... pain of waiting ... by FlowerOfTheForest, literature
Literature
... pain of waiting ...
Pain of waiting
Full of hope I once chose the pain of waiting
- but how much longer can I bear it
…endure the pain?
Despite all I must hold on
hoping for the weavers of fate;
For I fear the day,
the day I no longer think of you,
the day I have forgotten you
more than the pain of waiting.
Oh weavers of destiny please, please have mercy upon me!
I was so afraid of losing you, because I knew if this would happen,
I would lose my best friend, my soul mate, my smile, my heart.
I was so afraid of losing you, because before my heart saw yours
I had forgotten how to smile, how to live, how beautiful it could be to feel.
I was so afraid of losing you, because you brought the color
back into my life of black and white, you brought hope, hope for a little bit of magic.
I was so afraid of losing you
– and yet that's exactly what happened –
and all that remained were open questions.
Was it all just a game to you?
All the things I wrote you, did they actually mean something t
Take me to a concert and let me get lost in the music,
As the crowd sings together, and we become united as one.
Full hearts beating to the same drum.
Sing along with me and feel the electricity connecting our heartbeats.
That moment is ours, as we belt out each lyric at the top of our lungs.
That infinite feeling is ours.
Do you feel it?
Do you feel your heart floating high above your head,
Each valve pumping elation?
Or do you feel heavy with emotion?
Take my hand,
Let me take you to a concert.
We shall ride each sound wave together,
And as it moves from one place to another,
It will take us higher and higher.
Darkness Yields The Brightest Light - poem by Hughes-Can-Write, literature
Literature
Darkness Yields The Brightest Light - poem
Nothing but a cold darkness here,
Since the sun died out;
Just ruthless dreams of a hopeless hope,
A cruel fate, framed by doubt.
The whispers urge me in the shade,
To never surrender the ideal,
But even entrapped in celestial claws,
I cannot escape what is real.
In solemn solitude, what is there left?
Is anything worth the fight?
The dreams I have dreamt cannot be achieved,
Not by one so consumed by the night.
But it dawns that I am not devoured;
Just frayed at the edges, it seems,
For if I could accept finality,
How could I still hold these dreams?
Wrapped in these velvety shadows,
I feel the fire deep in my flesh,
For my hopes and dreams
I reserve the right not to have an opinion.
Yes, it's true; I reserve the right to not know how I feel,
To not have all the answers, or even any answers at all.
I reserve the right to admit the limits of my knowledge and experience,
I reserve the right to not take sides in an argument,
When it means discerning the lesser of evils;
Even if it means I don't know which path to take.
It doesn't mean that I don't care, or that I don't think it affects me.
It doesn't mean my morals are weak;
Actually quite the reverse.
It means I accept uncertainty above condoning wickedness,
Through a wicked lie, because it isn't truly what I believe,
Just a fear
Someday I’ll have to tell you about how I loved you–
Oh, God, did I ever love you.
It came from the very core of my bones. My soul ached for you and the way you understood me.
Someday I’ll have to tell you about how you broke my heart–
You shattered it on the ground and I cut my feet on it as I ran helplessly after you. For a long time, I didn’t put it back together.
But someday I’ll also have to tell you about how I survived–
Eventually I picked myself back up and started trying to live my life again. I finally remembered how to breathe.
But there is another thing I need to tell you; one I’l