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There is a point of no return
That some connections meet
In life you've got to live and learn
When bonds break rinse and repeat
It's a ruthless act to cut the cord
But sometimes there is no choice
Distant memories stab just like a sword
Fading words don't have a voice
An objective outlook may seem cold
But it helps stop the machine
Windows to the past hurt just to hold
Letting go works like morphine
For a while you just won't feel at all
But in time the clock restarts
What once seemed huge will soon grow small
Only time can heal scarred hearts
Though it's possible to bring bonds back
They aren't the same as they once were
It's like repairing a window with a crack
Though it's gone you'll remember
That some connections meet
In life you've got to live and learn
When bonds break rinse and repeat
It's a ruthless act to cut the cord
But sometimes there is no choice
Distant memories stab just like a sword
Fading words don't have a voice
An objective outlook may seem cold
But it helps stop the machine
Windows to the past hurt just to hold
Letting go works like morphine
For a while you just won't feel at all
But in time the clock restarts
What once seemed huge will soon grow small
Only time can heal scarred hearts
Though it's possible to bring bonds back
They aren't the same as they once were
It's like repairing a window with a crack
Though it's gone you'll remember
Literature
The Death Within Life
Raging Seas
Dark skies
Endless tears
Cold fires
That is what life is.
No fairy godmothers
or knights in shining armor.
Only witches and cauldrons
recipes for disaster.
There are no three wishes
or steeds that fly.
No hero, no powers,
certainly no rewinds.
Life is but time
flowing forward.
Spent by little moments
we call ours.
It is never enough,
not once.
Fragments engraved
they're left to remain.
Not even our mind, our knowledge
can prolong our hours.
To live them as they come
seconds remembered, never forgotten.
To let them pass
by our envy and our pride.
No wonder we are fools
both then and now.
Not one of us
Literature
Promise Me
If I tied you to a tree
Told you to stay if you love me
Would I some day return to see
Your skeleton still there for me
Or would you be like everybody
And just abandon me?
If I beat you, almost to death
But then nursed you back to health
Would you love me like your breath
Or view me as the theft to your soul wealth?
If I tied you to a tree
Begged you to never leave me
Would you still try to get free
Never wanting to be near me
Or would you wait and see
If you're the one for me?
If I broke your bones,
Struck you with stones,
Then left you alone,
Would your heart still be my home?
If I tied you to a tree
Commanded you to wa
Literature
But Now Your Gone
You used to say,
"Everything will be okay"
but now,
were is my calm?
With you gone,
there is no meaning
With you gone,
there is no hope.
I realize it's you.
It's always been you.
The one who haunts my dreams.
The one who carried me all this way.
I'm broken without you.
A dog without a home.
A home without a family.
I'm empty.
...but you'r Gone.
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Lately I've been reflecting on past bonds that have fallen apart, ties that I've cut with people for one reason or another, and the emotional process that comes along with it all. It\'s quite fascinating to think about actually, but at the same time it can be quite depressing. Such is life though eh?
This particular poem talks about just that, and I\'m very happy with how it turned out. It was probably the quickest poem I've written lately as it just seemed to jump together like a puzzle waiting to be completed. The language wasn't anything fancy, but it didn't need to be to get the point across. This poem feels more direct, deep, emotional, and in your face then other poems I've written this year. It\'s nice..
As always feedback is appreciated. I'd love to know what you think of this poem, what you take from it, and how it makes you feel. Cheers!
This particular poem talks about just that, and I\'m very happy with how it turned out. It was probably the quickest poem I've written lately as it just seemed to jump together like a puzzle waiting to be completed. The language wasn't anything fancy, but it didn't need to be to get the point across. This poem feels more direct, deep, emotional, and in your face then other poems I've written this year. It\'s nice..
As always feedback is appreciated. I'd love to know what you think of this poem, what you take from it, and how it makes you feel. Cheers!
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A somber reflection on the nature of change.
One observation; did you mean to say:
They aren't the same as they once were
One observation; did you mean to say:
They aren't the same as they once were