Friends and GeneralsIt seems when I'm with them, I feel happy. I feel unburdened of any pain any sorrow. I walk with my head in he clouds as if I have no troubles. My friends seem to be my inspiration of my work, of my intrigue. Could say with out them, I wouldn't be able to do half the things I do. They're like my, my, my inspiration to live. The heart and soul of my work, their pain is sometimes my pain which I transfer into these pieces of art that I call poems and inspirations. Life just seems simpler when you ignore the pain as long as your friends stand by your side and help you down that path. Mine, always seem to be right there to guide me away from the darkness, and help me up. I'll repay the debt in full, eventually. Till then, these people that surround me are like a second family. Sometimes better sometimes worse, yet I know they'll always be there to help me traverse this thing called life. For in time, it'll be over with in the blink of an eye. But till that comes, I th
Alone....Never in life have I felt so doubting. Like I'll never be happy, never see the
sunshine again. I feel lost and dismal in this dark abyss. It's as if the light
I've seen for the past 20 years was just a flashlight. Now the battery or the
bulb has died. Kind of like my soul. It's as if I have no will to do anything.
It feels as if I'm alone in this world. Those around me are just figments of an
over reactive mind. Hollow ghosts who show nothing but caring, but I know for
they're hollow, their emotions are unreal and unsincere. So I'll sit her in
shadow, letting my mind wander till I find myself, and no longer feel,
Thoughts?I question my ideals constantly. People say I'm a wolf, I'm loyal to my friends.
I'll die for them, for I know they'll always have my back. I care deeply for
them. But some time it seems my thoughts miss lead me. Thoughts of they would
rather destroy then care. I know in my heart I'm wrong. My friends and my family
are my inspiration to live every day. I feel the compassion to watch over them.
They come to me with their problems for my door is and will forever be open. No
matter what, I'll be there. In death and life. If they need someone to chill or
a shoulder to cry on, I'll be there. Life is hard out of high-school. Adjusting
to the new life we lead I know is rough, but I'm willing to help. But yet people
continue to push me down for wanting to help. I don't know why. But it hurts,
like a knife being jammed through my heart. I constantly give, but get nothing
in return :/. Maybe it's not worth it. Maybe I'm not worth it. Why do such
thoughts plague me so. Then again, maybe they are
True LightI seemed to be drifting, just drifting in this sea of misery. Slowly slipping from the board I cling to that is my life. My hands so weak from holding on for so long that finally I let go, slipping into the dark abyss of this dismal ocean. Till I felt claws wrap around me, and lift me from the sea. My eyes weak, all I can make out is the icy blue scales of your body. I finally awake from my water logged sleep, wrapped in your warmth. My yellow eyes look up to feel your gentle lips pressed to the top of my head. I question what you are, who you are, and why your doing this. Being a lone wolf for so long left me questioning this. Till I finally realize whom you were. The one true love that I had been searching for. Scales as blue as the ocean, yet as cold as ice. Eyes as purple as the grapes that make the whine from my home land. In them I see the beauty and sincerity that you shown me from the day I met you. I lay my head on your chest, hearing your heart beat as I feel safe