Here are a few old ones I found on Writing.com.

Nostalgia Takes Over

Everytime it rains, I become undone;
It's how I realize I can't go on.
The tears well up like the evening sun;
And, still, when it pours, I've become undone.

The wind in my hair releases my fears;
a feeling I've wished to embrace for a thousand years.
It's almost as if my death is near;
Yet, the wind always releases my fears.

The morning dew is an innocence once past;
I wish this feeling was here too last.
My life's rushing impossibly fast;
I remember the innocence that's long past.

The thunder in the sky turns my head;
Then I realise that now I'm dead.
The emptiness is what I dread;
The lightning in the sky above my head.

The tranquil mountains ease my soul;
For once in my spirit is finally whole.
One day, I hope I'll know;
What was whole inside my soul.

The wintery air is crisp again;
Now nature's my only friend.
In the snow my spirits send;
A message for kindness once again.

The empty air is now so real;
As my body begins to feel.
The air tucked around me like I'm in a seal;
In this space I'm completely real...

And, once again, I remember my past.
If only I could've made it last...


City of the Night

Unexpected brilliance
The flair of the night
It calls me again

Onto the streets I prowl
The movement controls your mind
The lights message to me
that the night is still young

The noise is buzzing
Full of life
The feeling is celebratory
Absent of strife, absent of fear
Our pain has disappeared

The buildings surround me
Like a neon cage
I’m free, yet lost
And no where to be found

As I move through the crowd
Through the depths
I see the life below the city
The artifice of the night
That has captured me for eternity


Daydreamer

Do you see that?
Close your eyes
And visualize
The land that lies
Off in the distance

First see the trees
The lush forests of green
The grandfathers they stay
In which they grow
Yet slowly die

Remember the river
Who winds a path
Through, too the ends of the earth
Carrying the sorrow
Too the edge of reality

Speak of the mountains
Whom majestically roam
The borders to the east
Whose deserted hills lie
Looming to stand tall.

Listen to the meadows
The quiet whisper they hum
As the wind sweeps
across their soul

Think of the deserts
That outlines the West
The rugged zone of death
Shouting the cries of the fallen
In their desolate skies

Hear the rain
Which dances onto the soil
They wail of nostalgia
They stress the thought of slumber

And finally, the stars
How they twinkle openly
Above the sleeping land
That they shine no matter who sees
They are always above
Shimmering hope onto everyone

Maybe there is something, too
That we may learn
From that land…


Portraits

It reminds me of our portrait
Those smiles resembled purity
Locked as if we couldn’t move
our happiness shall forever be frozen in time

If only things could be like those days
back then things were simple and calm
now I feel as if it’s all spinning
and this is what pains my heart even more

If only I wasn’t conceited, regretful, vain…
Vengeful.
Cocky.
Nostalgic.
Day-dreamy.
Sympathetic.
Delusional.
Completely blinded.
Alone.

If only I was like the me back then
The me who lived without being caged
The me who breathed air instead of poison
The me who was once youthful
And not plotting my own demise.

My living in peace.
It reminds me of our portrait # posted by Moon | 7/25/2006 08:04:00 AM |