What Could Have Been
There he lays on his bed with only empty memories,
And fading dreams to live inside his mind.
While life lasted, everything was in the future.
He had plenty of time to make it all come true.
Every moment he thought about working on his plans
He said, “I have the rest of my life to do.”
Where there’s a will there’s a way.
With neither now his troubles lay
Right there with him in this lonely place.
As he leaves one life and enters another,
He leaves behind no marks on the lives of others.
He leaves no changes, no Memories to enjoy from past the skies.
If only we could see like the man that saw it all.
If only we would be willing to find the things that matter in the end.
But sadly, we can never know, until it is too late, what could have been.
Chasing the Sunset
I couldn’t help but write this after I got back from walking to see the sunset and wishing I could follow it.
If I’m ever gone you can find me always
I’m just chasing the sunset before it slips away
I’ll follow those last streaks of light
Cause it’s all that I know how to do
And when I reach the end of the road
I don’t want to face the truth
I know you will fade and I can’t stop this farewell
Still, I can’t help but wish that I could freeze time
I don’t want to turn back towards home
Cause the trail is blackened by night
I’d follow you to the end of the earth
If only to prolong this goodbye
I feel my heart sink when you vanish
And all I can do is wait for the rise
Beyond What We Can See
As I watch my feet slowly turn to shadows,
And dissolve into the vastly stretching void of darkness,
I can feel chills racing up and down my spine.
Another breath of the frosted wind sweeps over me.
I look up to the sky, and see the moon smiling back ,affectionately
Somehow it seems to whisper to me
“You are not alone.”
I smile back at the moon,
But now I wonder “What lies beyond my new found friend?”
I gaze up at the stars,
That have been sprinkled across the sky like silver glitter;
Scattered across the ever stretching abyss,
Like snowflakes on a velvet blanket.
Somehow they seem to whisper to me
“You are not alone.”
I smile back at the stars,
But now I wonder, “What lies beyond the stars?”
Somewhere far in the distance,
Beyond what my eyes can even perceive
There are venturesome comets,
and wildly swirling galaxies, still yet to be explored.
There are mystifying places that man has never even seen.
There must be marvelous baffling puzzles somewhere far in the distance,
Beyond what my eyes can even perceive.
As I turn back, I thank my God for stretching forth the heavens.
They may never be explored,
but they will also never be forgotten.
God alone knows the secrets that lie
Beyond what we can see.
Have I lost
Have I lost who I am
or did I ever understand
did I fail my last plan
when I slipped from your hands
will I ever be able
to call myself a man
have I gone off the edge
did I fail my last test
Is life just a taste of our death
cause I’m becoming obsessed
will I ever be able
to finally come back home
Ultimate Roses Are Red Poem
I think roses are red, I think voilets are blue, but one thing's for certain.
I won't buy either for you!
Yes I do have a faveorite post that I never thought got enough attention.
I always thought my post The Gloomy Fall was really clever, but didn’t get much attention. In fact, I’m pretty sure I went back to that post weeks after writing it, and did a mass tag, which I had just learned how to do. I was very new at this point.
I also thought my short story called Under the lights parts one and two was underratted, and to be honest, I don’t think my posts Blessings, or Broken Rewrite deserved as much credit as they were given.
The sight Below (riddle)
The Pale voyager in the dark looks down
Upon the sight giver far, far below.
The sight giver is hit.
It quivers and runs in every direction.
The Pale voyager gazes down from the sky with curiosity.
The uninvited moves past the place
Of the pane of sight with caution.
The giver of sound wails for his friend whose pieces ran so free.
Fear fills the uninvited, making him flee.
Mr. Light comes rolling by flashing blue,
To mourn the death of the giver of sight.
The pale voyager looks upon the sight below
The next night she hides her face,
With disgust for what she saw unfold.
Now all that is seen is half a sight,
A face now turned away with sorrow,
Instead of the usual pride.
Hint* Click on my profile, and read my very first poem called All Night Long
If you need to know what the main charecter is.
The Real Treasure That I Found
My umber shoes clicked against the pavement,
As I stepped out from the darkened alley,
And turned onto the undeviating, cement pathway.
I could hear my golden watch playing its rhythmic song.
Tick Tick Tick Tick
Tick Tick Tick Tick
The dull, gray fog slithered into the town,
And made it hard to see,
But somehow my eyes spotted something small and delicate
Lined against the moldered sidewalk.
Suddenly, I stopped,
And glanced down at the emerald colored piece of paper.
It was resting on the ground: quivering in the wind.
My heart skipped a beat.
I could hear it playing that rhythmic song
A smile stretched across my face.
What luck have I found on this lonely walk!
Where fortune seems to have fallen on me from heaven.
I bent down carefully, and picked the bank note from the ground.
Gently, I cradled it in my hand, like a precious stone.
A twinkle lit my eye, as I saw the number
Resting on the soft, wrinkled corners of the paper.
Five dollars isn’t bad at all!
I clutched it tightly to myself,
But then, slowly, I softened my grip.
My greedy mind wandered slowly to a different story than my own.
I could see men and women sitting there,
Packed together in swarms, covering the sidewalk.
Each one with his head tilted back,
Resting on the cold, wet wall behind him.
They had nothing—nothing but each other.
The haunting specter branded itself inside my mind.
It was the epiphany of destitution,
And there was nothing I could do—
Or was there?
Is there something I can do?
Slowly, I bent down,
And set the paper back onto the sidewalk
For someone who needed it more than me.
Burning in my soul
Was the hope that someone who needed it,
Would find the gift I had given them,
That was never even mine.
That day I found out
That generosity is one of the greatest treasures!
And so I walked away, more lively than before.
My strides were quicker, which reflected my joy.
I felt my deeds were even riper than those juicy bundles of grapes.
The ones I used to buy, five dollars for a bag.
@arctic’s little pieces of gold #1
They say time is the greatest thief of them all.
Maybe this is true, but I think time is also the greatest doner
of them all.
A truth/ lie...
I will explain why this is true in the comment section down below.