A simple second thought.

Heyy. =]

You know what it's like, when you get a random idea in your head and you HAVE to write it down. Yeah. This was one of those moments. I got the idea in bed last night, and thought to myself, I must write that down tomorrow. By the time the morning arrived, I'd forgotten what it was. Luckily, lesson five today returned the idea to my head randomly. So here ya are!

If I could place my abundance of words upon a neighbours tongue,

And those phrases were indeed a melody of meaning that was sung,

The lenses with which I view a man would undeniably alternate,

And be replaced with such of those that differently do operate.

For if a being of a nature that is but warm and kind,

Who with words alone could enforce some courage upon the human mind,

Surely and without a question buoyancy would be bestowed,

Enclosed within the lips of secrets no one would forebode.

It merely would necessitate a simple second thought,

Purely just to reconsider what the virtue of which we are short,

To acquaint each day with optimism and an equilibrium of concern,

For the soldiering soul; a harsh words victim; and plainly determine to yearn.

That's called 'A simple second thought'. Thanks for the name Charlotte! Enjoy guys =]

Not sure about this one.

Heyy.

Sorry for my moody last post, it was uncalled for. I'm happy again now!

This poem is one I'm not too keen on, but I'll upload it anyway. Let me know what you think?

It's called 'Flash Exsistance'.

Swinging, we’re clinging,

Onto the surface of life,

And we’re snipping and trimming,

The split ends of strife,

And we tend to each bend,

Of the rodeo ride,

Each hand we do lend,

Puts a soul by our sides.

And its old, this word,

So it crumbles away,

We don’t take it in toll

As we go through each day,

That the sun holds our tonne,

As we start to slip,

Before we know it its gone,

For our life is a blip

Hope you enjoy it.

Kbye. =]

Poem

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Not gonna say much, not in the mood to be honest, might edit later and write something.

This is called 'The way the World Feels'

Each lost mans eardrum beats in time
To the grime, the rhythm of crime,
While they’re lost in the dark, with
The worlds beating heart; please restart reality
Back to when we saw less of war,
And the death that it bore, and restore
The earth to what it was before.
Because it’s deafening me now,
And somehow I’ve managed to plow on.
But iniquity hurts my eyes that I perch
On the screen that I search upon
For something wise, but my eyes can’t
Find what may be fine for me smile at.
A gat? Not that, it’s all I can hear,
With the cheer from the arguments
On this sphere. The riots we cause;
We deserve no applause, simply because,
There is no peace, but need for police
To stop the madness and cease the
Bullet through a vest made best to
Protect the breast of the distressed,
Now shaking in their skin. Can we begin;
The end of social sin, what us as wrong-doers
Did bring, my reason being that in a room,
Dark and dim, hides a soul there within,
Hiding from the noise, trying to be poise,
Let her be; we’re not toys. He who destroys
The world around her very aura, darkens
The aurora, if you saw her, the self distracting
Hopeful, weeping about what’s global; blocking
Out the chaos; she can’t be her own boss. Blaring out
The tunes, mornings and afternoons, just to
Be away from the everyday, she doesn’t like the grey,
Of the dust in the fight. So let her have her light,
and take away her fright.
Put the world right, so the past is out of sight.
You all just ignore, the terror that you saw
In her eyes. Be wise. See through her disguise.

There’s always someone like her.

Inspired...

Heyy. =]

So recently I was speaking to this person, and as I was, it gave me inspiration for a new poem which ended up being written on the way home from school today. It doesn't yet have a name, I'm leaving that upto people who read this wherever that may be.

A person to whom I did once speak,

Said to me messages that I’d aimed to seek,

Her words stayed wise,

Throughout the hard times,

And to me her methods did leak.

When life dealt her a hand which did not please,

She’d replace that whole world with one overseas,

Her change was for her,

Whose mind they did stir,

So she allowed herself some release.

Each smack of sour her feelings did taste,

Told her more that her time was a waste,

But due to choice,

Her subconscious voice,

These things gave her something to chase.

When an atmosphere seems not to improve,

There’s only one being who is able to sooth,

Take life as it’s given,

The better has risen,

When you realise that being is you.

Thanks for reading. Leave any comments or name ideas in the comments, or if you know me or have me on twitter or anything else, feel free to tell me on there. =]
Much love.

Kbye. =]


EDIT: Decided to call it 'Words of the Wise' but thanks shannon for your suggestion x

Long break

Heyy.

Sorry I havn't been updating much, I've had writers block. I do have a poem to post but I need to type it up, so keep watching and it will be up soon hopefully.
Sorry for the break!

Kbye. =]