In the light I stand
Filled deep with grief and sorrow
Cleansing my old wounds
RegretAnd so as twilight fades,Regret by marton96
as does thine soul.
Naught is left but cold,
no chance for warmth.
Sorrow permeates the heart,
deep and without mercy.
A life once with hope,
And so in the dark,
Bring back the lightIn the shadows I liveBring back the light by marton96
A world of gray
Void of light
Void of colour
Emotions are cold
Life is numb
Inside is hollow
Outside is empty
Everything just out of sight
Can't make anything out
How to move forwards
How to move backwards
So many questions
Save for the light
Bring it back to me
Never fadesThough wind and rain batter thine stoneNever fades by marton96
And all around, the rocks let fly
Through fog and snow and winter wind
Your beauty never fades
A ray of light in endless night
A spark of hope that lights a flame
The ring of laughter on joyless ears
Your beauty never fades
Let this, I say, convinceth you
Your smile, that be, pure and true
Your embrace, a fire, against me
The WellA wishing well of wasted ways;The Well by BullletProofHearted
Mixing memories of dire days.
A souless glance into the hopes
of naive people who fail to cope;
Instead of moving on ahead
they turn in to the well instead,
throwing their worthless copper coins,
as if there reality joins
the frivolous wonders and dreams they hold,
And so it will sit there as they become old.
The dream they make remains unseen
washed away when the well is cleaned.
Or picked up by a curious child
who understands wishing is hoping gone wild.
And in her palm she turns the piece
of someones frail reality,
examines it in thoughtful silence
as the world stops to wonder why its
but this innocent child who see's the truth;
taps into a world that most people loose.
She see's beyond the break of day
past this world thats lost its way
and into the gentle light of the sun;
but in her heart evil has one.
She can see and feel the world
that fails to see this tiny girl.
So she throws the coin back, grown all the more
for in it she saw all that life had
I don't draw I make my art out of words so if you ever want something written about something I can probably write a poem about it. Other than that you can check out my gallery for most of my work. Feel free to note a request and I'll get back to you on it.|
Current Residence: Canada
Favourite genre of music: Alternative sounds best
Favourite style of art: Poetry
Operating System: XP
MP3 player of choice: Ipod Nano Gen (4)?
Favourite cartoon character: Homer Simpson
Personal Quote: Live Life in Love not Lust