Graveyard
A word that can send a chill
Down someone's back when it is mentioned
A place that no one cares to be
For all the superstition surrounding it
And all the tales that people say
Of the dead coming back to life
To give the living there quite a fright
But, alas, those illusions are ones to throw away
For the reality of the matter is unlike
Those of the stories people love to tell
But the graveyard is still silent, almost empty
But beyond the graves, beyond the dusky smell
Is myself, walking along the shadows
No light, for tonight the moon lights my path
As I walk along, knowing where I am going
For the path I have walked
Love
It's what every person aspires to have
What they all try to gain
In their lifetimes
So that they won't
Feel the emptiness inside their beings
That I have to deal with
Everytime that I think about you
The pain of my loneliness grows
With each and every day
With every thought, every sight
When I realize what the sights mean
And that does nothing to help me deal with the pain
For it seems to have taken a residence
Within my being so that
It tries to inspire me to do better
To get rid of the pain, since it seems
That even pain doesn't like to be in pain
But unfortunately, it even seems that
The pain of loneliness isn't as
Confusion
The word that describes my mind
For all that it knows anymore
Is to take an idea
Set it within my brain
Then twist and morph it
So that all I know
And all I remember
Is the ideas that crash down
Forming dents within it all
Making so that I can't go without thinking
About the subject that causes me pain
The confusion has also led to a war
Between two parts of my body
My brain and heart are mortal enemies
Each telling me opinions on the subject
That they decide to fight about
Each one of them trying to gain the upper hand
So that they may win in the subject
Getting me to do what they want
My mind is the prize, to g
Graveyard
A word that can send a chill
Down someone's back when it is mentioned
A place that no one cares to be
For all the superstition surrounding it
And all the tales that people say
Of the dead coming back to life
To give the living there quite a fright
But, alas, those illusions are ones to throw away
For the reality of the matter is unlike
Those of the stories people love to tell
But the graveyard is still silent, almost empty
But beyond the graves, beyond the dusky smell
Is myself, walking along the shadows
No light, for tonight the moon lights my path
As I walk along, knowing where I am going
For the path I have walked
Love
It's what every person aspires to have
What they all try to gain
In their lifetimes
So that they won't
Feel the emptiness inside their beings
That I have to deal with
Everytime that I think about you
The pain of my loneliness grows
With each and every day
With every thought, every sight
When I realize what the sights mean
And that does nothing to help me deal with the pain
For it seems to have taken a residence
Within my being so that
It tries to inspire me to do better
To get rid of the pain, since it seems
That even pain doesn't like to be in pain
But unfortunately, it even seems that
The pain of loneliness isn't as
Confusion
The word that describes my mind
For all that it knows anymore
Is to take an idea
Set it within my brain
Then twist and morph it
So that all I know
And all I remember
Is the ideas that crash down
Forming dents within it all
Making so that I can't go without thinking
About the subject that causes me pain
The confusion has also led to a war
Between two parts of my body
My brain and heart are mortal enemies
Each telling me opinions on the subject
That they decide to fight about
Each one of them trying to gain the upper hand
So that they may win in the subject
Getting me to do what they want
My mind is the prize, to g
The bells, the chimes,
The large metronome playing above
They call it Death's song
To honor those who are deceased
But that is not why I stand here today
I am alone in this field
Accompanied by no one except the Wind
For no one except myself can help me
Remove these chains of my past
I stand before an open grave,
Ready to cast away belongings
Things that I once cherished dear
Pictures, memories, gifts,
Memoirs of precious memories
Yet I also cast down the bad as well
Tears, pain, chains, Lies I was told
All these fall down into the open hole
Yet when it is all done,
The Grave remains Open
It is a reminder of the past,
Past
Homecoming
The first dance of the new school year
The first thing on everyones mind
When it is almost that time
Groups meet up, friends get together
To spend a few precious hours there
Dressed up as they are, they dont care
As long as the musics good, they dont care
They dance and dance, no matter the song
They sway to the rhythm as the first hour leaves them
Now the music starts to shift more and more
Now one fast one slow is the way they go
The couples dance together,
The ones without grab someone like them
They move to the beat, as if in unison
The DJ spins the songs as no one can predict his movement
Tomorrow's New Year's Eve, the very last time we'll ever be in 2009. Man, has this year flown by. It seems like it should still be back around the middle of the year towards the final part of it.
Thinking about this year reminds me that we never know what lies around the next corner of our lives until we actually get there and peek around. I wish I could label this year as either a Good year, or a Bad year, but I feel as if I can't do either of those things for this year. I'll just have it be 'Inbetween' as there were some bad things that happened to me this year, though there was an equal number of good things that happened to me as well.
Ok, so as probably most (if not all) of you know I am working on a book that I hope will get published someday. I have had to take a week break from writing it, so the next chapter should be up by this weekend. But I got two things that have popped into my head lately and i want to have some advice on them.
The first part of this deals directly with my novel. I am getting to the point where I have only a few more chapters in this, and am wondering one of three things.
1) Should I end it there, and start on the next book?
2) Should I make it a part one of my Story? or
3) Should I just continue on with the story and not have a stopping poin
Well, there goes my summer. A few precious hours left then I've got to hit the books again... :sigh: Oh well, I'll get some good ideas in school and put them up on here.