Inquisitions of 9/27/2014

Is it okay to be proud of what you... of what I fear most ?
What would you do, if you had all the power of darkness in one hand, and the power of light is holding your other hand ? For someone whom never asked much of others, has the choice of living in a shell-to live and be part of the one's she loves' world. Or. Betray everyone she ever loved and knew in order to break free. To turn her back on what is-should be important...?

Poem of 09/18/2014

You don't really know how something works until it breaks.
Whether it is a broken clock or a broken heart.
Broken locks open doors for new start.
Somewhere in the dark there is a light.
And so what if all birds can not take flight ?
Lay back. Watch the stars fall. Tonight.
Hold my hands. Hold me tight.
Who needs sight when you can see with your mind ?
Everyday we live and die.
But we don"t always laugh or cry.
So we tear ourselves open to set something free.
The satisfaction isn't in the rip but when we bleed.
Feelings are intense. Maybe it is time to rest.

Poem Of The Day.

You don't really know how something works until it breaks.
Whether it is a broken clock, or a broken heart.
Broken locks... open doors to a new start.

Somewhere in the dark there is a light.
And so what if all birds can not take flight ?
Lay back. Watch the stars fall tonight.

Hold my hands. Hold me tight.
Who needs sight when you can see with your mind ?

We're all part of a tree.

Everyday we live and die.
And we don't always laugh or cry.

So we tare ourselves open to set something free.
The satisfaction isn't from the rip but when we bleed.

Feelings are intense. Maybe it is time to rest.