To dream of waking
I woke.
And stared.
Into eyes the colour of the tempest tossed seas.
And like the seas that hide treasure long lost and forgotten, these eyes hid a lifes worth of stories untold.
Stories of games played, of those that were won and those that were lost.
Of the lessons that were learned, and the questions that were answered.
Stories that will never be heard again.
Eyes that saw nothing but past mistakes, and the broken dreams of future glory.
Eyes that held the memory of innocence, yet that knew the pain of losing it.
Eyes that have lost sight of hope, and of redemption.
Shattered fragments of dreams sparkled like diamonds, cold and hard and unforgiving.
They stared back, unblinking.
I dream.
And stare.
Into eyes the colour of dust, death, decay.
And like death replaces life that was lived and lost, these eyes supplant a souls worth of untold despair.
Despair for a wasted life, for chances that were missed, and promises that were forgotten.
Of the lessons unheeded, and the questions that remained unasked.
Despair that will never die.
Eyes that see nothing but a wasted life, a life that could have been theirs.
Eyes that hold only regret, and the hatred that comes with it.
Eye that never lose sight of mine, that are ever vengeful.
Shattered fragments of life sparkle like diamonds, cold and hard and unforgiving.
I stare back, unblinking.
And stared.
Into eyes the colour of the tempest tossed seas.
And like the seas that hide treasure long lost and forgotten, these eyes hid a lifes worth of stories untold.
Stories of games played, of those that were won and those that were lost.
Of the lessons that were learned, and the questions that were answered.
Stories that will never be heard again.
Eyes that saw nothing but past mistakes, and the broken dreams of future glory.
Eyes that held the memory of innocence, yet that knew the pain of losing it.
Eyes that have lost sight of hope, and of redemption.
Shattered fragments of dreams sparkled like diamonds, cold and hard and unforgiving.
They stared back, unblinking.
I dream.
And stare.
Into eyes the colour of dust, death, decay.
And like death replaces life that was lived and lost, these eyes supplant a souls worth of untold despair.
Despair for a wasted life, for chances that were missed, and promises that were forgotten.
Of the lessons unheeded, and the questions that remained unasked.
Despair that will never die.
Eyes that see nothing but a wasted life, a life that could have been theirs.
Eyes that hold only regret, and the hatred that comes with it.
Eye that never lose sight of mine, that are ever vengeful.
Shattered fragments of life sparkle like diamonds, cold and hard and unforgiving.
I stare back, unblinking.
posted by Akashla at Tuesday, June 21, 2005
4 Comments:
We'll never know what comes to pass,
There's no answers in our eyes.
But regret nothing of times past,
All regrets are just lies
From times when you seized life and love,
And thrown to the ground, and lifted above,
Its more of life than most of them know,
You should regret nothing, nor ever let go
Of the life that flies from every pore,
Seeps through the cracks and guards the door.
Stare at those eyes, but dont ask a thing,
There's no answers behind them, just questions within,
Look out at the world for the answers you need
Or inside your head with a bag full of weed.
"Shattered fragments of life sparkle like diamonds"
But diamonds are never destroyed,
And life does sparkle, like your eyes in the moonlight,
But one little sparkle doesnt mean it has died.
What regrets do you have?
What chances were lost?
The chance to be someone youre not, and stay lost?
Rejoice in your fear, it means that you're real,
But dont close your eyes to the hurt that you feel,
Just know not to doubt what you know in your heart,
Its easiest to fall, right here at the start,
But get up at your leisure,
The worlds waiting for you,
And you havent missed anything,
Were waiting for you.
They werent mine at the beginning, and were never i think.
But they are eyes that can become mine with less than a blink.
Eyes that pass judgement on all that i do,
eyes that scream nothing but it should have been you...
I can open my eyes but not open my mind,
fear is the spark that pain leaves behind,
and pain is the thing that keeps me real,
fear, the incentive that i need to heal.
But healing again seems to be missing the point,
So for today, and tomorrow, im rolling a joint.
But no more needs be said of events in the past,
The memories of such are built there to last.
But thanks for your thoughts, they make a dark path a little brighter...
Sleep starling, the moonshine felled you,
Place your bitter wing at ease,
Turned tail and falling out of view,
He's sliding gently on the breeze.
A leaf that whimpers, Loathe to follow,
But, slowly it begins its quest,
His rumpling brothers, all in a row,
Follow on with hopes to nest.
Love has taken wing in me,
My flight to fail, but more to grow,
And let her wings be clipped and free,
Or know more than I can ever know.
Rancour lives with me.
With cold stares when I look away.
And he won't leave.
So...
we get to talking each day.
I found him hidden
under old clothes and memories.
Talking about the rain,
that was slicing through the trees.
He seems to like slow music,
And talk of times past,
And how I've led myself away,
And how I'm coming last.
at worst there's hell and fire,
At best a tear and tale,
And drink to drain temptation,
tempt planning not to fail.
He talks some crazy eulogy,
drinking, time and then,
And his voice can draw blood from me,
though he's so softly spoken.
He's lived with me since childhood,
And every year he grows,
And every time I stumble,
He laughs to let me know.
But in me he is a poet,
In him I am disease
until the heat falls from my name,
And he can be released.
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