Posts tagged try

Moon Rider.

0

Forgotten sands, fist full of hands.

, a nation on it’s .

for a . Praying for an .

But all they receive is death.

Unsure, scared, surrounded by desolate .

“Can we escape it? Will we survive” Is the nation’s cry.

All forsaken, all loves lost.

Until in the of the sunset, a stranger comes, with him a of .

“Be wary, be swift, leave this

till the end, run to the east”

He screams .

“Hope can be found.”

But alas, the people live in fear.

Never to leave as the stranger sets off, screaming in tears.

me, my , if I did not ,”

“But lost them all I have, leaving them all to

He spoke out loud, while he hears their cries.

Riding off in the of the east.

This stranger rides ever on, to survive this horrific feast.

The feast, of the unforgiving .

Mood rings.

7

Those words always make me think of that one Reliant K song.

But anyway, why is it that everything, , effects our ? That the wrong colors together, the wrong note, pitch, or just sound can make or kill a ? Why are we so controlled by our own bodies and life around us that IT defines how are day is…not by our own choice.
How is it that even through hundreds, thousands even, of years that we cannot learn to control our over this? Personally I believe we never truly want to in everything. That it is worth the downside of ruining our day for the times it makes it.

But still, moods. I never have understood why it is that we are restrained in these meatsacks we call bodies and their many, many limitations. We have so much in our minds and spirits…and can be restrained or stopped because of the limits our flesh and soul have caused us to have. Yes, I know it is strange to think of it like that.

But if I do not, who then, will?

Simply put, I like to question things no one ever even thinks to complain or question about. It amuses me the limitations we put on our minds and how we react to the world and it’s many hidden, stone set rules around us, and that no one ever stops to think why they are there, what made them so, or even why they . I think it’s because everyone else is satisfied with how it is. It works right? .
But for me, even if it works, I want to know why it works, if anything else would, and if so, why choose this way for it to?

I’ve literally sent myself into a type of trance like this. Thinking so far into my mind and that all my intertwine and are no more at the same . That I’m looking at at night, but I see so I cannot fathom into words, sounds, shapes, or colors.
And it sometime scares me that I never hear of else who does the same, haha.

But I guess that is just how it is, how it goes, how it will be. And for me, I am done with my rambling that is inside my . So until next that I decide to type my , mind, and spirit into words that you can read and to venture and envelope into my world of thought,

goodbye.

Fallen

1

Am I , or am I falling?

Am I forsaken, or am I forsaking?

Am I unique, or am I losing it?

I ask you, all of this.

And what do I get?

, but .

Why am I here?

Why did you me like this?

Is it for a ?

Is it for a ?

Why give me this, and not give me the instructions.

Why make me like this, but not make it easy.

Would that make it too easy?

Would that make it too open?

If so, than what am I supposed to do?

here alone?

Go out a ?

the wounded?

Or just keep on why?

Oh, why, why?

Why would you leave me here?

Oh, why, why?

Why you answer me here?

Oh, why, why?

Why wont you tell me?

Oh, why, why?

Why do you keep trying to break me?

All I want, all I ask, is a little help

But all  I get, all I hear, is a little hurt.

Why? Why make it like this?

Are you this cruel?

Or is there a ?

Can’t you just , or make some ?

Oh, why, why?

Why wont you answer me?

Oh, why, why?

Why wont you me?

Oh, why, why?

Why would you give me this?

Oh, why, why?

What can I do with it?

But sit here alone, staring up at you.

Asking you these worthless questions.

I guess I’ll never know, but it was worth a .

Until the next I , This is goodbye.

Go to Top