A word I hate

When I hear this word directed, at me.
An instantaneous rage boils over,
So hard to control, a million solutions
Run through my head.

The word runs deep,
Throughout my years.
I've always hated it,
It's always been used to describe me.
To hear it again...

A second later, I laugh it off.

S.N.A.F.U, for the rest of my emotional day.

Come Back to us.

My friend your lost,
Reprise your misfortune, and be gone with it.
Do not let such things, that you and I know
Come to pass.

Things are much simpler then you may see it,
To be...
People know my friend, do not
Let this take over your life,
Consume you like a devil.
Destroy. What?
Don't destroy, or burn bridges my friend.

First Normal Post this year...

I'm drinking tea, not writing a poem, prose or short story :b

New Day / Life

The air, nice and cool

Just as I have dreamed.

The moon, illuminating the night sky,

With a soft, comforting and caressing glow.

This is liberty.

I can finally look at the world,

and be free of my fears.

Out there, without a care.

No more hurting myself,

Or suffering,

Or waiting,

Or not knowing,

Or chasing.

The sun rises and smiles at me,

My life is renewed like the day.

First movie quote on ma Blog

Frodo: I can't do this, Sam. 

Sam: I know.

It's all wrong.

By rights we shouldn't even be here. 

But we are. 

It's like in the great stories, Mr. Frodo. 

The ones that really mattered. 

Full of darkness and danger, they were. 

And sometimes you didn't want to know the end. 

Because how could the end be happy? 

How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened? 

But in the end, it's only a passing thing, this shadow. 

Even darkness must pass. 

A new day will come. 

And when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer. 

Those were the stories that stayed with you. 

That meant something, even if you were too small to understand why. 

But I think, Mr. Frodo, I do understand. 

I know now. 

Folk in those stories had lots of chances of turning back, only they didn't. 

They kept going. 

Because they were holding on to something. 

Frodo: What are we holding onto, Sam? 

Sam: That there's some good in this world, Mr. Frodo... and it's worth fighting for. 

- The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers

Let go

Gravity pulls every part of me,

Away from this idea, that

I hang onto with hope,

All of my strength.

Clenched, with fierce determination

To hang on forever,

To this ledge of hope.

When I think of this hope,

I feel like a white light is shining around me.

A sort of holiness that I will get my wish,

Come true.

There is nothing better then that hope,

Nothing better.

Is it supposed to last?

My heart is addicted to that hope,

It beats for it, giving strength

To my hands.

So I will never let go.

But I feel like...

Someone's voice is whispering,

No.

I ask, "What do I do?"

"Trust and faith", it answers back.

Trusting this strange voice,

Well that's absurd, why should I

Let go of this ledge, that brings me joy

To my world... and fall to the unknown?

That voice replies to me,

"Trust in me, have faith in me..."

I still resist, I harden my heart.

Then I start thinking,

My hopes burn around me,

I realized then... it was over from the start.

I panic, I whisper ",is it too late?"

The voice, reassuringly tells me.

That it's never too late,

It told me to trust it and let go,

Have faith that I won't fall into the unknown.

Then I realized the answer...

It was never a demand, but a question!

Realizing the answer, I let go,

To find peace at last.

After my long struggle with that ledge,

Of hope.

My heart, rests easy.

Patience

Last night I was raging,
Like hell fire, burning through me.
With red in my eyes, no glowing,
The demon inside me, unstoppable.
Who can ever stop such a force?
Only God, and his angels perhaps,
With a force to blast away the fires of hell.
What a gale wind, from the heavens must be conjured.

Now however, the seas have calmed.
My heart is at peace,
Perhaps patience, endurance, and outside love,
Is more powerful then evil.