Everyday should i have to remind myself that times are good now? Why? Simply what is time? We are trapped in oblivion. What does that mean?
It means good evolves to good we fail to recognize great for we should adapt to our opportunities. Times are good you just have to open your eyes recognize them and be mindful, For flexibility is the key though we need to bend to experience new angles for to seek them they will show us how to fly and people that walk are soon to Cry And people that crawl are to Die.
Yladis
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OTHER POEMS WRITTEN BY Yladis
MomentDays aren't the same , times are unregular while they discreet in satisfaction , stealing my hope in mere sight , fear of nothing but near fright , lying to my eyes of moments lost in time , stolen from abyss while death lays a kiss  |
This Isn't HomeThis isnt home, what a time to be alone, where to roam? No where for me to ever go , what of love ? No one of me for us to hold, cries arent heard , tears aren't worth the feeling it holds , emotion told, love exposed this isnt home , can someone tell me where i belong, i hope there is a place to go, i guess if i of wasn't born there wouldn't be a heart such torn this isnt home |
Pity Of HersTaken for granted you dont realize until its gone its lost, your on your on to find whats treated wrong but will you act right when given thy , now that i"ve seen you gone i know how it would be without you. Im lost in despair, lost of words to explain my fears, sometimes that thing you feel you like you want to live with it forever and its in the pit of my stomach when i gasp she'll always be there, she's always has, she"ll never leave, the day that i pit for sake die her memory will not, it"ll last forevever within ablivion miles for true love do exist unfortunately not together |
Apex PredatorEnequity of mind and its games are all dull. So i rebirth to my satisfaction to rebirth my love. And when of my of wear is asked upon , my war drobe may change to peace for once , I"ll come and go but not die by youth. I"ll die by such as A lion kills goose, A pecks should win its victims should prey, but Nature knows it cannot stay. |
Black SheepCan one man make a difference, if he tell his friend can they both? Atleast there will be a witness when one man loses hope, they started with a vow to train to change the tracks, but as the worlds predictabilities one man turns his back, as one sheep is innocent the other turns black, As one would burn passion his brother burns wax, Hate is just a atmosphere surrounded in the light, you"d have to watch your back cause your shadow holds a knife. |
MysterysEveryday should i have to remind myself that times are good now? Why? Simply what is time? We are trapped in oblivion. What does that mean? It means good evolves to good we fail to recognize great for we should adapt to our opportunities. Times are good you just have to open your eyes recognize them and be mindful, For flexibility is the key though we need to bend to experience new angles for to seek them they will show us how to fly and people that walk are soon to Cry And people that crawl are to Die. |
On and OnDays are gone and time is hear, The clocks ticking is to low for ears, time goes bi and it take both genders, minds are stole hearts cold as winter, but weeks go on, soon they"ll past, kids will grow walking similar paths, time just goes on and on with no one knowing where we belong. |
Lif And DeafHowls are heard, When the moon is large, Things are killed and land is scarred, Don't have fear when land is dark the sun will rise and death will die. |
What CanEyes cant see what love can feel, Scars to deep for wounds to heal, Miles to long for legs to walk Mouths to weak for words to talk |
Clouds Of RainI always thought if love could fly , its wings would break in hateful skies while crashing into things of height, clouds of pain, filled with cries. |