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Pen and PaperHowever scrappy
The handwritten page may be,
It is beautiful;
Thoughts written in a moment,
When you touched the words you felt.
SolitudeSuch bitter mouths oft cruelly judge my friendlessness,
And generally, their oh-so-wise minds must conclude,
That I alone have caused myself such loneliness;
But my solo situation's been misconstrued -
As I am resting peacefully in solitude
LightLight my way with shooting stars,
As evening soon is nigh;
Let them dazzle high above,
Like fireflies across the sky.
Piercing through night's blackness,
With tiny graceful beams,
These glittering spots of starlight
Guide my nightly treasured dreams.
They take me to strange and distant woods,
Where tiny lanterns hang from trees;
And I'm delighted by their grace,
As they flicker in the breeze.
Dancing in glorious moonlight,
I glide through this imagined space.
I feel the light inside my heart
Growing at a steady pace.
I see the sparkling reflection
Of the starlit night sky, drifting,
In the dark waters of the bay.
As they ripple, my spirit is lifting.
Soon, there is light emanating
From my heart, and my glinting eyes -
For, light is warmth, and hope and safety;
It is shining
DriveWhat is the force that drives you
Along life's twisted highway?
For, it is not an easy road
On which to travel, night and day.
Does some rare temptation pull you;
And does it will you to advance?
Do you wish to write your destiny -
Instead of leaving life to chance?
With your contrived ambition,
Your initiative, and steam;
Are you pushed by a thirst for knowledge,
Promise of closure, or by some dream?
Is your journey for others,
Or does it merely self-serve?
Have you one goal as your focus -
Claiming all you think you deserve?
Do you desire great riches and fame
Or do you seek salvation?
Is this what propels you forward,
As you continue on your excursion?
No matter what drives you,
Life has obstacles, unexpected.
You'll need to rely on the experience
You've previously collected.
When life's potholes and roadworks
Slow your progress to a crawl,
What motivates you to grind;
To move any distance, however small?
Is your most intrepid trek
One of brave exploration;
To further the knowledge
PuzzleIn the dying light of the day,
You suddenly and unexpectedly notice
That a confusing challenge is set out
Upon the dusty floor before you.
There it sits,
Draped in the shadows of the setting sun -
Whose last rays of the day enter the room so easily,
Through the partially-curtained shack window.
In the bright light of the day,
The colours of the myriad of bits had seemed so vivid, and so clear.
However, with the dimming of the daylight's glow,
The hues now seem to have merged together
Creating little more
Than mottled shades
Of drab dark grey
It is almost as if
The pieces' colours
Have been somehow drunk away
By the near-unquenchable thirst of the late setting sun
Merely for the purpose of making
The task more difficult for you,
As you attempt to discover
The answer to this strange puzzle.
It is true that great mystery surrounds
The enigmatic array on the floor.
You quickly find yourself
Asking numerous questions.
Inside your own head,
The queries begin to circl
FortitudeThe enduring grey boulder rests
At the crest of the mountain tall.
Long has it most patiently watched
Great rivers below flow on by.
They carve their streams, like arteries,
Through the rocky valley landscape;
Over many thousands of years,
While Earth's days pass beneath the sky.
Perched, as if it were some kind of
Valiant grey beast glaring down;
The brave rock atop the mountain
Sits so exposed, and all alone.
It's a perfect example of
Hardiness, and raw survival;
As, through ages, it has remained -
Seated atop its mountain throne.
A simple picture of great strength
And composure, standing boldly;
The crowning jewel of the mountain.
Amazing pluck, it does portray -
For, how is it not daunted by
The unforgiving elements
That batter and beat against it
With each and every passing day?
Facing fierce storms, relentless winds,
Scorching sun, ice, and other trials -
The rock withstands these willingly;
It will clearly never back down.
It has fearlessly forged its place,
Perched atop the mou
QuestioningDo I have what it takes
To reach great success?
Or am I destined to fail;
To end up in a mess?
Normal? Define it.
It is quite hard to do.
I know what I
It is time to ignore you.
Can I, or can't I?
I know I believe;
But you ask -
Have I what it takes
To truly achieve?
Ask me again
Why I am like I am;
Nag and interrogate me,
Again and again.
Grate at my nerves
And eat away at my being;
DarkDo you fear post-sunset shadows?
Are you scared of the seeping dark,
And dwellers of the pitch-black veil
That come at night, so dim and stark?
When everyone else in the house
Is tucked in bed and fast asleep,
Do you lie awake worrying
'bout beasts in the dark - where they creep?
Trembling beneath the covers
Of your own warm and cozy bed;
Hiding your face under pillows -
Those that should rest under your head.
You're scared. They could be anywhere!
Right now, you feel them all around;
As, terrified, you listen for
Any tiny audible sound.
You fear that they are all waiting
To drag you feet-first from your bed.
They'll eat you, trap you, strangle you -
Or do something much worse, instead!
Was that a sound from near the desk;
A breath behind the wardrobe door?
Or was it imagination?
You're never quite completely sure.
Still safe beneath your bed covers,
You squeeze your tired eyes shut tight,
Wishing for morning to come fast;
To save you with its bright sunlight.
It could chase away the c
LoveOh, how I wish, and hope that some day
You could know the joys of love, most true.
A love such as that which I have known;
I long for you to one day know, too.
How I often hope that a time will come
When warmth might thaw your heart, long-frozen,
And when you might know pure happiness;
The kind you've long dared not imagine.
I'd be so happy if you could one day
Believe that love and romance are real.
Yet, my joy would be nothing to yours;
The way that love can make your soul feel.
I have faith that through some twist of fate
You'll let yourself open completely;
The emotions you've kept locked away,
For all these years, buried so deeply -
And that love will then give you the freedom
To feel as though you could fly so high;
Fearless and powered by strong feathered wings.
Your heart will soar freely across the sky.
Yes, I do wish there'd soon come a day
When at last you'd experience love;
The kind of which you so bitterly
Claim to deny the existence of -
For I, myself, have known such a l
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