I feel like I am an alien to this world, but I know of that I am not. I tend to think about Mathematics and have my mind set on ideas- Great ideas. I do that because I am human and this is where I feel set in life. This universe is a tree- a tree with branches that extend a thousand miles in each way, extruding towards us each moment as time progresses. We say that everything is equal as it could be, but that is fantasy. Is the world really as equal as we think it is, I would dare to state. Here I am, an edge away from putting myself on to the train tracks with a train heading my way, I struggle, but I know that there is not much of a
All that pain, it just so happens,
If you would hear me, the pain is over,
Oh, brood I was, but now everything is dulcet,
For, I conflate now, labyrinthine I be,
Labyrinthine, the nature is at my very eyes,
For, the quintessential life, I am no more of moiety,
So, to accept my lagniappe in plethora,
Be lilt for me, and I will give you my love,
For, Erstwhile sorrow, shall be glamour,
Incipient of a new era that I am forever,
SoftDiamond gazed into the distance around him, the very scenery of the forest had grabbed his eyes, but, something else would grab his eyes too. He tried to be as quiet as he could and careful to not break any twigs that lay on the ground. SoftDiamond was within paw steps of the dark blue, slim wolf, and then he had done the one fault he never wanted to do which was that to attract attention of the wolf so soon. He played it cool; "Who is there?", the wolf asked looking towards the bush contemporary to SoftDiamond. SoftDiamond sneezed, "A-a-a-choo!", and he had tried to sneak away quietly. The wolf had laughed, "Okay.. come out whoever a
In my own thoughts, our eyes illustrate differently,
For an action I was to do, it was different to you,
I did not break the shell, I left it on to stay,
The same thing, in a just moiety for all,
To say I hurt you, I may have,
But, to hurt you, is to hurt me more,
To what I have done, It can not be forgiven,
Actions led by a tangent, for no words to say it,
I broke a heart, the very heart of yours,
To say the word sorry, I am too late,
For, I have shattered a world, to say more,
To really say the word sorry was not enough,
Put me in your shoes, I feel your pain,
To say sorry is not enough, There is more,
Here I am, spilling blood to show m
I wake up in a garden,
The garden dances to the breeze,
The breeze plays its fine tune,
To hear it, to see it, it was life,
I never felt so alive in such a world,
This breezy hill, away from all troubles,
For I could sit here and enjoy it forever,
In this garden, thou could forget time,
Leave time, this is a world in a forever moment,
This just moment for I could only see it,
These flowers too, they all played along,
I smiled a smile that returned,
I felt home, this garden of vast color,
To say beautiful that it was much more of,
Almost driven speechless to describe it all,
Yet, I knew there was some word for it,
Words are words, to see it
The Ghost Of A Wolf - Poem by SoftDiamond, literature
Literature
The Ghost Of A Wolf - Poem
The Ghost of A Wolf
The spirit sees me, lurking in the shadows of the forest,
I cannot see the spirit, but I feel thy presence,
Days drowned upon by the dread of thou, the spirit,
My words silenced by thou, the spirit that I cannot escape,
I try to escape rather than be haunted,
I begin to think thou lurks inside of me,
I will not understand what thou wants,
Thou, I ask you what you want,
Possessed, oh I try not to be,
I begin to know if thou lurk behind me,
I cannot escape the spirit,
Possessed by thou I be,
The spirit, thou, I cannot rid of,
Thou, the spirit is lurking through the insides of me,
The spirit, I cannot,
It lurks through me,
O Wolf
O Wolf,
The beauty of thine,
The joy thou possess,
A inescapable courage in thy spirit,
Of each movement shows great stamina,
The delicate nature of the presence of thou,
O Wolf,
The barriers of thy fur struck without reason,
Paths of thine stopped upon force,
We suffer it as much as thou,
What is suffice to prevent thy paths from being stopped?
O Wolf,
We revere thou,
From now to the futurity,
Thy kind to be left as is