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Prompt 6 (part d)

Remember

I remember the days of yesterday.

My love, we would sing underneath the blood red delicious apple trees.

Your eyes would glisten at the command of the light.

As your hair camouflaged lightly within the trunk as we lean on.

Your sand like skin melts softly.

The sun blazed the fire, and the skies painted the clouds white.

We would generally be ourselves, or even better, sing.

Sing until our heart's content.

Your head tilted back, as you close your eyes, feeling the melodies drifting softly.

As the gentle breeze blows softly, at your personal command,

“Thank you, God, for the wind,” you whisper with ease.

Music hampered us together, like a sailing ship.

In our bright-eyed ups and our dying downs, we would just sing.

Soon, we had our own little creations singing with us.

Well... Basically cooing and the enjoyment of laughter, as we hum them a song.

Their smiles, their charming dimples, as we sang with them.

In a short time, these creations acquired words of wisdom and sang.

Joy filled our passionate hearts as my beloved wife and I hear our dear angels sing joyously.

Till adorable toddlers to preteen, the melodic singing continued, until the modern days of depression.

Song fell instantly, and the dying words of the modern world enveloped their sensitive minds.

Depression, drugs, brutal violence, the apparent coldness of their suffering soul.

Nothing seems to cause them to feel okay.

We examined our best to forget the worlds views.

But I feel like something is missing… but I can’t point my finger to it.

Soon death revolved around us,

Put to my love and my creations to fall.  

Loneliness sang me to sleep.

As I continue to live in isolation.

in the cruel world of loneliness.

I would open a photo album, with emotionless eyes.

For I don’t cry for myself, the rain cries, in doing so.

Grinning wryly to myself and regretting all the terrible times that I merely dreamt of.

 For every song needs to end, in one way or another.

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Prompt 6 (part B)

Once lived a toddler, filled with so many dreams and promises.

Her parents took her to a new house, recently build, paint and wood would serenade her nose.

The girl smiled gleefully, as she ran inside, exploring the unknown world.

Soon her brother and sister was born, which made her the most happiest person in the world.

For home is where family and love belongs.

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Love: Weak & Strong

When the night is day and the days go on and on.

When those days

I just I can’t believe.

I just tell myself that

I’m happy and I’m pleased,

Feels like the broken memories define me.

Heart-shattering from these lies

All the feelings I hold from the heart

Exploring wildly, the shooting stars within my heart burst out.

WIth firey passion, and lovers ignite.

The reach to the sky, so open and free

Free from all the guilt and suffering.

“Release! For there is no turning back”

I said, with lifeless lies

To the one whom I loved

To whom used me for his unpleasant crimes.

For they were the stories of yesterday.

From the first time we kiss

He picked me like a lotus,

A beautiful flower, taking me for who I am,

No matter how polluted my flaws were,

He accepted for who I am.

However, I knew this was the temporary,

Something you wish that was on repeat for the rest of your life.

I noticed that our relationship wasn’t steady,

It was falling apart.

No.. this wasn’t my fault or your fault

It was our fault.

You left me hanging

And when I needed you the most

You were busy… Way too busy for me

Giving me excuses, like a little child,

I fell into them and actually believed you.

My friends warn me about the toxicity inside your heart

You just loved the fact that you wanted an empty glass around you.

Consistently, you begged her on her knees,

To fill the cup that I can’t fill.

Blind eyes, darken with love,

Telling secrets and white lies, filled with lust

Not letting me see the full picture,

Of what’s true and what’s false.

For… Love makes you weak and makes you strong. 

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Light After Loneliness

I can illuminate your life or burn your soul into ashes.

I’m so sorry if I’m really if I am too hot for you, cause I bet your too cold to handle.

When it comes to torches, I am high as the night sky.

However, when it comes to warming up you, I am low to the ground.

A splash of sterling water can burn my precious flames.

A stream of grace flows gently, reaching towards the heavens.

Picking sides isn’t my specialty, so I’m stuck in the middle.

An icon towards humanity, I could serve the dark side of your demons, enlightening them ideas that can spread a wildfire.

As a substitute, I can fire you up, as high of the spirits. Encouraging you at your downs, I help the people that ask upon too.

I lived longer than anyone else, people understanding how I was made.

“Even though I am the light, I am still lonely”, the voice would say.

Those words were my lullaby, rocking me sleep.

Making me feel welcomed when I am used to me.

The loneliness hinders inside of me

As a dance to the music that I can only hear

Nobody sympathizes or appreciate me

Because at the end of the day

I was made to die.