TheMarrowind

Essence of life fluently flowing Caressing both youth and elder Cannot grasp the thoughts of not knowing Wanting to stay in times shelter. Years run by without a thought Dreams they come and go Leaving behind everything forgot Drifting away, much like the crow

Illumination of the moonlight seems so surreal Serene feeling in the justification of the false Oblivious to facade of the luminousity The celestial being taking credit of another The impossibility of truth is found within the lie Bringing forth the intuitive creation of imagination The creative spark of the sublime mentality And the tranquility of the personal dream world. Captivating the feelings of the inspired While motivation flows freely within. Permantly encapsulating the unique style And preserving personality through art.

The future is bleak, dark and decrepit Shadows shroud the life of the unexpected Misery clouds the mind of the lost. The light cannot be found. Feeling the blistering cold pressing Some may say it's rather depressing Though, I see it as such a blessing For it let's me know I'm alive. Bittersweet memories are long gone Leading me away and further withdrawn The stabbing chill becomes phenomenon I'm now lost within my mind Slipping farther down into depression It slowly becomes my only obsession Lost within all of this agression Why is this happening to me?

The heartache you've caused binds me so tightly The shackles are weighing so heavily upon me. I am a prisoner of pain I don't know how to get free. I wish I could forgive you Not for you, but for me. How can I be optimistic about the future When I am stuck right here in the past? Stuck where we were, How we left it, we moved so fast. How do I find peace When I can't move forward? How do I find serenity When the fog is so obscuring? I'm lost in the sea of emotions Each direction evokes a different feeling Each direction I face another demon. It seems nothing I do, and nothing I say, Will ever set me free.

The night was young and the blistering cold forced its way inside the miniscule slivers of broken glass from the window. The howling wind forced unto the exterior, unrelenting. The daunting memories of yesterday slipping from the mind as gentle slumber approached. It was not dreams that encumbered, nay, it was nightmares. Broken rest troubled this being, as quiet screams were held captive within. The animosity between heart and mind waged war, persistant in battle to conquer the never-ending fight. Will my plagued mind ever be free from these agonizing feelings? Will I ever feel the gentle bliss of being happy? Or will this fucking strife wit

The morning dew shimmering lightly on the blades of grass as the sun’s rays pierce the blackened night sky. The illumination of the dawn carving through the atmosphere, the sun’s luminance so effulgent. The flamboyant petals of the spring blossom magnificently flaunting their charming aesthetics; and the world was in a state of repose. Everything so serene, so tranquil. The anxiety of yesterday, the fear of tomorrow drift from the mind. All that is left is the here and now. This beauty is ubiquitous, though goes ignored, neglected, disregarded and undetected. -MR