EbonySouls-Writing

Caught in a perpetual cycle, I long for the day it ends. Yet I know the coming days will draw up my tears and pains. I merely wish to live, yet I cannot, for my own character trapped me into a corner, never to see the light of day. My life is encaged is this eternal loop, and with it a permanent low, which buries deeper and deeper. Will I ever be capable of reaching up and taking hold of the life line dangled above me? Would I be worth it? Maybe there's no point in trying, I shant achieve anything anyway, and no ones waiting for me either. It does seem hopeless, and though I strive to hide my pain, to keep others unaware and unharmed,

'Romance at its finest', that's what the classic's say. Those that live in the world of books lose their sense of reality. Romance does not work as the classic's say, Remember that before you attempt to repeat their lives.

Thoughts of the future, and queries of the past, never knowing or seeing, never telling or hearing. Your word is as good as mine, to which the Ravens and Doves call. Times fitting of Ravens, and times fitting of Doves, Shall Death stand before us tomorrow, or Shall Life wither before us? Will tomorrow be joyous and warm and alive? Or will tomorrow be dull and dark and dead? That is a question, that to which the powers, can never answer.

Why is an angel White, and why is a demon Black? Why is it that an 'imagining' has to be? Why can't God be Black, or further more, why can't he be Blue? I'm sure he is Blue, from all the arguments produced by these 'imaginings'. And if not, I'm sure he'd paint himself Blue to stop your nonsense. Black or Brown or Yellow or White, shut your face and let's all be Blue! For I know the 'Blacks' and 'Browns' and 'Yellows' do not appreciate. I maybe White, but I see myself as Blue, because with these immature resentments, I do not wish to take part.

Sing a song, to which I stand, alone on a bleak winters night, to which the snow falls lifelessly, and the chill air around is suffocating me. My words cannot reach you, but why should they not? You are no stranger, no enemy of past grudge or envy. Merely a deft ear to my reaching voice. And it doesn't even need to reach, I may ask a question, or make a statement, yet that's all it takes: one swift, innocent clause, to send your nerves into a wreck. Then you start the accusations, the lying, the whining. The snarking comments and pathetically rude remarks. 'You weren't listening!' They cry. Well . . . --- Maybe ... 'a ear for the mouth'

Ah religion, thou art a bitch, for once I mention you, pillars of hell-flame dance around my words, as if forsaken by the lord himself. I shall say what I wish, I have free-will after all, and I do not see your god raining hell-spawn down on me. So, my dear 'friends', why should you? You god may be real or not, that I cannot disprove, but thus, in similar ties, you cannot prove real or not either. That I cannot disprove, does not mean I don't disbelieve! Do not place me as a 'agnostic' just because it makes ye feel better. --- I am an atheist, through and through, and I shall respect your rights to believe or not; so I should earn res

Rose are red, Violets are blue, Spring has sprung, so the world can start anew

I’m sorry I feel so useless When people try to help me I shove them aside And make them targets For my repressed anger It hurts me To hurt others With my words And actions And all I can do now Is beg your forgiveness I don’t want to stop being friends Nor ignore each other like we never were I know you have troubles and vice versa But those considerate thoughts leave at moment’s notice And although I know I do this I am powerless to stop it I’m sorry if I made you cry or curse or swear I’m sorry for all the hurt and pain I’ve handed you I’m sorry for talking over you and interrupting you I’m

You know the saying, 'Read between the lines'? Yeah, some people really need to practice.

You'd be surprised that every person around you has a mind of their own and a thought about you. However, it takes a lonely person to think about that fact, and what another mind thinks of them.