Poems from BCT Part 2
Poems from BCT part 2
The Journey
By Ephemeral_Dreams
We all start anew, as would an egg
but none finish the same, like gambling
Even as we try and try, with coins of time
All everyone wins, is relief in death.
Then it is up to us, to judge
To see a course for this doomed ship
To visit the inconquerable,
To find the unimaginable
Amidst the storm of life,
The trials we face, small and big
Crashing waves, devouring storms
All seek to impede us, to unmake us.
To take meaning away, from this
This short yet eternal Journey
Journey to death, to peace.
We strive to leave a mark.
A piece of us our children may find
A piece of the ship, our vessel.
A remnant of times long past,
A reminder of our scars
A something that would aid
Aid those on the Journey,
On this cold sea, a light.
So that we may shine the way,
As the North Star.
An Angel in the night.
Untitled
By Ephemeral_Dreams
Covered in snow, piled sorrows,
Amidst the cold, unforgiving sky
Trees alight, beauty grows
on the cold mountains, alone.
Lost in himself, the past
Families, lovers, time, gone.
Without a goal, a future.
Another soul, a comrade in arms
On a stream, a shared glance.
Heartbeats athunder, eyes open
Wordless gesture, a symbol
Traveling together, steps strong.
Shared feelings, curled tails
Awkward glances, sneaky scoots.
A huddle, mounds of fur.
Whispers at night
lovers in sight
hearts alight
limbs held tight
In another's arms,
one finds peace
the tranquil joy,
That brings Life
Untitled
By Ephemeral_Dreams
The snow covered land,
Frigid winds, bright sky.
A calm, peaceful mind
Whispers from the dark, the devil
Doubts and regrets asunder
Pouting, fretting altogether.
resting, pondering apast.
Life and death combined.
Coldness, unfelt, regardless of the skies
In this empty heart, nothing to feel
Warmth in familiarity, the sorrow.
Blank, beating heart.
The tranquility it brings
In this storm of life.
Biting memories, frigid homes.
In time, ever aflow
One finds warmth in the cold.
In absolute peace, absolute stillness.
Gaze upward, towards the dreams.
Our desires, stars of our hearts.
Beyond this world,
above the heavens,
where our hearts lie,
A spring of hope.
The Clock
By Ephemeral_Dreams
Surveyors of the Hour, an unstoppable streak.
A river of time with debree afloat.
Punisher of the weak, an inescapble bleak.
A lover of Pain, masochistically aloof
Each tick marks another birth,
A new seed on this earth.
Each click marks another death,
Another lost soul in this void.
Some of us live for money,
Others live for love and joy.
Some of us Die for our country.
Others die for being fate's toy.
Very fwe of us live this morning
And we die this afternoon.
Only to be reborn and fall again.
For reason unknown.
Forced to endure, shackled by Fate.
Needles, countless needles of pain.
Nourished to survive, sustained by hate.
Spindles of life, heedless to the shrieks.
Yet we take another step, to the clock's beat
tick, thud, tock, thunk, tick...
Tilll that day clock ticks no more.
Click of the hammer, end of this flick.
Alive and Dead
By Ephemeral_Dreams
Being alive is like being a fugitive.
A constant marathon away from darkness
Looking ahead is like staring at a beehive
An unending chain of hexagonic madness.
Each step we take, we are blind.
We look right and left, awry.
Each time we look, we are hurt.
we took a step, that second away.
Future is unknown, never predictable.
Past is a union, of all our sorrows.
Present is a noun, that means so little.
All we can do, is live for today, for now.
Constant worries bombard us, ceaseless.
Not a moment to recover from the thorns of fate.
Redundant Pains scar us, merciless.
Not a balm in sight, only hate.
Distaste at life, at being alive
oft i pray for death, for the end.
Tired of this, being a slave.
enslaved to Fate, For eternity.
When my run ends, finally.
When my lungs collapse.
When my heart stops quietly.
When my mind ceases thinking, so negatively.
I'll find my freedom, away from this prison.
Prisoner of life, itizen of Death.
A warrior's Journey
By Ephemeral_Dreams
A lone warrior walks alone, at night.
His armor coated in gore and despair,
A prone weapon, its owner without might.
His lover coated in tears, his heart in disrepair
Done with this battle, but never with the war.
Not a moment of respite, away, busy
Gone with but a word, his heart ever marred.
Got a heart, not a soul.
Nothing but blood and flesh
Nothing but sorrow and tragedy.
Always blank, a white slate.
Splattered with red, Chaos.
Only thing he prays for, his one wish.
For his life to end, Journey to stop.
To have eternity with his love, in the clouds above.
Where hopes lie, hearts fly and love blossoms.
A place, know peace, a gentle breeze
without the scent of metallic blood
Without the screams of the dying
A breeze without the whispers of the nethers
Mountains and skies alight with hope
One day he'll find the sanctuary
His love in hand, his heart in another.
To end his Journey, this long trip.
King
By Ephemeral_Dreams
One step on this peak i so strive,
Realization that i am here now,
one breath atop the mountanis
Imagination behind closed eyelids
Looking back, down the long, winding path.
Potholes, hills, rivers and chasms of fate.
All that i'd conquered, only barely.
Regardless, i am here now, the king.
Defeating Fate, overcoming the disabilities.
Maimed heart, pained boots.
Throbbing and stabbing, debilitating my abilities.
Despite it all, I am still the king.
For i no longer need to remember.
For I no longer let my past hurt me.
For I no longer fear physical activities.
For today, untill death, I am an American Soldier.
King of my own life, above Fate,
Bard of sorrow, believer in tomorrow,
Wings you give me, I fly above the heavens.
Clouds of endless joy, in my marrows
Scars and blood, marred body.
Shattered heart, matted hair.
Now all I've to do, as the king
is to conquer the others, afore me.
to be King of it all.
Never to fall ever again.
Hearts
By Ephemeral_Dreams
A new sunrise greets me, as each morning
Forces me to smile, my past aside a moment.
Another heartache meets me, as each warning
Forces me to cringe, my memories aflood
Each day alive is an irony, so cruel
Each night asleep is my only relief, so tranquil
Every face, every word, everything.
Every second that passes, another second wasted.
How I wish joy upon this world, for every soul.
How I pray you with me, in my arms.
How I endure hell and beyond, for your embrace.
How I stray, on this endless waters, forever lost
Reborn as a soldier, as a new being.
Strong yet soft, rough yet beautiful.
A fresh, new page. Chance only few brings.
I walk through it all, you in my heart
Only thing to hold onto, only haven
Overcame countless hills, only thousands left.
One foot after another, left right left.
I thank you for the strength
I love you for the heart
I adore you for these memories.
Albeit they be imaginary
Even though we'd never met
My heart beats for you.
Waves
By Ephemeral_Dreams
Unforgiving tides, waves in the ocean
Filled with grief, sorrow overwhelming
Amidst the crashing waves,
a lone soul floats, albeit barely.
Drenched, without protection,
From the ocean's rage
Frozen, without affection
From the lover's gaze
Now astride, bobbing up and down
Balanced solely on his hopes
Dreams collide, amassing upon his crown
To beget a master of waves.
Riding the tumultous seas,
only his hopes holding him
Living his dreams,
Reality becomes a film
Scenes of blood, dreams and dread.
dialogues of sorrow, joy and pain.
sends messages to the nameless,
All those who wander.
Conquering sadness and fate.
Overcoming cruelty and segregation.
And countless, unspeakable sins
He is the Master of the Waves.
Untitled
By Ephemeral_Dreams
Marching down the avenue, in the darkness
Sun's yet to rise unlike most of us.
Marching in step, into the world's mess.
Fate's hand rises again, only to strike
Future can only be bright,
If one decides to correct his sight.
For where shadow lies, light is near
If only we'd see it all, the blessed flame.
Alas I was blind, in what felt like forevermore
Ever stuck in the darkness, enveloped by the shadows
Till the Savior came, with ice cream in hand.
Ever-joyous smile on his muzzle
All these years, all who cared or otherwise
were lesser than those words, oh so simple.
"Look above you Ephy, for the sun rises daily,
Without mistake, light always comes."
Looking high at the sun, a gasp.
At the beauty it paints, every morning.
Without mistake, always there.
Every day, a new mural.
Indescribable, unforgettable scenes.
The past cannot be forgotten,
The future cannot be forseen
But this moment, overcomes all senses.
I have some more i wrote in class.. I'll upload those later.
too tired >.< growing up in front of a computer has its downs..eh? heh
im sure quite a lot of you readers can relate.
good night to all
thanks again for reading and comments
-Ephemeral_Dreams