{"sf1_id":222128,"sf2_id":"AnKb5gXm","title":"Poems from BCT Part 2","author":"Ephemeral_Dreams","words":1625,"posted_at":"2011-02-14T02:08:00.000Z","tags":["M/solo","No-Yiff","Poem","deep"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/222128-poems-from-bct-part-2","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/AnKb5gXm","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/79/a2/79a278fa-ba43-4276-8ef4-41517c482557","description":"","content":"Poems from BCT part 2  \n  \nThe Journey  \nBy Ephemeral\\_Dreams  \nWe all start anew, as would an egg  \nbut none finish the same, like gambling  \nEven as we try and try, with coins of time  \nAll everyone wins, is relief in death.  \n  \nThen it is up to us, to judge  \nTo see a course for this doomed ship  \nTo visit the inconquerable,  \nTo find the unimaginable  \n  \nAmidst the storm of life,  \nThe trials we face, small and big  \nCrashing waves, devouring storms  \nAll seek to impede us, to unmake us.  \n  \nTo take meaning away, from this  \nThis short yet eternal Journey  \nJourney to death, to peace.  \nWe strive to leave a mark.  \n  \nA piece of us our children may find  \nA piece of the ship, our vessel.  \nA remnant of times long past,  \nA reminder of our scars  \nA something that would aid  \nAid those on the Journey,  \nOn this cold sea, a light.  \nSo that we may shine the way,  \nAs the North Star.  \nAn Angel in the night.  \n  \n  \nUntitled  \nBy Ephemeral\\_Dreams  \nCovered in snow, piled sorrows,  \nAmidst the cold, unforgiving sky  \nTrees alight, beauty grows  \non the cold mountains, alone.\n\n\u0026nbsp; Lost in himself, the past  \nFamilies, lovers, time, gone.  \nWithout a goal, a future.  \n  \nAnother soul, a comrade in arms  \nOn a stream, a shared glance.  \nHeartbeats athunder, eyes open  \nWordless gesture, a symbol  \n  \nTraveling together, steps strong.  \nShared feelings, curled tails  \nAwkward glances, sneaky scoots.  \nA huddle, mounds of fur.  \n  \nWhispers at night  \nlovers in sight  \nhearts alight  \nlimbs held tight  \n  \nIn another's arms,  \none finds peace  \nthe tranquil joy,  \nThat brings Life  \n  \n  \nUntitled  \nBy Ephemeral\\_Dreams  \n  \nThe snow covered land,  \nFrigid winds, bright sky.  \nA calm, peaceful mind  \nWhispers from the dark, the devil  \n  \nDoubts and regrets asunder  \nPouting, fretting altogether.  \nresting, pondering apast.  \nLife and death combined.  \n  \nColdness, unfelt, regardless of the skies  \nIn this empty heart, nothing to feel  \nWarmth in familiarity, the sorrow.  \nBlank, beating heart.  \n  \nThe tranquility it brings  \nIn this storm of life.  \nBiting memories, frigid homes.  \nIn time, ever aflow  \n  \nOne finds warmth in the cold.  \nIn absolute peace, absolute stillness.  \nGaze upward, towards the dreams.  \nOur desires, stars of our hearts.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Beyond this world,  \nabove the heavens,  \nwhere our hearts lie,  \nA spring of hope.  \n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe Clock\n\nBy Ephemeral\\_Dreams\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nSurveyors of the Hour, an unstoppable streak.\n\nA river of time with debree afloat.\n\nPunisher of the weak, an inescapble bleak.\n\nA lover of Pain, masochistically aloof\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nEach tick marks another birth,\n\nA new seed on this earth.\n\nEach click marks another death,\n\nAnother lost soul in this void.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nSome of us live for money,\n\nOthers live for love and joy.\n\nSome of us Die for our country.\n\nOthers die for being fate's toy.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nVery fwe of us live this morning\n\nAnd we die this afternoon.\n\nOnly to be reborn and fall again.\n\nFor\u0026nbsp; reason unknown.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nForced to endure, shackled by Fate.\n\nNeedles, countless needles of pain.\n\nNourished to survive, sustained by hate.\n\nSpindles of life, heedless to the shrieks.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nYet we take another step, to the clock's beat\n\ntick, thud, tock, thunk, tick...\n\nTilll that day clock ticks no more.\n\nClick of the hammer, end of this flick.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nAlive and Dead\n\nBy Ephemeral\\_Dreams\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nBeing alive is like being a fugitive.\n\nA constant marathon away from darkness\n\nLooking ahead is like staring at a beehive\n\nAn unending chain of hexagonic madness.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nEach step we take, we are blind.\n\nWe look right and left, awry.\n\nEach time we look, we are hurt.\n\nwe took a step, that second away.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nFuture is unknown, never predictable.\n\nPast is a union, of all our sorrows.\n\nPresent is a noun, that means so little.\n\nAll we can do, is live for today, for now.  \n\u0026nbsp;\n\nConstant worries bombard us, ceaseless.\n\nNot a moment to recover from the thorns of fate.\n\nRedundant Pains scar us, merciless.\n\nNot a balm in sight, only hate.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nDistaste at life, at being alive\n\noft i pray for death, for the end.\n\nTired of this, being a slave.\n\nenslaved to Fate, For eternity.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nWhen my run ends, finally.\n\nWhen my lungs collapse.\n\nWhen my heart stops quietly.\n\nWhen my mind ceases thinking, so negatively.\n\nI'll find my freedom, away from this prison.\n\nPrisoner of life, itizen of Death.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nA warrior's Journey\n\nBy Ephemeral\\_Dreams\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nA lone warrior walks alone, at night.\n\nHis armor coated in gore and despair,\n\nA prone weapon, its owner without might.\n\nHis lover coated in tears, his heart in disrepair\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nDone with this battle, but never with the war.\n\nNot a moment of respite, away, busy\n\nGone with but a word, his heart ever marred.\n\nGot a heart, not a soul.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nNothing but blood and flesh\n\nNothing but sorrow and tragedy.\n\nAlways blank, a white slate.\n\nSplattered with red, Chaos.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nOnly thing he prays for, his one wish.\n\nFor his life to end, Journey to stop.\n\nTo have eternity with his love, in the clouds above.\n\nWhere hopes lie, hearts fly and love blossoms.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nA place, know peace, a gentle breeze\n\nwithout the scent of metallic blood\n\nWithout the screams of the dying\n\nA breeze without the whispers of the nethers\n\nMountains and skies alight with hope\n\nOne day he'll find the sanctuary\n\nHis love in hand, his heart in another.\n\nTo end his Journey, this long trip.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nKing\n\nBy Ephemeral\\_Dreams\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nOne step on this peak i so strive,\n\nRealization that i am here now,\n\none breath atop the mountanis\n\nImagination behind closed eyelids\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nLooking back, down the long, winding path.\n\nPotholes, hills, rivers and chasms of fate.\n\nAll that i'd conquered, only barely.\n\nRegardless, i am here now, the king.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nDefeating Fate, overcoming the disabilities.\n\nMaimed heart, pained boots.\n\nThrobbing and stabbing, debilitating my abilities.\n\nDespite it all, I am still the king.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nFor i no longer need to remember.\n\nFor I no longer let my past hurt me.\n\nFor I no longer fear physical activities.\n\nFor today, untill death, I am an American Soldier.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nKing of my own life, above Fate,\n\nBard of sorrow, believer in tomorrow,\n\nWings you give me, I fly above the heavens.\n\nClouds of endless joy, in my marrows\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nScars and blood, marred body.\n\nShattered heart, matted hair.\n\nNow all I've to do, as the king\n\nis to conquer the others, afore me.\n\nto be King of it all.\n\nNever to fall ever again.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nHearts\n\nBy Ephemeral\\_Dreams\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nA new sunrise greets me, as each morning\n\nForces me to smile, my past aside a moment.\n\nAnother heartache meets me, as each warning\n\nForces me to cringe, my memories aflood\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nEach day alive is an irony, so cruel\n\nEach night asleep is my only relief, so tranquil\n\nEvery face, every word, everything.\n\nEvery second that passes, another second wasted.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nHow I wish joy upon this world, for every soul.\n\nHow I pray you with me, in my arms.\n\nHow I endure hell and beyond, for your embrace.\n\nHow I stray, on this endless waters, forever lost\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nReborn as a soldier, as a new being.\n\nStrong yet soft, rough yet beautiful.\n\nA fresh, new page. Chance only few brings.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI walk through it all, you in my heart\n\nOnly thing to hold onto, only haven\n\nOvercame countless hills, only thousands left.\n\nOne foot after another, left right left.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI thank you for the strength\n\nI love you for the heart\n\nI adore you for these memories.\n\nAlbeit they be imaginary\n\nEven though we'd never met\n\nMy heart beats for you.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nWaves\n\nBy Ephemeral\\_Dreams\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nUnforgiving tides, waves in the ocean\n\nFilled with grief, sorrow overwhelming\n\nAmidst the crashing waves,\n\na lone soul floats, albeit barely.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nDrenched, without protection,\n\nFrom the ocean's rage\n\nFrozen, without affection\n\nFrom the lover's gaze\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nNow astride, bobbing up and down\n\nBalanced solely on his hopes\n\nDreams collide, amassing upon his crown\n\nTo beget a master of waves.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nRiding the tumultous seas,\n\nonly his hopes holding him\n\nLiving his dreams,\n\nReality becomes a film\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nScenes of blood, dreams and dread.\n\ndialogues of sorrow, joy and pain.\n\nsends messages to the nameless,\n\nAll those who wander.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nConquering sadness and fate.\n\nOvercoming cruelty and segregation.\n\nAnd countless, unspeakable sins\n\nHe is the Master of the Waves.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nUntitled\n\nBy Ephemeral\\_Dreams\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nMarching down the avenue, in the darkness\n\nSun's yet to rise unlike most of us.\n\nMarching in step, into the world's mess.\n\nFate's hand rises again, only to strike\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nFuture can only be bright,\n\nIf one decides to correct his sight.\n\nFor where shadow lies, light is near\n\nIf only we'd see it all, the blessed flame.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nAlas I was blind, in what felt like forevermore\n\nEver stuck in the darkness, enveloped by the shadows\n\nTill the Savior came, with ice cream in hand.\n\nEver-joyous smile on his muzzle\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nAll these years, all who cared or otherwise\n\nwere lesser than those words, oh so simple.\n\n\"Look above you Ephy, for the sun rises daily,\n\nWithout mistake, light always comes.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nLooking high at the sun, a gasp.\n\nAt the beauty it paints, every morning.\n\nWithout mistake, always there.\n\nEvery day, a new mural.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nIndescribable, unforgettable scenes.\n\nThe past cannot be forgotten,\n\nThe future cannot be forseen\n\nBut this moment, overcomes all senses.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI have some more i wrote in class.. I'll upload those later.\n\ntoo tired \\\u003e.\\\u003c growing up in front of a computer has its downs..eh? heh\n\nim sure quite a lot of you readers can relate.\n\ngood night to all\n\nthanks again for reading and comments\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n-Ephemeral\\_Dreams\n\n  \n  \n\n"}