TaciturnPoet

That Memory of such long ago...- They come as I visit that old place again... And I came to realize that that place was also meant to go, Just as nothing can truly escape old Time’s Gaze. How we've grown apart, you and I. Despite how hard we've tried. For it is my fault for going away, And my fault alone for disappearing that day. I long for those days of old, Even if so much has changed since those days in the past. For if I could escape this barren cold, I would see your face smiling back at last. And that is why I now I see you again I remain mixed, For the lies we shared together had all been fixed, Like our ashes. And our gash

Prequel I fought through the shadows to reach here.                The rain didn’t seem to stop. It never did, after all, the Creators wanted it like this, to make sure that we were to feel oppressed, permanently. Rarely do we get even an ounce of sunshine, and even then, the sun is hidden behind heavy smog, again caused by the Creators to spite us, after all, we aren’t their creation anymore. We are what they call, the rebels, the animals. We aren't sentient beings, after all.                But soon, they will regret it. They shall, and we will come, and kill. Oh that day will come, and when it does, our Reckoning will begin

Of those that have gone, Of those that are no more, They no longer are on this Earth, But will forever be in your head. Although they are gone, You will still remember, The love they gave you, And the love you gave back. They still live in the present, They are still with you, And they will always be. Carry on their memory, And carry on their legacy. It is what you can do, For the one you have lost.

"There is no other for me, besides the one I lost that winter eve."

The world can sometimes, Only be just black, And white. Bichorme World Just a bichrome world. Everything, Is shaded in black, or white, Where is, the color? Where is our hope? Where are our dreams? Where have they gone, in this, Bichrome world? All I can see, Is the black, And white. Nothing else is colored, In this bleak world. It is gone, Our emotion, Our dreams, Our hope. Nothing exists, In this Bichrome World.

In the End In the end, Why does it matter? In the end, Everyone will perish. In the end, Everything will be gone. In the end, Why should we try? But in the end, It does matter. In the end, Everyone may perish, But in the end, Know that you had a wonderful life, Living with your loved ones, Creating memories, Making friends, Finding love. Which is why, In the end, It will matter, What you had done, To carve a memory, To carve your own place, In our world.

The Harmony of Friendship Friendship is a strange thing, It brings emotions, That can be otherwise never obtained, And emotions, That could never exist together. Friendship. It brings happiness, It brings anger, It brings sadness, It brings loyalty, It can even bring love. Friends can bring you higher, Than anywhere you could go alone. Never lose sight of your friends, And you can go everywhere, Forever. Together.

The Time of Change The leaves flutter, A breeze blows, The grass dances. Someday. You will miss these days, The days you knew, The days you loved. But change, It always comes. We don't always want it, But it still comes, Like an invader. But that is why, We make memories now. To remember our past, To remember the good ol' days. Back before, The time of change.

They signify emotion, They are proof that we are human, We care for others, We sympathize, And we cry. Tears are not a sign of weakness, It is a sign of compassion. A sign of connection. It is why we cry. We cry because we can connect, Because we can sympathize. We aren't weak. We show we care. To those who need it most. Whether it's a reality. Or a world only in our dreams.

Living in a world of illusion, We hide ourselves in our mind. We take solace in trying to hide from reality, We cover ourselves with lies and false dreams. We try to live in a world that is more comfortable, A world that is our personal utopia. But reality is here. It is better to live in the real life, Then to live in a simple fantasy. Do not cower in the shadows of your false world. Lift your head up, And stride forward in the world. Do not look back. You won't regret, What you do. In the real life.