Wistfulwish

Always waiting for the perfect change to strike me down so cunning, so patient Love is a language it cannot possibly understand and I've given up on trying the more I give, the more it takes Life is nothing, i am Nothing it fills me with these thoughts I feel the viper's sting biting me mercilessly feel the poison coursing through me Spite, contempt, and hatred take but a moment to begin and years to subside Opening myself, opens more wounds leaves me bleeding once again No if only it were that simple...

We've lost our way and can't come back The lands behind us can no longer bear the fruits of tomorrow Today, we can only reap our sorrows The road before us is barren, lifeless We are confused, hopeless We were Idealists, working towards a greater good Avaricious, satisfying our selfish desires Compassionate, giving so others could have more Arrogant, believing that we deserved more We were Misled, by those we trusted Lied to, by those who taught us Convinced, by those who raised us Abandoned, by those who left us without a way out The fog rolls in, surrounding and encasing us Divided, we scatter in confused turmoil Helpless to

If thoughts could transcend the limitations Of space, time, and mind If such warmth were not so transient and difficult to find If criticisms could not harm, but strengthen, your resolve If loneliness could be fought, and not control your fears If you can hold fast to your hopes If you can believe in yourself Then you can go the distance

An endless row of cars, streaming down the road Crawling forth an inch, brakes singing The sun glaring harshly in her eyes Exhaust filling her lungs Eyelids drooping Fatigue It was a road often not traveled Merging into the traffic What were the odds? A hazy, angry night, trying to forget it all Dropping a broken bottle of cheap whiskey Fumbling for his keys, merrily jingling The car engine roaring in his ears Hands trembling Drunk It could have been anyone Sitting in that car Why? Metal grinding into metal relentlessly Crimson blood spilling on concrete The wail of ambulance sirens Desperate gasps for air A tiny heart

There was a cozy little corner in the cafeteria where he liked to take his breakfast, lunch, and dinner. It was in this fashion he could sit facing away from the crowd of students eating their meals, and be at least somewhat shielded from the cacophony of sound that assaulted his ears. There wasn't much to look at, in all honesty. The window was  abominably filthy; the sill coated with a thick layer - some sort of hybrid blend of grime and dust that stuck greedily to your fingers if you tried to sweep it away. Streaks of a window cleaner could be seen on the glass panel - the result of previous, unsuccessful attempts at cleaning it. Not t

The emotions are piling up Like flakes of falling snow The whispers of a winter wind Tell the truth he'll never know The drops of rain are steady Endless pour, never ceasing I want to take the leap But I don't know if I'm ready Uncertainty clouds my mind While Doubt and Fear align A Shadow trembles in the dark Of the one I left behind Time is impatient and unsympathetic As he hurries along ahead But I am left to ponder Filled with fear and dread I can't see the road ahead But the sky is filled with stars How can one be so distant And yet fill me with such warmth? I want to move forward And see what lies ahead I can't sta

Look to the sky Before you walk There's a man up there Who would like to have a talk You'd have to squint to really see Look to your left Now to your right He's a rather elusive man, isn't he? But he likes to roam about He won't come back, you know even if you give a shout There's a row of sunflowers in the thicket If you're fast you'll catch him waiting No, he has no interest in the flower It's just the leaves he'll be painting Pull the gate back and hear a creak Before you have the chance to speak Brush and paint clatter and splatter And all that's left are emerald footprints They'll lead you through the trees Just when

Finally, the third worthy traveler, now a well-seasoned warrior, approached the mountainside. "O Great Dragon of the Mountainside, I have come to return your sword." The Dragon once again revealed itself, and looked expectantly at the warrior. The warrior suddenly lunged, striking the chest of the Dragon with its own sword. The sword did not kill the Dragon, however a deep gash was left where it had struck. The Dragon set its claw on top of the sword so the warrior could not take it once more. "Why do you hurt me, warrior?" "O Great Dragon, forgive me. I am afraid I have not won the heart of the fairest girl, even though I have bested a

The second worthy traveler, only slightly older, prostrated himself before the Dragon. "O Great Dragon of the Mountainside, I have made a grave mistake. I have fallen in great debts from gambling once again and am in dire need of just one more scale." The Dragon growled, making the man shake. "You are a fool to think that the gifts I gave you would be given freely again." The Dragon lifted a claw, and the man waited for death. "I curse you and your descendants. You shall never enter the gates of Heaven until those scales are returned to me. After death you shall wander the earth, unable to experience the world around you, unable to feel,

For the next hundred years, the Dragon only spoke to three humans - the worthy travelers. The first worthy traveler, the mother - no longer youthful but now old, wrinkled and weary - approached the mountainside as she had so many years ago. Her son, however, was not with her. The Dragon revealed itself, and waited. "O Great Dragon of the Mountainside, I have made a terrible mistake. My son has become a tyrant who wrecks havoc on the world. Because your blessing gave him protection, he has become arrogant and pompous, knowing that no one can take his life but he can take theirs. He has grown up without a father, and feels superior to those