Watching the midnight
move in slowly
as the sea
is standing still.
Caught in the drift
of passing thoughts;
go on with what u will.

Reaching for breath
I lost,
was taken, but I guess
I’ll get it back.
Whenever I wake up
in this morning:
Let the peace that broke, retract…

And the night is low.
It’s fading…
Where once
it strongly did suggest.
Heaven says hello!
Damn nations full
of (darkest) secrets kept.

Write your fears and leave them,
in your tears or in the sand.
Time is wasting - Letters tasting
like a sickness in my hand.
Darkness falling. Nauseous. Stalling. Nevermind…
No looking back.

The depths gone unfulfilled.
Unbelievingly unexplained.
But then the beat falls
right smack into place and the differences just the same.

Echoes run within the walls that quickly crumble down.
And the rest I’m finding
(in my sleep)
won’t cure me.

I have found…

marelle

poetry thoughts here catch release

A boy was watching his grandmother write a letter. At one point he asked: ‘Are you writing a story about what we’ve done? Is it a story about me?’

His grandmother stopped writing her letter and said to her grandson: ‘I am writing about you, actually, but more important than the words is the pencil I’m using. I hope you will be like this pencil when you grow up.’

Intrigued, the boy looked at the pencil. It didn’t seem very special. ‘But it’s just like any other pencil I’ve ever seen!’

‘That depends on how you look at things. It has five qualities which, if you manage to hang on them, will make you a person who is always at peace with the world.’

‘First quality: you are capable of great things, but you must never forget that there is a hand guiding your steps. We call that hand, God; and He always guides us according to His will.’

‘Second quality: now and then, I have to stop writing and use a sharpener. That makes the pencil suffer a little, but afterwards, he’s much sharper. So you, too, must learn to bear certain pains and sorrows, because they will make you a better person.’

‘Third quality: the pencil always allows us to use an eraser to rub out any mistakes. This means that correcting something we did is not necessarily a bad thing; it helps to keep us on the road to justice.’

‘Fourth quality: what really matters in a pencil is not its wooden exterior, but the graphite inside. So always pay attention to what is happening inside you.’

‘Finally, the pencil’s fifth quality: it always leaves a mark. in just the same way, you should know that everything you do in life will leave a mark, so try to be conscious of that in your every action.’

:)

:) faith inspired life paths short story thoughts

Concentrated moments appear
to have Another -
Force of Life, breathing, down their necks.
Blackened evil visions,
Consume the eternal fire.
And leave a frosty trail
Lost in the distance.
Quandaries around this atmosphere of delusion
Only seem to add on to my level of Confusion.
Written down, but spoken out -
of context.
Crimson-aquamarine flush in between
the sanity of my illusional signs.
Decipher the scrambled feedback of my mind.
Famished by the hunger that is eating at my soul.
Where is the control of my own life?
Not with me - never so.
Predetermined future -
leads me running in the wrong direction,
But right because they knew I would go left.
Can’t beat the system with a stick
but we still try to anyway.
Run away but go ‘round the world
End up back where we started.
Different time but same place
Different eyes but same face
In the space we like to call - utter fear.

marelle

insanity small world rambling thoughts love life poetry