PeterJK

He was born on a day that rain will ever rule. So near to death but alive he struggled with, even now, his features showing. Two black lines ran down his back never faltering. Upon reaching his face they turned back and round as if to frame him; instead it created a heart unclosed which was perfectly apt as he never could run out of love to give to all. Greying at birth with flecks of white. His ice blue eyes forever darting between thickets and movement. He sought no friends but simply to entrance all others to happiness with movement and actions. In truth no higher thought came into this; he just did. And to his credit no one left without

I found your letter While rearranging my life. Unsure of what it was, I flicked it up And saw just a few words; Then I knew it all. Unknowingly it had been pride of place Since I opened it up. So, pausing for a moment, I thought about what that meant. And no answer would come Because it already was here. Hidden, but always on show, Watching me as I come and go, In place of you. A letter in replacement for the person, And even though it's not anywhere near, It means more than anything else I could think. No doubt I'll forget until next time, Even when your words will always echo about me. Sometimes the only message told is

I All I've written before is a lie, Time has revealed facts I cannot deny. This final day Has shown a new way. I finally see my accomplishments before me Which before were too far to see. II Still the future is not clear But it draws ever near With mist about it slowly fading And the lyrics of life starting to sing. III And even further my thoughts stay fused; My mind half-times fails, perhaps overused, But through it all I still see Some things that seem inherently me. I have become a person of parts, Coming from a long way, to where life starts. I am no longer told but in my own destiny. I can choose to be slave to free

Finally the last day beckons; To pastures of green and brown. Ideas thought of early on Gain focus and granted words On these, the ending days Of another year wasted and earnt. Dawn will break in hours, Yet the task is not complete; No complacency allowed, It could damage the prize. And all I get When the last word is written Is the known fact I did it, (I didn't fail once in my life). The prize is new hope, Acheivement and virtue And another space forwards In my game of life. (Only about seventy left now...) So prepare yourself committed reader For the next day will bring nothing new. We give life it's meaning (Life do

With another year ending What have we done? Did we complete what we promised, Fail for no reason, Or fall somewhere between the two? We ask ourselves just a few times a year; Birthdays, holidays and the time of new year's. But we should ask ourselves all things At every moment we can; Else face wasting a year instead of days Running towards something we don't want to. But the year ending compells us none the less To tie up loose ends, And secure the tight ones, Whilst laying the rope for the next year. In ways we should not criticize: At least we do think about it And make half-hearted plans for our future. Semi-set goals ma

Why should I justify my means; My very way of living, Just so you can understand Why I see life as unforgiving. It's not so simple as to see it And it's too complex to state But you may get that one day And I'll leave that to fate; Never including the fact That I don't believe it exists (Yes that means I think you won't get it) Because so many will live in ignorant bliss Rather than ask that extra question. Such fools with liberties And no understanding Just stand against poorer people and tease. Sing of what they have And their woes Their riches And remastered fake nose. The reason why I don't justify Is because you are

Would the end come From the falling of a sun? Or would a virus spread And become a plague? No one ever knew And the fear was everlasting... We thought. But no, it came, With no words to describe it. But death was everywhere, Even in our very blood. So few survived even an instant But thousands of other animals lived And prospered. Through fallout Through acid rain Through ice age And through evolution. But always there echoed us, In fossil and dust. We, in death, caused them to fear Their own demise to come. From the falling of a bomb, Or at the death of the sun? Craters loomed in shadow Including the one which ende

A pulsing feeling up in my head Leaves me wishing I were in bed. The sharpness of stabbing nerves Seeking the purpose of which it serves. It cannot be bared, nor left alone As most men sit, stare and moan That the pain never fades And feels ever more like blades, But truth, it was only a minute it remained, Before it left, unexplained. It feels like forever And we seek to endeavour But our mind wins out When we try to have a bout. Just another way to tell us all That the mind will never fall; It's always there somewhere We just have to believe and care.

Christmas day arrives With it's pranks and presents. Master plans fall together While hopes and dreams could be answered. The most mystical day to a child; The day a red coated man brings presents Within your parents budget, But your innocence sees past that, Ignoring the truth through belief. We clentch as people open our gifts In fear they will hate us and it, Then rejoice when their faces smirk Or their eyes become tear-filled. We bite our lips As the presents are passed, Hoping for the biggest, Forgetting an envelope can carry tickets To places far away. And the satisfaction of ripping decorated tree-paper More thrillin

Why can't I smile anymore Without feeling like a fake. Such lies and deception To act like I'm one of the rest: Is it worth it? Whoever said faking it was a hard thing? They were wrong. The hard part is being okay with doing it. And that's the issue I face. The smile feels uncomfortable upon my face And when I laugh I do all I can to stop; Afraid of someone seeing through my teeth To the words my mouth shows. If I have to be a fake, to fit within the rest Then my broken soul must do it; For I cannot bare be without. I can smile; And eventually I'll feel right when I do.