thatguyld's blog: "My Writing"

This one is called Only Time Will Tell. I wrote it during a difficult time of my life so you may find it a little depressing. As I sit in my darkest moment I think and I wonder What has happened to my one life's thunder How have I gotten to this lowly place Without emotion on my face Just a plain drawn out look Like a withered up old book Will it ever get better I ask myself Or is my life already on the shelf Why must I sit and slowly grow mad Can my life really be this bad I find myself dwelling on what I could of had And it makes my lonely heart grow sad Has the road I have taken Been right or wrong I guess only time will tell I say it will get better as time proceeds That is something I will just have to believe My life is not over It has only begun The war is not over Though some battles are won I will push on I say to myself Take my life one day at a time Now I sit back and find My tension slowly start to unwind Hey my life is fine I must of been blind Why must I do this to myself Go through theese periods of pain Will my moods ever remain the same Well oh well I guess only time will tell

This one is called Dreams As I dream in the void of the night I see images that complicate my life The past events that made my mark My aura, my accomplishments My one life's spark I dream and I wonder How my life is going to be What it is I will have to wait and see How I long to finally be free From this stage of life, it's my one life's plea When my dreams turn mad And what happens to me is bad I wake up, and I come to grips It was just a dream Not one of life's trips When I dream of the things I want It's only me with a self-taunt I wake up to see if it's there But all I find is a lot of air For me to dream, it fills up a space Without them, surely I would be erased But in dreams I can do things right It's the time I can truely contemplate my life Make my choices My dreams are my life

This one is called Your World When you hold your world at high expectations But the one you are facing seems to be erasing You sit and wonder, and come to see The world you have known can no loner be What you have seen and what you have done Meant nothing to to what you have wanted to have done Why your world has wondered off the road That you wanted to have taken And ended up Leaving your mind confused and mistaken Do the little things you do Split your world in two One half highs The other half lows Or can it just be That the world you see Is really what you made it to be

This is another one of my poems called Dead Men's Ways. Dead men walk from their shallow graves Their soft silence trails off in waves They hide in the dark recesses of the night Only to catch the first spark of light Than they take their final journey To the cosmos of unforgotten worries Dead men walk from their shallow graves some died heros Some died slaves All that's left are their forgotten names Dead men walk from their sshallow graves Into the realm of serpentine caves Some descend into madness Some sink to shame When their lives were really to blame Dead men walk from their shallow graves Some return to their monotonous haze While others go off in a blaze You may think this writer was crazed But he only knows the dead men's ways

This is the latest poem I have written and published. I have more and I will post them from time to time, enjoy. The Man in Red In a world full of dark despair The man in red shall never shed a tear Always aware of the dangers so near For the man in red the world seems clear The tranquil sun will never shine In the dark trenches of his distorted mind The faceless see the man as blind To those who know him he is truely inclined The man in red so keen, so sluth About the world's future it's dismal truth He can't stop the future events to unfold Even all knowing, no man is that bold The man in red so dark and so cold The burden of the world he's left to hold The man in red is now forced to wait The knowledge and pain, for him it's to late For him the end must come, with death he finds his escape