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But the problem is when I’m awaken,
Where I wake up so sad and shaken;
The dream is leaving and I am grieving
In this living, in this living
Where no one seems to be forgiving!
All I’ve got from this to say,
But nothing else than mental delay;
And that I have only been happy
In my dreams, in my dreams
“I have been happy—and loved the theme”!
Nightmare
Once in foggy woods, where over bark there I stood,
The moist icy air, shown nothing but a flare, and
That bright light I did stare, where to touch it I don’t dare!
The greenish light did scare, the only person over there,
Strangest thing, oh so rare!
The light didn’t faint, that resemble of a saint,
That had early passed away, in this world he didn’t stay,
The light was a green ray, in the darkest woods, so grey!
In the early days of May, which so strangely guide the way?
Freaky thing that guide a way!
Ironically I did follow, the way that went with hollows,
To some place of ice, where I had to think it twice,
People in it looked like mice, caring a weird device,
With having no one to advice, entering wasn’t nice,
Oh! That wasn’t nice!
When I was in I regret, no one I shall never let,
Enter this place of desire, where everything makes you tired,
Where it was hot as fire, people’s heads attached with wires,
Everyone in there were some liars, with gifts no one acquires,
That place of desire!
I finally was out, out of a place of shouts,
In this place no more; shall I come? Nevermore
I threw the clothes I wore; I don’t want them anymore,
Threw them away in the shore, that was near a red store,
That was it, nothing more!
Dream Killer[It is with full anxiety and full of hope
To dream something other than pure slopes!
To dream forgetting your hard life,
That the definition contains the only word strife!
To dream of a better tomorrow,
Where your children don’t go through any sorrow!
Not letting go of your only love,
That they only sleep in the heaven above…
To dream that all your life was joy,
The same joy children have with toys!
But there are two problems here,
That killed any dream with fear…
Either when you wake up
Or when the same dream itself messes it up
But you don’t anything else to do
Before you realize that
“Life has killed the dream” you dreamed]
The ImpossibleHow can I live without thee?
If we’ve known ourselves years ago;
You meant so many things to me
That, you have probably known although!
How can I live without thee?
How could I let you go?
That you have been so nice with me;
Memory white as snow!
How could I reject your love?
And regret your time with me?
You were a gift from high above,
That was sent down here to me!
If I would Only Perish Twice--If I would only perish twice,
In a place not of ice,
Where my heart is not of mice,
Nor a human made device!
But an eager orange fire,
Towards someone I desire,
That can make them really tired,
Oh! Lovely fire!
Sure, this lovely fire,
Could rarely, hardly be acquire,
It can make you a greedy liar,
Or someone you really admire.
Sometimes does not suffice,
Nor give you someone advice,
That’s why it isn’t nice,
To try to perish twice,
Oh! Life of dice!
Inevitable
There are things that have to happen
Although you don’t want them to;
Nature’s wonders, no one knows
They also have to happen though!
Pregnant women bear a child,
That also happens in the wild!
Children leave their child days
A state in which they find new ways!
They enjoy their time as teens;
Others suffer from what they seem!
The time comes, (or not), of wedding joy,
A time of cheer, balloons and toys!
At last the time, no one nor I,
Really waits the day you die!
But those things we cannot change
Those things so rare, so sick and strange!
ApologyI wish I would have said
Something else than what I did!
I don’t know to what it led
Something really hard to read!
I was not trying to offend
Your broken soul within!
I think it’s really hard to mend
The damage of my sin!
I’m here to apologize
For the bloody wound I did!
I wasn’t really wise
In planting you this seed!
I really regret the fact
That your sorrow I’d awake!
I am sorry for my guilty act,
For my rejected mistake!
WantedIn the desert what I want is,
Cold water and fresh shade!
In a snowy day I want
A hot coffee homemade
In the cave what I want is
A candle and a rope!
In the sea what I want is
Swimming skills and hope!
In the city what I want is
Intelligence and pity
For those who need love and faith
Lying in a dirty city!
From all the things I know and love,
I really need to say:
It’s you what I want, nothing else.
StrugglesIt has been clear
All day, all night
From the struggles
I know;
That I’m a sailor
In a wild sea
Hoping with triumph
To get in a port
If the waves
Threaten me
I know the way they pass
My struggles will leave too
Afraid I am not
Of what awaits me forward
With faith and hope
I shall not be frighten
The struggles I know
Will soon leave as waves
As storms go away
So will my struggles
With no doubts
I know
I will reach
Somehow
Love
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