poeticoutbursts

     Every once and a while,     or sometimes more than that,     I wonder what happens in the soul of people.    What makes them tick?    What drives them to do the things they do?    What causes people to obsess about things?    What causes people to come into schools,    and shoot others who they barely know.    When I poured my soul (or at least most) into another,    I felt the mixtures of emotions.    First, I felt embarrassment .    I was expressing the deepest fears,   The very morals that drove my everyday life.   Next, I felt fear.   I just mouthed the impossible.   What if my fear came now that I ment

   "Hopes, dreams, dark ambitions, and urges, all of these are left behind in the silence of death, and as I walk among you I wonder how many of you were like me. What were your secrets? What do you regret most about your life?   Or did you lead an amazing life? Did you start a family? Did you become a hero, or perhaps serve your country? Are you proud of your accomplishments?" I think as I walk through the graveyard.   Then I realise it. The people here are most likely a mix. They can't be only good or only bad. As obvious a statement as it is, the concept is hard to imagine. I've never known these people, so I instantly

                                                            When the Ashes Fall                                              

                                                  Water            Water drips.                Water drops.                  Water will wait.                     Water always wins.                         Water can create,                             Water is the building block of life.                                 Water can also destroy.                                     Water destroyed Japan.                                         Water loves.                                             Water hates.                                                    Water                    

Wind in our arms and face, trying not to be disgraced, when we run we are free, without it, we are caged birds, One minute you're ahead of the game, only to have it crash around you ears, Thinking your in control, only to lose it all. But I will not quit. Because I'm a, RUNNER