A Kindling Soul

Lost. And alone. In this forest of concrete. Sad. And sadder,as I drag along my feet. Melancholy. Nostalgia. Wash over me again. Tears. Tearful smiles. Nothing left but pain. Obsessive. Compulsive. My world is now on fire. Insecure. Discontent. My life is without desires. Everyone. Everything. Turns against me now. Maybe not. Ah my heart. In pain yet it does bow. Fuzzy. Unclear. My view of the world. Doubts?Or just tears? Let nothing unfurl. Full stops.Question marks.The only things I see. Commas.Exclamations.They all but dodge me. Where I am. Who too. Its all just lost,unclear. My heart. Still not with me. But it is engulfed in fear. Mistakes. Always.There to ruin the day. Lost. That's all I am. Won't someone show me the way?    A light.Just shine it. Or just give me a push. Right path. Right direction. Anything right as such. Friendship. Love. A little care, some compassion. Something. Anything, really. Just in a sweet fashion. Discovery.Of self. I ...

This birth, this soul, this body, this breath, This face, this love, this mind, this death. These tears, these laughs, these hopes, these strifes, All a part of this borrowed life. None of it is ours, and yet it all is, All the sorrow, the pain and the bliss. While nothing is known, it's all in plain sight, Adding worth to this meaningless borrowed life. Something that soon won't be tagged "mine", Something we will lose in the blink of an eye, Something that was with emotions rife, Something to ponder over-this borrowed life. We can't just let it be, we never really know; When it'll slip out of hands, to someone else it'll go! Something has to be done, or heavy will be the price, Cause we have to make something out of this borrowed life. Buck up, buckle in, there is no time to waste, But make sure nothing is lost in the haste, Your joys, your love, your family, your life, It's all still yours, even in this borrowed life!

As another diamond rolled down her cheek, She coughed, as she tried to speak; Speak about what hurt her so much, Speak about the truth, as such. She wondered why, she wondered how, She'd end up this way, with tears and a frown; She was sad, but this wasn't supposed to be! This way of life, she never did foresee. She cried, and cried, to sleep, again. She cried and cried, tears all in vain. For what she cried, only she knew, Maybe she didn't, she thought nothing through. Her life seemed to have reached an impasse, She searched crazily for a greener grass. Somewhere, somehow, to reduce that pain, Someone, somewhere, to show they cared. Cause she was trying, and trying with all her might, That soon she'd spot some joy in her sight. Cause life had never been so sad, so unclear. Cause life, was never supposed to end up in tears.

It's precious, yes it is! A treasure in all its truth. It's hidden and guarded-then suddenly came a-knocking youth! Oh dear!What to do? It thumps so much more faster; Even though,it's in a suitcase, it's no longer it's own master. So fragile, so warm, so naive and pure and soft, Protected by the frost of love, yet so very lost! It aches for that frost-bite, not knowing if it'll hurt. And while it's in a suitcase, it builds its very own world. It knows that something's missing,something super integral, It knows that there is something, that'll make life much more livable. And then when suddenly, there is a humungous rumble, It no longer can stay in a suitcase, out and about it tumbles. It sees a new home, a new place to be in, It finds it so exhilarating, it's better than it's ever been. It hopes that this new home is forever and always its own, And thus, though a new one, in a suitcase, life is again known. This suitcase,...

There will be times when everything would seem just like a mess, Don’t you worry,soul sister, I’ll be there,to save my princess. To shade you from the Sun, to hide you from the dark, No matter what it is, I’ll be there, forever your spark. When tension turns the heat up, I’ll bombard you with snow, When you are alone, I’ll be there, with you, your shadow. When you are feeling down, I’ll happily give you a kick start, When love may sting sometimes, I’ll be there, for a heart-to-heart. When sometimes you want nothing at all, but just to be alone, Count on me ‘cause surely, I’ll be there, to break your every bone. Also, when you’re shining, I’ll surely bask in your glory, Cause I don’t care about others, I’ll be there, to tell your story :)

I try and try, I try to do the right. I know I'm shy, I know my heart's fright. I am never alone, yet no one breaks my fall, I'm still unknown, Nobody knows me at all. I am good at heart, I know that for sure. It is no piece of tart, but my heart is truly pure. I am not the one to brag, cause I know I'm not a doll. That's one thing I don't lag; yet, nobody knows me at all. I have been accused, of sarcasm and  of taunts, My words have been mistook, the accusation haunts! I just mean your best, behind your back I don't crawl. You are the same as the rest, nobody knows me at all. You should know if I love you,hurt you?-nobody can dare, And every word is true, you are in my every prayer. I am just your well-wisher,but your disbelief-leaves me in a brawl. Like a pull to the gun's trigger, nobody knows me at all.

As children bring their broken toys, With tears for us to mend; I brought my broken dreams to God Because he was my friend. But then instead of leaving him in peace to work alone, I hung around and tried to help, with ways that were my own. At last I snatched them back and cried "How could you be so slow?" "My child," He said, "What could I do? You never did let go..." -author unknown