DelinquentDeego

How do you survive the world alone? You lie, Frequently, To yourself. You tell yourself You choose to be alone, You don't need them, They're beneath you, More trouble than they're worth, But, You could join them if you wanted to. And sometimes you believe it. You become apathetic, Hateful even, Of everyone, But mostly, If you're honest, Yourself. You put on this act, This one man show, Just for you, Just to delude yourself. And sometimes you believe it. And sometimes you almost feel alive. But then you remember it, The truth. That you didn't reject them, That they rejected you. This knoweledge, This pain, Always

One beat, One moment, One more grain of sand In the hourglass. Seems so insignificant, So small, Yet precious beyond belief. In a single frame Rests a precious memory Some are sad, Some are happy, But all are important, All have value, All make up who we are.

Victory, Sweet success, A validation of existence, A sense of accomplishment, Giving meaning to the struggle. Or, Perhaps, Being given meaning by the struggle. Perhaps the victory has no meaning. Perhaps it is how we got it, What we had to do, The pain we felt, The strength we had to use, The stress of the challenge, That gives meaning to our win.

Though dead is the body, Passed on is the soul, I am still here, The memories live with me, Thus preserving the person, To look back at in times of need, To reminisce of in times of joy, Never to lament, For they're still with me here, I carry them with me always.

In a field of snow white flowers The wind whispers a gentle melody Reminding us of lullabies And simpler times. In the middle there is a girl Her dress pure and white, Dancing to the tune, Spinning and twirling, Twirling and spinning With the flowers and the wind. Even the stars, Far above in the moonlit sky, Join the dance, The simple enchanting dance, In which time stands still to watch.

Fair? You want the world to be fair? Do you even know what that means? You think it means that everyone gets loved, That we all get what we want? You're wrong Fair is everyone suffering the same, Fair is everyone having the same opportunity to fail, Fair is everyone being equally poor, Fair is a world indiscriminately hostile. Because guess what, This is a harsh world, And that's not going to change, Especially in your fair world. This world may not be fair, But I still get a chance if I fight for it, Same as you. If I put in my all and don't surrender to anything Then maybe, Just maybe, I'll get my chance to shine, To be