Stories to Life
I close another path today
As I at last seek not to go beyond
I fight the last terror
The terror of unknown where I lived
The terror of soft footsteps as it approaches
Today I embrace the last of my own
The only companion that lived in me
Which will end with me
-M.D.
It Slowly rises within
As a Whisper, as a word
It sounds life, even as it seeks the end
With you or without you it says
I go towards Tomorrow
Only to See that you are still alone
-M.D.
Seeking beyond life and other side
Far off from being held
Pushed to the edges of question
While they are both are takers.
I push through them,
Waiting for a time to be mine,
I again see the darkness of both,
As they laugh at each way I move.
They sought the power to hold me
Both gaining over past and new,
As they both are now, life and death.
-M.D.
We walked alone across the lake
Holding the sun in our eyes
Burning the dreams we had
Staying away from the words which came to us.
From companionate we became travelers
From souls we had become bodies
At edges we saw the happening
As our paths disappeared
Our fingers which held the other became unknown
Apart we grew, forward we moved
Only to see, the fingers were not there.
-M.D.
It rained on the earth, where we lived
Bringing down the words which were unsaid
Floating among the others and holding my eyes,
She stooped from her shell, holding my long streaking eyes
Asked, what made me say those.
To avoid another,
I threw myself among the crowd,
Leaving the movement to be caught somewhere in my mind
Was it real and fact, that was in her eyes, for what could be mine,
Or even my life.
I waited for my actions
To take a new path out from my life
Only to show days or even nights,
For love of a person and to hate a person.
-M.D.
I Accept life
As I would accept death tomorrow
Both has me
While each pushes other to gain over me.
They seek, beyond being held
While they are both are takers,
Seeking to be held as power for other,
Both gaining over past and new,
As if life and death.
-M.D.
Choices and decisions went out for a walk,
They looked at me, who sat confused and broken,
Choice said walk with me to know where you can go,
Decision then laughed and said, choice won’t take you anywhere
Come with me I will tell you exactly what you want.
-M.D.
An owning of life
Would have been this day
For reasons or for any answers
I would have stood on the cracking glass
Holding our feet’s to a path
Certain of all life I had, on the other who stood there
As the glass cracked under the storm, it was somewhere over.
Only for broken path that stood ahead,
I walked along,
With shards hurting and mind that told to look back,
Only then I could see what was me or any of you,
It was still shaking the path and the future was their for.
-M.D.
It had joy left by the end,
Without most words it was still hers,
Fondling with many futures I wanted build
It had many answers to my living
It had been her till now
Now I would be part of it.
-M.D.
On a bright day today
She caught the unheard words of mine
Floating among the others and holding my eyes,
She stooped from her shell, holding my long streaking eyes
Asked, what made me say those.
To avoid another,
I threw myself among the crowd,
Leaving the movement to be caught somewhere in my mind
Was it real and fact, that was in her eyes, for what could be mine,
Or even my life.
I waited for my actions
To take a new path out of my life
Only to show days or even nights,
For love of a person and to hate a person.
-M.D.
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