I never thought I would see the day
when love was so eternal
I never thought I would see the day
when time was no more

Choices

The right path
the right choice
unknown
unclear
The choice is given to whom
Me
Those who have had this choice
this choice is
A memory lost
But now resurfaced
of a painful time
an unknown path
an unclear choice
Will the right path be chosen
Or will what seems right be chosen

Joy is something that is common, yet the feeling is undescribable. Each second of joy is personal, a feeling no one can feel for you.

Against the dark
light
a joy
the unknown presence of the yet to be
relief of the past and present
small words build to more
clapping
singing
one voice
one body
until the present is the yet to be
and the past is the old present

Spring

Winter is one of my least favorite seasons, so for me, Spring is like a new beginning of life. It all seems very peacful.

Flower's beauty
love
life's new birth
again
reign of the sun
brightness of the world
sadness lost of darkness
happiness is multiplied
joy is known
Finally, Spring is here!

Love?

Love is never easy, and leaves so many unanswered questions. These questions though, you have to find out for yourself.

It is a feeling unlike any other
I have yet to feel it
but I have heard
that it wells up inside you
trying to break free
to earn the freedom it deserves
each time new
each time different
yet each time is still the same
you cannot give it a schedule
yet you heart jumps everytime
you never know what
who
or even when
but the feeling and knowledge
is still there
I don't know what it feels like
the welling
the knowledge
yet someday
maybe and possibly
I just might be
so lucky

Rising Yet Again

No one can know when they will die, or which day will be their last, so live each day to its fullest, and forget about the past.

Nobody knows whether this is my last
my last chance
to see the world
my final moment
to give some hope
shining my rays down upon the world
and as I rise again
a ball of hope
mystery and danger
one more morning
of the birds song
the trees peacful melody
just one morning left until
I come again

Greater

In this poem, I brought up an unanswered question, thought about by many, asked by few. This is for you to decided.... is there something greater?

Is it almost possible
that there is something
something we may not know about?
Yet everyday
we are thinking about it.
Our mind working
thinking
reminising
all those times.
The good and bad memories
are in our head
our mind constantly thinking about it.
Yet we still don't know
what is going on
inside our heads.