Poet-Tree

It will Repeat itself:

Oath of my tongue,
To outward ear.
All within range
who care enough to hear.
Thus be witness to
what the fictions of old
claim to stand in fact.

Although thee's Waiting in Vain
to believe this deceit,
Such is from
and on the host
of its value in translation.
The leader,
the guard,
The Peasant plantation;
we all pay the price.
Because everybody knows
(sometimes)
if you don't pay attention,
history happens twice.
& To no one goes the gold...

M2

" somethings different this time"

As im finding it harder to decorate my space,
Music doesn't embrace me
when I need it to anymore.
It used to take a lot to break the glass,
Holding my optimism back.

I just need to focus...
focus.
Come ooonnn...
it's slow going,
But I think,
just knowing the light inside my shattered heart
is flickering and trying to start
It's not completely burnt out,
Kind of gives me hope, somehow.
Knowing this is a test,
(It has to be)
that's the only reserve left
from which I can grab any strength to keep on standing
I have to pass it.
Because it's life;
Either the s**t works out
Or we find it ends up Tragic.

And i Dont need science
Or faith to back it...
How I die is my responsibilty
It's up to you if I planned it.
although I do need to fight harder
for the me in myself
That I never get to see and never beleived in.
As important as i view others lives
And how theyre doing
A worry i cant seem to shift any of those bandaids inward.
This world i worried and cared about
Is letting me down.
Cuz i still try
knowing it doesn't recipicate anything in anyway in return
When my tears burn
When hell is a current residence in my mind
I know it
but cant adjust like i used to
I am pretty used to no response.
Silent mother is who have i
If and when I need a shoulder in which to cry on.
But I don't love,
to get love back ...
so I can't really get mad at the process.
I Just need to process this madness,
candidly.
I Realize these are the Same unknowns !
Same recipe,
just different steps.
I know how this goes
Why do I always expect something more ?

M2

Something is different this time. by M2- at Allpoetry Finding it harder to decorate my space, Music doesn't embrace me when I need it to anymore. It used to take a lot to break the glass, Holding my optimism back. I just need to focus... focus. Come ooonnn... it's slow going, But I think, just knowing the light inside my shattered heart is flickering a...

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