Tears

This was a painful night.
A night where I remembered a forgotten thing.
A night I'll be kept up late
By life's caffeine.

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I ignored the tear
As it rolled down Her cheek,
Thinking She deserved it,
And that Her love was deceit.
It had been hard
And I had suffered pain.
It was Her turn now
Because I wasn't doing it again.

And then It fell.
And I saw reflected there a three year old,
Given a hot drink,
After a play day in the snow.
I saw a five year old,
Who, as the doctor threaded the needle,
Had a hand to hold.
I saw a twelve year old,
Who after moving, life, love and everything,
Cried on her shoulder because he had no friends in this new city.
A rattled teenager,
Who felt responsible for a wrecked car.
A young man,
Given permission to accompany a morning star.

I sat by Her and hugged her.
Now repentant for pressing her,
Catching those tears on my arm.

     -pangun

The Hill

Alone I stood
Up on  my hill,
And contemplate the stars.
I reach for them,
To bring them down,
But they remain quite far.
They to would like
To come down here,
And rest their weary wings.
But "Alas" they say
"I can not come,
I would burn up things."
So still I stand
Up on my hill,
And contemplate the stars.
I've reached for them,
To bring them down,
But they remain quite far.

-Pangun

Then And Now

Do you know that feeling?
I hope you do.
You look back at your past
And laugh at the things you knew
Petty arguments,
Pointless conversations,
And childish crushes.

All of this is in my history,
I've grown up an those days are gone.
Till, a year later I open this book to this page
And laugh at what I thought,
Cringe at my poetry,
And smile at how much I've changed.

Endtimes

The nations are ruined.
The city streets became canvases for the wind
To paint master pieces, with loose paper and dust.
All representation has been lost.
The people who lived, all that are left,
Tried to make the best of things when the worst had happened.

The smoke was choking us,
But we still stayed in hope that they wouldn't reach us there.
Only, false hope burns like the buildings around us,
And no where seems to far for their powerful arm.
I pressed my hand up to yours,
touching it, but for the glass.
Searching your eyes
Trying to grasp onto anything in them.
I watched powerless as they took you away.
I screamed, I tried to fight for you,
Until their needle pushed me over the rim.

Her love was free.
Boy you'll have to find her.
that girl in a dying world,
Who's eyes leave a trail of tears behind her.