A day gone wrong
I remained strong
Against all odds
I wanted to cry
To just fly
Out of my mind
But I remained firm in my shell
Not the best
I was put to test
The day after also
But I proved wrong
And remained strong
Against all odds
I’m not who I once was
After all the sadness
Cluttered madness
I need a break from it all
Won’t you take a break with me?
Follow me down to the sea
The sea of hope and love
3/24/11
Written by ©Diana Jillian
(Rhyme)
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Thursday, March 24, 2011
Thursday, September 30, 2010
Ignorance
There comes a time
When one must realize
When to break free
When to cut ties
Ignorance is bliss, but
I'm not built that way
I wish I could forget it all
And start a brand new day
Though, if I did have ignorance
And kept it right by my side
I wouldn't feel the shame that pours
I would just feel I have nothing to hide
If I lived with ignorance
Would I still be able to rise?
Would I still be able to love?
Or would it start my own demise?
What it boils down to in the end
It is all about what we can see
What manifests and engulfs us
Is the only thing we should believe
Written by ©Diana Jillian Thursday, September 30th, 2010
Poem, Picture,
Saturday, February 28, 2009
A Shift of Change
Written February 2009 by ©Diana Jillian
It's in the air, I can feel it.
The alienation of my real world friends.
The comfort of my furry, feathery friends
I can feel the change coming.
It's arriving like a tornado.
Time to let go of the old, and begin with the new.
Cut my losses of old ghosts; quit chasing them.
Time to live my life for me.
Time to live my life and expect those changes.
No more running away from my true destiny.
No more being afraid of failing, because there is no failing where I'm going.
The change is coming, and fast.
I can feel it.
Poem, Prose, No Rhyme,
It's in the air, I can feel it.
The alienation of my real world friends.
The comfort of my furry, feathery friends
I can feel the change coming.
It's arriving like a tornado.
Time to let go of the old, and begin with the new.
Cut my losses of old ghosts; quit chasing them.
Time to live my life for me.
Time to live my life and expect those changes.
No more running away from my true destiny.
No more being afraid of failing, because there is no failing where I'm going.
The change is coming, and fast.
I can feel it.
Poem, Prose, No Rhyme,
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