Poetry – ALDAHIL

Poetry

Everyone is Strong

On the battlefield, everyone is strong. There is no one person that is weaker than the other. Everyone has the same training, the same equipment, the same commander, yet what is it that causes some to live and others to die? The answer is quite simple: it is based on their own strength. On the battlefield, everyone is strong.

Identify the Feeling

There is always that one time of day when a peculiar air falls over a city. No one can ever identify the time, they just identify the feeling. A feeling where they tend to look back at their pasts and reflect. They reflect on actions taken, decisions made, people befriended, and emotions at the time.

Items of Nature

The flowers, the trees, items of nature. These things are beautiful to look at and beautiful to live alongside. Humans could learn a thing or two from nature. Watch as each creature and each being live alongside each other. Watch as each creation lives with the other. There is no difference to them, they only seek to live and prosper.

The End

Is this really something to fear? it feels so far, yet so near. Everything has a start and an end. The best way to cope with it is with a friend. There might be pain. There might rising cain. We won’t know when it’ll come. Or where it might be from. What is an end? Does the end have an end? Is it stupid for me to ponder? Should I not even bother?

Our Souls Burn

Come, and take my hand, Pledge the Oath that we stand, For the battle is far from over, Our souls burn like a blazing nova. When the world calls our name. We will be there to fight and defend, Not for glory, riches, or fame, But to destroy evil and gain our revenge. Legions of armies we will bring. Freedom we shall take with our hands.

Sublimation

Sublimation is maturity. Maturity of what exactly? maturity of ideals until they become acceptable in the eyes of others. she had an ideal that was different from others beliefs and for that she was ridiculed. Labeled an outcast, she was forced to depart towards the setting sun. did she think anything of those that banished her?

The Forgotten Tales

The devolution of this earth .. Into long forgotten tales .. Was everything worth .. The now ghostly gales? .. As I try to fulfill a purpose .. With humans no longer around .. Slowly cleaning the surface .. Starting from this downtown .. As I try to break myself free .. To see and do other things .. Gone the programming that made me...

Our Destiny

Our destiny lays decided however without deed how will it occur? was it all foretold? Or is it just like that many shapes your own destiny but how am I expected to do so of non-even know what destiny is. If you ask me destiny is the deeds we do who will for long tell of who we were does destiny predict the future? or does it recite the past?

Sands of Time

Drowning in a sea of clouds, Trying to see through life’s shrouds. I’ve lost my way from up and down. Have I been just a fool in a gown? As I fall like the sands of time. Making sense like a broken rhyme. Searching for the truth to set me free. Now it feels so surreal to me. Drifting on the cloud stream. Looking for the golden dream.

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See the Truth

If you could see the truth, would you want to? If you could discover what lies under the guise of human emotions, Would you search it out? Come and take a look at your reflection.. tell me now. What do you see? do you see everything you thought you were, everything you wanted to be? or do you see something you never expected?

Beams of Light

The sun was rising from beyond the sea horizon at first, only a few weak beams of light could be seen but as the minutes passed by, the light became stronger and stronger. The reflection of it on the surface of the sea became stronger as well I was sitting by the sea and saw the whole scene in front of me.

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