In the jungle

In the jungle of my thoughts

Memories jumbled in knots

In the jungle of my thoughts

What shall fill those empty slots?

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In the jungle of my thoughts

Images in bumbled spots

In the jungle of my thoughts

Never trust these insane plots.

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In the jungle of my thoughts

Ideas painted in dots

In the jungle of my thoughts

Everything jumbled in knots.

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EDIT – 16/12/2017: changed the first “Ideas painted in dots” into “Images in bumbled spots” to restore the absence of repetition that was originally conceived.

What is the point?

What is the point in continuing when no one cares?

What is the point to keep on going when it leads nowhere?

What is the point in trying if we still make mistakes?

What is the point on living if death is near?

What is the point in stopping when everything keeps going?

What is the point in giving up when we can do it?

What is the point in leaving when we can stay?

What is the point in liking when we can love?


 

Here is a randomy poetry thingy, I don’t really know what to call it, I don’t remember what inspired me to write these few words and I don’t really know what it means but here they are.

The wait

Quickly spreading, digging its roots ever deeper,

Slowly dripping out of your veins, draining all life.

And drop by drop, second by second, the sand falls,

The clock keeps ticking, forward, never going back.

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The narrow edge of life slowly begins to crack,

Over the endless pit, and where the darkness calls.

All longing for love and eternity, we strife.

Fighting against the path getting ever steeper.

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Nothing is to gain from this pointless struggling,

Nothing but a few moments of true happiness.

There might come some times when we are not capable,

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There might come some times when we are all crumbling,

But we keep on walking towards our success.

Time is a curse, deadly and unavoidable.

To the sky…

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Some, often many, say

There is only one way

For us all, when we die,

To raise up to the sky.

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They say we have to be

At all times pious, good,

But most importantly

Never in the wronghood.

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They tell us what is right,

What is wrong, what is sin,

Who is banned from His sight

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And who we should’ve been,

When all we want to be,

Is, quite simply, happy.

 

What if…

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What if the sky was blue ?

What if the earth was round ?

And what if what I found

Was more than just renew ?

What if fire was hot ?

What if water was cold ?

And what if you I cannot

Let you go as I told ?

What if the sun was bright ?

What if the moon was pale ?

What if an eerie veil

Was lifted at your sight ?

What if the stars were yours ?

What if the night was young ?

And what if they were shining

Into your gorgeous eyes ?

What if we were to part ?

What if time eloped ?

What if I never stopped

Wishing with all my heart ?

What if the sky was blue ?

What if the earth was round ?

And what if I was bound

Forever to love you ?

Random poetry

I said earlier that perhaps I’d end up posting something today, I didn’t really believe that but here it is, an unnamed poem I started a long time ago.

Don’t ask me why, don’t ask me how, I was looking through my old texts, most are not finished and I felt inspired byt this one. I didn’t expect to finish it, I don’t know if it’s good or what it means, but here is the complete version of this poem.

Enjoy! ;)


In light and darkness

For all will rust and wither away,

From dust to dust, from flesh to clay.

Never give in to the force at play,

Never let go or fly away.

White. Overswept by a blinding light,

All was drowned in this ray of hope ;

Souls, bodies, dreams, worries, none was left.

What had been, was, would be. No more.

Black. A thin dark veil, without a fight,

Fell on the world for man to grope,

And quite swiftly with its hands deft

Swallowed it all to nevermore.

Gods and demons in the world of man,

Looking for the meaning of his plan

For they all shall seek to understand

But very few be graced by his hand.

Darkness. A harsh, cold and silent lore

Leaving you all alone and bereft

An eternity alone to mope

Slowly robbing you of all your might.

Light. The pure emotion at its core

Healing, repairing, what had been cleft,

Flooding your heart and helping you cope,

Warm wind rising you to all new heights.

For all will rust and wither away,

From dust to dust, from flesh to clay.

If all must end, until comes that day,

True to your heart, always you must stay.

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Edit 21/04/2016

Added a few missing caps, corrected the errors and added a title that I think fits.

Game of Thrones – Poem IV

Stark

House Stark

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Bear arms and grit your teeth, open wide eyes and ears,

Beware of the dark night and the harsh cold wind,

For the north lands are vast and they full of fears.

One for all and all for one, none must be behind,

To the seven we pray against this harrowing,

For certain is one thing, the winter is coming.

Game of Thrones – Poem III

Lannister

House Lannister

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Of all wealth in the world, family is greatest,

May the flesh of my flesh honor our ancestors,

May the blood of my blood overcome any test.

My word, my life, my debts, I shall always honor,

Whatever price I pay, what awaits at my door,

To no man shall I yield, for all must hear me roar.

Game of Thrones – Poem II

Targaryen

 House Targaryen

 

All those who oppose us, all those who despise us,

Shall burn in bright red flames high up on the pire.

And from ashes to ashes, unless they join us,

Our enemies shall perish in blood and fire.

By the seven, old and new, by the dragon god,

Forever we shall reign, in fire and in blood.