SB2: Hell Freezes Over by Skeleton-Boy, literature
Literature
SB2: Hell Freezes Over
Once a poet created a marvelous poem
That made all his friends very proud just to know him
It told of a trickster and his fantastic feats
With beautiful rhymes and rhythm-ic beats
A "Skeleton Boy" who stood up to his fears.
The poet was writing for more than three years
But just at the beginning of year number four
He announced, "Now I don't have to write any more!
The story is finished, it's totaled, complete
It's done, it's wrapped up, it is tidy and neat!
And because it is perfect without any equal
There is no way in hell that I'm writing a sequel!"
Then he sold his poem and he made lots of money
Because people loved it
I am a man of faith.
I am a man of loyalty.
I am the void between conflict and tranquility.
I am the soul fluttering, lost within the accusations of humanity.
I am the sight beyond scent, the taste beyond feel.
I am the withered winds of integrity; I am all that is real.
I am the laws of the universe perpetually free.
I am the tides diminishing deep into the sea.
I am the sands of time sentenced to the rain.
I am the observer, I feel no pain.
I am the trial of solitude flourishing through the vein.
I am the passion of ambiguity I have no name.
The Lovers
Walking down the path of life
Full of sorrow full of strife
Chance will bring good and bad
Sometimes happy sometimes sad
When you find a lover true
She can make you feel so new
Meeting at a lovers tryst
Deep within a woodland mist
Moonlight silvers branch and leaf
Edging all in white relief
They greet each other with a kiss
Full of passion full of bliss
With arms entwined they embrace
He of iron she of lace
Their two hearts race as one
Running fast its just begun
Flames of passion soaring high
The moon looks down from the sky
Laying upon the grass of night
Looking up they use their sight
To view the heave
A low chord is strung
as your feet touch the floor,
the cellos dull hum
felt through to your core.
The great chandeliers
illuminate the wide room,
as couples join hands
and step in time with the tune.
A hand is stretched forth,
followed by a curt bow,
you take up the offer,
arm in arm now.
The orchestra flies by
as you pick up the pace,
your partner watching you,
with a smile on his face.
The dancers whoosh by,
bright colours spinning around,
each pair moving perfectly
in time with the sound.
Your weight shifts from one foot
as you fall into his clutch,
your heart races wildly
from his loving soft touch.
His face
By answering these questions of old
I cannot solve the world, my love.
But I give you treasure; to have, to hold
By answering these questions of old.
Yet if answers are a small childs gold
Questions are a childs weapon, love.
By answering these questions of old
I cannot solve the world, my love.
Waking to an empty site,
Where you were never here,
And as I start look I find you,
And you just sit and stare.
And we'll wake once again,
And stumble blindly through the day,
And we complain about everything else,
While we really want it to stay that way.
We hate the control we have,
The control over our own lives,
We don't want the responsibility,
We just want to find a way to survive.
Tomorrow we'll find someone,
Upon whom we blame all our faults,
And when nothing changes again,
We'll find someone else for the results.
And where we belong seems,
To just be where we take the blame,
And anywhere we lay to rest, home,
It's
She was sad, that much I remember. She said it was because of strawberries, and I had no idea what she meant. I think it was their smell, something about it wafting up between the auburn curls of her hair, and settling between her eyes, something that warmed that part of memory where she housed the once, but not twice, familiar.
I could see her in a sun hat, plucking those sad-scented rubies from her grandmas garden, and the sun-warmed smile of youth, the kind of youth that thinks the knee high green of bristling shrubbery houses the forever, the kind of youth that knows only the eternity of seven years.
There, under the