Friday, April 14, 2017
Gratitude
The morning sky is beautiful
it brings a new hope.
The sunset sky is even more beautiful
it leaves colorful memories before it leaves.
And when the darkness fall
the moon brightens the night sky.
But only the grateful would find
even the starless sky is still beautiful.
Written by RKF
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Saturday, April 8, 2017
The Color Of Pain
The bearer of a pure soul
Is always wanders alone
Living in their own heart
Seeking to give love and hope
sacrificing themselves for others
A lonely heart hung in a canvas
painted with blood and shadows
Darkness crawls craving to possess
The tear drops from the purest heart
That kept inside a mortal body
of a meek beautiful human
Guarded by a tremendous force
of hatred anger and emptiness
Also divine love and compassion
When the stars fall from heaven
Angels stripped from their wings
The white feathers turned to red
Rain of blood falling from the sky
Painted the flowers to crimson
Such a beautiful yet pittifull horror
When blood can only washed by tears
Creating stream of crimson river
A vibrant color under the red sun
Sparkling so beautifully with fire
Like in the depth of eternal hell
Where hearts are burn on spears
The one who owns the darkest soul
Rejoice you with wine and feasts
devour your soul like a black hole
Written by RKF
Disclaimer: I do not own the picture
Darkness crawls craving to possess
The tear drops from the purest heart
That kept inside a mortal body
of a meek beautiful human
Guarded by a tremendous force
of hatred anger and emptiness
Also divine love and compassion
When the stars fall from heaven
Angels stripped from their wings
The white feathers turned to red
Rain of blood falling from the sky
Painted the flowers to crimson
Such a beautiful yet pittifull horror
When blood can only washed by tears
Creating stream of crimson river
A vibrant color under the red sun
Sparkling so beautifully with fire
Like in the depth of eternal hell
Where hearts are burn on spears
The one who owns the darkest soul
Rejoice you with wine and feasts
devour your soul like a black hole
Written by RKF
Disclaimer: I do not own the picture
Monday, April 3, 2017
A Striving Light
The waves go on
I'm striving not to drown
The air is getting thick
now it's harder to breath
I try to swim to the shore
a shore that only seen in my mind
The pressure on my shoulders
just getting heavier each day
I look straight for a purpose
the reason for all this strains
No matter how hard I tried
the gravity is fulling me down
I chase the dawn
but it gives me dusk
The force that been trying
to make me bend my knees
It just getting stronger
while I'm running out of ammo
I don't want to look back
time swallowed my obtained love
While I'm too tired to look up
where the beautiful sky keep distance
In the middle of the restless ocean
striving to keep on the surface
The waves go on
I'm striving not to drown
The air is getting thick
now it's harder to breath
I try to swim to the shore
a shore that only seen in my mind
Written by RKF
Disclaimer: I do not own the picture
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