GreyWolf2090

It is on this road that we all travel down and live To give and take from others, to want and to give But on the inside, there's the face we cannot always hide It's the mask that shadows us, warps our being and twists our pride It pulls us into its whirlpool and tosses about our morals and our thoughts It breaks them down, twists them and throws our emotions about the rocks We try to hold strong the façade of peace on the outside but cannot resist Like a being inside, it grabs a hold of us and breaks free, so it would insist Against friends, we shield against the storm, this growing thing called Rage Out of the sight of others, we wa

Every time he looks upon her, longs to see her what seems to be everyday A new feeling arises, filling the void of the empty anew in everyway A smile like the sunshine and a laugh to cast away the gloom near the mind He is accepted for who he is, despite the skeletons that she has come to find Friends by the many that do stand by his side By his morals and his outlooks on his life does he abide No matter the numbers, in his dark world does he still reside Waiting to expose the truth held deep inside To be judged by his peers is dead and done but one thing remains to be seen If his past can be left behind, to be washed in the waters t

There is a person I've come to know and love through the many ways we know each other Through her eyes, she's shown me the lighter side of life through a dawn, morning light Through the many trials she has come to face in this thing we call life Never did she back down, even now in white sheets, she continues to fight She walks still today proudly by whom she calls friends that now watch over her I stand even more proudly among them, to know her regrets and her fears She looks to me, and calls me her angel who has helped her falling from grace Even with the smallest pain, it hurts to see even the smallest tears In her eyes, a mirror o

It is the time to weave a tale of a tale long since forgotten to the sands in the scope of time A story it is, about two people, and the link that is love between them, a melody that would chime From two different worlds they are, but two of the darkest pasts still remain But together, they will fight through the hate and battle through the pain On the gentle winds of heaven glides an angel, that of the heavenly host Much she has been told, of the dark demons and devils does hell consume the most Though she is not of the fallen, though many torments and hates she had to endure On a path of pain, what fact remains that she has a pure he

     There she stood, under the embrace of the night sky, the moon making her skin a dark pale as she pulled her black cloak tighter to her breasts. The crescent moon had long since been a friend to this woman, for as long as she had lived, she looked to the moon and hoped without knowing why, she wanted to someday see the moon replaced by the sun. To look into the ball of flames, but even as she shuddered, she embraced the thought of the warmth that had long since ceased since her life. To walk among people, but what were people? Were they beings that could walk among the heat, among the gaze of the solar shine without being burnt to ashes?

I am fate. I am what mankind has created with his mind; I am the illusion, the excuse, and the reason of men's actions because they cannot take responsibility for their own. I am the thing that dictates actions made before every man, woman, and child was born and I will decide the outcome of the future. Before you were resting in your mother's womb, I decided your life, your thrills and your pleasures and the one you would wed. I am the drive and the force that moves the stars and galaxies among the heavens, their actions, also, do I dictate. But, what if? "What if there was no such thing as fate?" A man once asked this question. On the road

     There are endless tales where people speak of battle, about brave souls risking their lives as if it were simple feats that could be done by any other. To plunge a sword or swing a steel rimmed axe to make the finishing blow on a weaker adversary. They triumph with ease and came out to the brave hero, but what of those souls that had to fight harder, push themselves beyond those limits of body and mind to overcome the fight? The heroes born of blood, sweat, and tears? They could be the farmer, the warrior poet of the bards, or perhaps a magician who can weave a spell or two. Taken from the journal of a man who went by one name, was not f

Only In My Dreams (This Nightmare Called Life) With every breath I take, I live my life until I awake In a place of dreams, my life is what I conceive Master and maker, there is no death and no undertaker No longer a realm of fear, now there are no more harms, not even tears But in the real world, I awake and with every turn, another mistake Always in the path of fate, with every choice, always made too late If only we could retreat, back to this place of peace we will meet You will find me there, make no mistake, with your hand, you are whom I will take Because, only in my dreams Can there be a place of serenity Because, always in

     The lightning struck from the skies, a sound of thunder bellowing in the distant plains. The high blades of grass fought against the wind as the rain assailed it from each direction, adding more streaming droplets through the crevices of ancient, old trees. The plains were dark this night, with an aura that was unsettling to the few and the brave that would have stood among it, and still the horseman rode. Under his cloak, he peered with gloom stricken eyes in search of something; he pushed past the pain and sought a peace he had not known for many moons. He was a lost soul among souls, to be reborn through another mortal shell, on anoth

"Help Me": Through the Eyes of a Teenager     Tears poured down her face from laughter, a sensation that was gladly welcomed to a worrisome life. Almost everyday, she ran outside the doors of her home and her school to spend well deserved time with friends, away from restrictions and confinements that held them down or got in the way. She smiled as the wind glided through her hair, the sound of the wheels rubbing grinding against the road the only sound between her and peace. The sweet smell of flowers traveled about the air as flower pedals danced about, a few landing in her lavish strands of hair. Savoring moments these were that made eve