Death; is not noble. It is a gruesome end. There is no orchestra playing. The light does not flash before the eyes. Songs are not sung about how you died. Darkness comes like a knife. The end is but a hollow note in the wind. Do not speak to me of a life well lived. That has ended in death. We are remembered in life by how we made others feel. Noble deeds, ruinous acts, charity, devotion, meaningless. Pain, Comfort, Grief, Hope, Despair, Joy; Sadness. That is what we leave behind. Speak not of the living, remember not the dead. Life is without its own meaning. That which we build in life becomes the symphony. And each player but a pawn to be played. Or a brief stint at the conductor stand.
Air that feels like water by Henly-Hill, literature
Literature
Air that feels like water
Cold Time Returns Lost Within myself Holding Back Those Around Leave me Alone Today Again Forget me Like Dreaming Empty Deep Inside Slip Beneath Oblivion
Silence all around me. No, there is a gentle hum. Of the AC in the bathroom; oh, what have I become? It surrounds me like a blanket, and inside of it I've hid. I know it by its true name. But it shows itself, unbid. Despair is far too wordy; it lacks a certain hue. And depressed is much more heavy, also, it is nothing new. This one comes in comfy, like and old friend on the couch. Yet, I asked it not to dwell here, for it brings with it much doubt. Empty is the feeling, that it leaves inside my brain. Feeding on the whispers; that live within again. Once I thought it loneliness. Once I thought it Sad. Now I've seen its truest form; even grief was not as bad. Because what is now around me, seeping deep at heart. Is none other than remorse.
Neurosis (Unfinished Draft) by Henly-Hill, literature
Literature
Neurosis (Unfinished Draft)
Standing on the outside, looking in again Watching the pieces fall apart See the weakness slowly shift to pain Swirl around like madness Fleas biting at the strings Wondering how to stop the sadness Not knowing a single thing Look, there, a glimpse of daylight She's only seeing rain
Hate, such an ugly word Hating the thing inside the most Hatred over love preferred Hate once felt and now transferred Unfocused, lost here again Weary of a life so engrossed Bleary thinking back to when The eyes opened up to all the rain Stumbling on trying to keep the pieces together But always after they tumble apart Losing my way from hereafter Never mislaying what could have been Hate, such an ugly word Hating the thing inside the most Hatred over love preferred Hate once felt and now transferred Unfocused, lost here again Weary of a life so engrossed Bleary thinking back to when The eyes open up to all the rain
Just as the calm sets in The world breaks apart again Cascade of beautiful remorse For the foolishness I have shown Smile wide a face full of chagrin Took three steps forward but backwards ten Unsteady feet just stay the course Paralyzed by the deep unknown Soldier on the best course to take Fighting against the me of yesterday Hope to learn to lose this weight That drags my shoulders low How cruel the world, for one mistake Rains on this, a momentous day The road is narrow and never straight But forward ever on I go One day soon I hope to see A reward or peace come over me For now at least I have far to fall The climb continues, to scale this wall
It starts with a single step Flooding the walls with emotion Tears fall down like ash after flame The goal lies dormant Mutated again and again Spreading its fingers like cancer Peace has come at last Nothing gained and no glitter Rain soaked clothing in tatters The days have passed like whispers Falling from the ear half heard Longing for a glimpse of sadness Time turns the rack once again Groaning and twisting emotions Setting in a new shape once more The daggers inside still abound But familiarity has dulled the pain Not healing but surviving another day Closed eyes at night see darkness Nightmares have fled at last Living just for their return
Mercurial. A flitting nonsense thought of derision. Screaming and clawing, ripping its way out. All I wanted was some rest. Disheveled. Bleary eyes peering into the sunlight. Falling ever further without even a shout. It is here to haunt me again. Fledgling. The burgeoning thoughts. Chasing the dreamless sleep away. And now I breathe sand. Mirthless. Smiles never quite reach the eyes. Upward turn to keep the questions at bay. Fighting with my gnawing hole inside.
Sleep takes the pain away Drifting off into a dull numbness Almost as if it never was I am wide awake Staring at the ceiling Dreaming of everything I once did wrong Screaming on the inside Crying deep within Left with none of the answers Fearing every one I wish sleep took the pain away Drifting off into the darkness As if this never was There are little cracks in the wall Paint peeling all 'way down Beige is all my vision Dragging me closer Feeding me my whispers Until I have lost myself again They said sleep took the pain away Pulls you off into the darkness Makes it so it never was My mind is swinging sideways Rocking back and forth I remember, then I'm drowning I don't know how to swim
All it takes is a single breath or a momentary flash of recollection Suddenly I am drowning again The water of my life pours in and suffocates the light inside A cycle begins anew Regret and hate and fear and loathing flowing inward as a torrential tide Familiar feelings wash away my sins I am drowning in inches one more time clawing for air in a depth-less void Time ticks onward in a steady beat If only sleep would come for dreaming but I stay awake for nothing Staring blankly at the wall
Death; is not noble. It is a gruesome end. There is no orchestra playing. The light does not flash before the eyes. Songs are not sung about how you died. Darkness comes like a knife. The end is but a hollow note in the wind. Do not speak to me of a life well lived. That has ended in death. We are remembered in life by how we made others feel. Noble deeds, ruinous acts, charity, devotion, meaningless. Pain, Comfort, Grief, Hope, Despair, Joy; Sadness. That is what we leave behind. Speak not of the living, remember not the dead. Life is without its own meaning. That which we build in life becomes the symphony. And each player but a pawn to be played. Or a brief stint at the conductor stand.
Air that feels like water by Henly-Hill, literature
Literature
Air that feels like water
Cold Time Returns Lost Within myself Holding Back Those Around Leave me Alone Today Again Forget me Like Dreaming Empty Deep Inside Slip Beneath Oblivion
Silence all around me. No, there is a gentle hum. Of the AC in the bathroom; oh, what have I become? It surrounds me like a blanket, and inside of it I've hid. I know it by its true name. But it shows itself, unbid. Despair is far too wordy; it lacks a certain hue. And depressed is much more heavy, also, it is nothing new. This one comes in comfy, like and old friend on the couch. Yet, I asked it not to dwell here, for it brings with it much doubt. Empty is the feeling, that it leaves inside my brain. Feeding on the whispers; that live within again. Once I thought it loneliness. Once I thought it Sad. Now I've seen its truest form; even grief was not as bad. Because what is now around me, seeping deep at heart. Is none other than remorse.
Neurosis (Unfinished Draft) by Henly-Hill, literature
Literature
Neurosis (Unfinished Draft)
Standing on the outside, looking in again Watching the pieces fall apart See the weakness slowly shift to pain Swirl around like madness Fleas biting at the strings Wondering how to stop the sadness Not knowing a single thing Look, there, a glimpse of daylight She's only seeing rain
Hate, such an ugly word Hating the thing inside the most Hatred over love preferred Hate once felt and now transferred Unfocused, lost here again Weary of a life so engrossed Bleary thinking back to when The eyes opened up to all the rain Stumbling on trying to keep the pieces together But always after they tumble apart Losing my way from hereafter Never mislaying what could have been Hate, such an ugly word Hating the thing inside the most Hatred over love preferred Hate once felt and now transferred Unfocused, lost here again Weary of a life so engrossed Bleary thinking back to when The eyes open up to all the rain
Just as the calm sets in The world breaks apart again Cascade of beautiful remorse For the foolishness I have shown Smile wide a face full of chagrin Took three steps forward but backwards ten Unsteady feet just stay the course Paralyzed by the deep unknown Soldier on the best course to take Fighting against the me of yesterday Hope to learn to lose this weight That drags my shoulders low How cruel the world, for one mistake Rains on this, a momentous day The road is narrow and never straight But forward ever on I go One day soon I hope to see A reward or peace come over me For now at least I have far to fall The climb continues, to scale this wall
It starts with a single step Flooding the walls with emotion Tears fall down like ash after flame The goal lies dormant Mutated again and again Spreading its fingers like cancer Peace has come at last Nothing gained and no glitter Rain soaked clothing in tatters The days have passed like whispers Falling from the ear half heard Longing for a glimpse of sadness Time turns the rack once again Groaning and twisting emotions Setting in a new shape once more The daggers inside still abound But familiarity has dulled the pain Not healing but surviving another day Closed eyes at night see darkness Nightmares have fled at last Living just for their return
Mercurial. A flitting nonsense thought of derision. Screaming and clawing, ripping its way out. All I wanted was some rest. Disheveled. Bleary eyes peering into the sunlight. Falling ever further without even a shout. It is here to haunt me again. Fledgling. The burgeoning thoughts. Chasing the dreamless sleep away. And now I breathe sand. Mirthless. Smiles never quite reach the eyes. Upward turn to keep the questions at bay. Fighting with my gnawing hole inside.
Sleep takes the pain away Drifting off into a dull numbness Almost as if it never was I am wide awake Staring at the ceiling Dreaming of everything I once did wrong Screaming on the inside Crying deep within Left with none of the answers Fearing every one I wish sleep took the pain away Drifting off into the darkness As if this never was There are little cracks in the wall Paint peeling all 'way down Beige is all my vision Dragging me closer Feeding me my whispers Until I have lost myself again They said sleep took the pain away Pulls you off into the darkness Makes it so it never was My mind is swinging sideways Rocking back and forth I remember, then I'm drowning I don't know how to swim
All it takes is a single breath or a momentary flash of recollection Suddenly I am drowning again The water of my life pours in and suffocates the light inside A cycle begins anew Regret and hate and fear and loathing flowing inward as a torrential tide Familiar feelings wash away my sins I am drowning in inches one more time clawing for air in a depth-less void Time ticks onward in a steady beat If only sleep would come for dreaming but I stay awake for nothing Staring blankly at the wall
Life spoke to the void.
"Why do so many hate me? Yet they cling so tightly to my cloak."
Death spoke to the void.
"I am accursed and feared by so many. Yet they all come to me in the end."
Joy spoke to the void.
"I am pursued by all. Yet they find me so elusive."
Hope asked the void:
"Why am I both held so tightly and thrown so easily away?"
War spoke to the void.
"I am what they hate. Yet they cannot live without me."
Peace spoke to the void.
"I am sought by all. Yet they have never found me"
Innocence asked the void:
"Why am I both the first they have and the first they lose?"
Strife asked the void:
"Why am I the one that they hate t
You breathe the last breath of life.
Gently exhale or violently forced away.
In your sleep or at the end of a gun.
Death takes you in the end.
Then you wake.
Inside a room.
White walls and white doors.
Whiteness all around you.
There is nothing here.
Nothing around you.
Except for the empty.
In the center of the blank.
Infinity around you.
Absolute nothing at the center.
You walk forward.
You ask what this place is.
"There is no place" It replies.
"There is only your perception of the transition."
"You are simply because."
"No reason, no explanation."
You ask if this is the afterlife.
It tells you that there is no after.
Life is what you
Your poetry, the one you call as your most favourite so far is also my big favourite! It inspires me a great deal, a poetry I would like to read over and over again