A Place Within (some Poems I wrote)

[Anackis]

A Place Within

Amid the earthly shell of clay and deep within my heart
the looming fears of life await attacking like a dart

Running from each memory and haunted by each fear
of pictures soft and comforting each bringing a new tear

The times long past yet still fight to stay
clouds form into a dream but hover far away

yet still i fight to go along and beat my every sin
searching for that simple way to find a place within

[Anackis]

Lonely Road

We exercise the vanity that eats away our soul
While execrating thoughts slowly make us lose control
But the rapsity that we feel is a dreadful sight
Because the splendor of our everyday is the darkest of our night

The world rolls right over us and no one seems to mind
As stranded refugees of life we're left so far behind
While standing in a crowded room we still feel so alone
Familiar faces everywhere but nothing feels like home

Passing blades to the one whom wishes us to sting
When lives are made or broken with a simple wedding ring.
And Hypocrites will preach their truths then turn themselves to wrong
Mindless stares of the unclean make all our days so long
But yet we trudge and push on through with fear of death and pain
with each new beginning starting with a pouring rain
Our slothful steps will carry us to our homes sweet abode
Surrounded by the nothingness out on this lonely road

[Anackis]

I'll put some more up later

[Anackis]

Alone Again

The shadows now surround me, making darkness home.
Yet in my weakness I will find that I am not alone.

They come to me in hour late, when no sun can be found.
And the only light I ever find is the light that's not around.

They do not wish for me to sit alone and by myself.
Stacking little jars of worry on tattered broken shelves.

The defaced burdens of a beaten worthless life.
Where all my trying and my work brings nothing but more strife.

Their shapeless figures reach to me in my hollowed ground.
And though I do not see them there, I hear their every sound.

Embracing me with blackened hearts of long lost memory.
They beckon me to speak my thoughts, to tell of my story.

But my mouth I do not open for there is no need to speak.
My friends they hear my every thought, in my mind they peek.

So in my corner I will sit just speaking with my friends.
Until the sunlight comes again, and conversation ends.

Again these halls are empty, their footsteps I don't hear.
Now dry and weak and torn and lost I've not a single tear.

Then no one's there to hear me cry of how alone I've been.
And with all of the shadows gone I'm stuck alone again.

[Anackis]

What's Missing

Why is it that we do not see
The value that one life can be
No matter how great or small
Or if it's even noticed at all
We each are great in someones eyes
Yet many times brushed off like flies
Can we not see the good in one
Or pause to see a childs fun
Are we much better then the land
That gives us all without demand
Do we shun the begger on the corner
Do we forget the widow and the mourner
Are our problems all that grand
That we can't stop to lend a hand
Do salutations pass us by
And do they come without reply
Is life to hard to just take time
Will being kind become a crime
Why are hugs a bad thing give
When love is all we need to live
Is the world so wrong and full of fright
That we all miss the thing that's right

[Synth]

I read the first; liked it. When I 'm less rushed, and stuff, I'll try to sit down and read the rest. =p I like what I've read, so far