SilentHill• Show poetry

Is this mere existence actually called my life? Everyday is just a fleeting memory…evanescent. Nothing holding on to me nor do I hold to anything. Just living my life day by day…
Staring wide eyed and speechless. Storms have already blown me off the coast.
But now my days feel like the calm before a storm. What calmness is this? Am I to see dark clouds looming ahead?
Am I to be destroyed again by these never-ceasing tempests?

Merely striving toward oblivion…so this is what my destiny is?
Rampant questions whirl in my barren mind…seeking the untold unknown answers.


Finally I see life in a new light. Maybe I’ve become hard and bitter but no longer do I see the silver lining.
I should’ve realized this a long time ago that life will never be what I want it to be.

Just face it…face reality.

Life is like a stained glass window.
Blood red hues dancing with black imperceivable
Sparks of green…then white takes a form.
A pattern of colored glass.

Destiny has already decided your life.
So no matter how hard you try it does matter…does it?

but it's still good to have dreams...for in them we find a refuge from the practicality of life. in them we find a world made only for us.

BUt sumtimz it's gud ta realize that that's all they are...dreams. Let 'em go...instead of pursuing. Through pursuit we get nothing but a few tears...and despair. face reality...dream..but they wont come true.