Midnight Dreams

Black Hole - Untitled Five

Tear me apart, suck me in,
Oh, black hole.
Destroy everything in your path,
Oh, black hole.
Ravage the land, annihilate worlds,
Oh, black hole.

Vanquish the dark, but take the light with it.
Vanquish love, but take hate with it.
There is nothing left, but Apathy.
Suck me in,
Leave nothing behind, not a drop of soul,
Oh, black, hole.

Since I wrote the poem Lost. It's a surreal feeling, a whole year since I left Asa Clark, a whole year in which I can look back and safely say I've grown for the better. I'm not entirely sure why I'm posting this post--besides that there's some writing. It's kind of cool to know how long I've been writing stuff like this for. It's been well over a year, but this is somewhat of a personal mark for me. Thanks, everyone, for reading. It means a lot.

Go!

It's time to go, c'mon.
Forget your worries, for just a minute.
Just for a little bit.
Drop it all, everything,
Absorb the moment, feel it, drink in the feeling.
Feelings of the ever so elusive,
Happiness.
Just a moment, slip away from,
From the chains,
Don't just waste time away.
It's time to go, c'mon.




Thanks again, everyone. After this, I'm gonna go back to basics, so to speak. You'll see what I mean in the next post.

I haven't posted in a very long time. Lately, quite frankly, I haven't had the time to come on here. I really didn't like it, but with things like exams I didn't have the time to. I'm terribly sorry, if it annoyed you.

From A Single Glance Between Strangers To An Eternal Stare Shared Between Friends

The first thing I see is their Eyes

Each person, so different in their appearance, both physical, and spiritual.

Each face, begging to tell their story, of love, of pain, of hope and of despair.

Experiences shared, tales of a lifetime past, now relived, remembered.

To drink in each memory, their words the cup, and their Eyes the fountain from which this water pours.

One person shares with me their experiences in war, where each minute spent asleep is a safe
heaven, and every second spent awake, a living hell.

Another tells me a love story, when life was so lighthearted, when nothing could ever go wrong,

A small paradise in a turbulent world.

Then I hear of dark times, where each mental wound was as hurtful as a physical cut, where the
feelings Of apathy and depression reigned supreme.

I listen to each story, wishing I had listened to the stories of people past met.

Before I leave, I feel the feeling in their Eyes,

Each pair of Eyes, portals to their soul,

A silent soul, crying to be heard, yet left unheard, until it finds itself, again.

Two of the same soul, slowly being drawn towards each other, in this lonely world, or so it seems.

A single soul, containing two separate stories.

A single soul, inhabiting two bodies, inseparable.

All because of two pairs of Eyes, meeting each other, and a story told.

Inspired by:
“Friendship is one soul shared in two bodies.” - Aristotle



All right, now for the real purpose of this post. I'm confused a little bit about where my writing is going, and if I'm progressively getting better or not. My goal of this writing is to both get better, and maybe for the enjoyment of others. I'm open to suggestions as to what I should start doing more or less of. If there was ever a time for criticism, it's now, so please, lay it on me. Thanks, all.

--Dilpreet R.

So gravely, walks death along our streets.
Our roads, our cities and homes.
Taking what it wants.
Striking the hearts of those,
Already weak.
Already in pain.
Already struggling to continue.
All we can do is keep going.
Don’t remember the times of woe and grief; rather,
What was worth loving.
So keep going, and never stop.

Derrick Lopez, I never knew you. Unfortunately, now, I never will. I know you will be missed.


Derrick Lopez had a heatstroke. Soon after, he went into a coma. He died today, June 2nd, 2010, after not having brain activity for a couple of days. RIP, Derrick Lopez. :(

Death came too soon.