Misty Beach, Snow and Sand

Misty Beach, Snow and Sand

Oh a walk on the beach is so heavenly.

I lost my speech, of what i was to see.

Excitement flows though my veins,

As i looked from the plane.

The piano harmonizes with the violin,

And vibrato as it would seem.

The symphony indulges me,

Of the gentle sea.

The waves were cooling, and nice,

Confusing like fire and ice.

A solitude that heals the soul,

A serenity that fills the hole.

The drums have been violent,

As the storms from up ahead.

But still the atmosphere calmed it down,

And wiped away our frowns.

The sun is incredibly cold and refreshing,

And my ice cream was burning.

This moment is picturesque,

Like a montage in my dreams.

But like a picture left in a desk,

Held only by frames as it seems.

The bleeding heart to bear,

I long for that place,

I would like to live there,

 For the rest of my days,

I have nothing left to say,

So take me away.

- The 6th Messenger

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Silent Skybound Sorrow

Silent Skybound Sorrow

When never i pretend

That the wound would mend,

It always gets worse.

Cause every time you came,

Things will snap back the same,

And let nature take it’s course.

When will the bandaids arrive?,

So I’ll survive and feel alive,

Without the nerve, that i deserve.

And to end this day, I’ll fly away.

Silenced by an unknown might,

The gag was unnecessary and too tight.

Cause when one dares of nightmares,

One would think.

Would the world cared, and spared,

Without a blink?

Like a shout to a wall,

Rebounds the call, And weren’t sent.

Even if it has, deep things that meant,

Useless still, and no one cares how you feel,

I would stop for i had enough.

Emptiness inside, i slowly died,

Painful as it seems,

But i grew numb from all this years.

If i can only redeem,

The time i lost of my only dear,

From where i’ am stuck.

Would she ever look back?

-The 6th Messenger

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Helter Skelter

Helter Skelter

Life is a room you can never fill,

And for yourself to conceal.

The touch of light burns my hand,

Of the bright day that never reaches me.

I hope before the glass is emptied of sand,

Someone will hear my plea.

Light casts shadow over my body,

And it caught on fire as it touches me.

Though hope kissed my face,

I was stuck in my place.

I'm a sad clown in an empty amusement park,

It’s a horrid ghost town, sitting inside the dark.

Heaven still tries to reach me,

Even if was blind to see.

The rainbow were depressingly monochrome,

On my sight, they’re black and white.

Instruments around me lost their tones.

Night brought daylight by a rain of fire,

The sunrise gave a smite of unlawful pyre. 

-The 6th Messenger

i have no idea where or when this came from, suddenly i was just writing, and then here it is,

a depressing poem about dying alone. about dying without noticing your absence, where the world does not care. seriously i have no idea why, it just did. About the title, it's an abstract thing, in fact i have no idea what it means but nevertheless i feel like it.

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