Once set into motion life continues unimpeded.
The bond of prophecy self-fulfilled,
Becomes the noose of the defeated.
You may struggle and the noose grow tighter: restricting breath…
Or calmly hold your hands to the line,
In-between desperation and death.
K. Aldaya, 11/26/16
Picture: Originally Posted on thedeadhasrisin.tumblr.com; http://giphy.com/gifs/sad-boy-depressed-wOKFDNYyjqfBK;
I stand still too afraid to move forward,
For each step taken cuts deep like a sword.
Everything is a mem’ry I’d rather forget;
And each day is yet another spent in regret.
I know I cannot save myself, so I beg for the hand…
Which chokes me into silence yet again.
Which chokes me into silence again.
I stand and glance across the sun-parched grass,
Spying on the baffling winds as they pass…
A leaf toward my feet..oh, just like the one which flew..
Along the path I used to walk on, and I knew…
It was your lonesome and bitter ghost, haunting me again;
And your presence drags me back there again.
You always drag me back there again.
I stand and wonder, and ponder too long,
On why the winds carry my ghosts along:
Forever drifting about in search when I flee.
I hear their voices echo and cry out to me.
I stand here in front of you with a penetrating smile.
No one cares the ghosts were there all the while.
Ah, my ghosts have been there all the while.
K. Aldaya, 11/2/16
Picture: http://www.lovethispic.com/image/34003/fall-leaves-gif
O’ Weeping Willow, why do you hate the daylight so?
Why do you cry to the sun and hang your head so low?
Do you want us all to feel the same way that you do?
Are you angry with the sun, which dries, then feeds you too?
O’ Weeping Willow, why do you love the darkness so?
Why do you wave and smile at the moon; and let your beauty show?
Do you love the dark because it hides your bitterness?
Does the night conceal your tears within it’s tranquil darkness?
O’ Weeping Willow, why do you exist to feel this way?
Why must you live to suffer so?
Why does it have to be this way?
Do you know where we all go when we turn to dust?
Weeping Willow won’t you cry for me too, when you meet my drifting dust?
K. Aldaya, 10/12/16
Picture: http://indulgy.com/post/cbtCpMSUW1/theclouser; http://indulgy.com/ana–bella/myperfect
We used to be good friends and confidants,
Yet just like us, youth grows old, tired, and weary;
It changes, grows gray, and wrinkles,
In the sun of the today’s we dearly…
Cling on to.
Remember all those days spent together?
Under warm summer skies we rode bikes to the wind…
Blowing carelessly with our hopes.
Now we can’t go back. We can’t rescind…
Our choices.
Think of me some day when we’re old and gray,
And this fast world no longer pulls us to and fro.
Give me just one small little thought.
Think of when we walked side by side and go…
Fearlessly…
Toward the light…..
K. Aldaya, 9/29/16
Nightmares are only reverse dreams,
And ghosts are merely shadows.
Memories are just vivid streams,
Of self-perceptioned scenes.
Dreams are only reverse nightmares,
And shadows are merely ghosts.
Memories are the eyes which stare,
Deep down into our souls.
Phantoms haunt, and memories hurt;
And nightmares destroy dreams….
While time ticks on and on: inert,
To what we tell ourselves.
K. Aldaya, 9/25/16
Picture: Scene Capture from “Pretty Little Liars”; http://www.afterellen.com/tv/209853-pretty-little-liars-recap-4-19-shadow-play/3
My Soul is a Lock Without a Key 