To the past, may it forever rest
To the future, may we hope for the best
To the love, may it fill our hearts
To the envy, may it not tear us apart
To the passions, may they intensely live
To the pains, may we learn to forgive
To the courage, may it drive us forward
To the fear, may it remain just a word
To the trust, may it never fault us
To the regret, may it leave us thus
To the friends, may they always stay near
To the prospects, may they improve each year
I wish to turn back the clock and make everything right
I wish I could return to that point and fight not flight
I wish for the chance at the happiness that I had always longed for
I wish for a lighter baggage to fit through the proverbial door
I wish for the fear to vacate my soul
I wish for the ghosts to haunt me no more
I wish for the normalcy that others possess
I wish for the passion that would cause me to digress
I wish for a second try devoid of doubt
I wish for the opportunity to stand out
I wish to let the past rest in its grave
Or else my poor future I cannot save
Defeated at last
A fallen dishonored flag
Natives take the land
Foreign rulers leave
While dragging their flag in shame
Their ships take them home
Allies are honored
As civilizations merge
Different is one
Peace erased the past
Foreign and native combined
They create a whole
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Luscious flaming gem
Below the watery surface
A part of a past
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In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt “This is Your Life”
If you could read a book containing all that has happened and will ever happen in your life, would you? If you choose to read it, you must read it cover to cover.
As tempting as this might sound, reading your own life story could be a disaster. Not because it would only contain undesirable events, per se, but because your life would lose its mystery. A mystery that keeps a person hoping everyday, either for change or for maintaining a current stability. But if you know how the story will end when you are still in the middle or even the beginning, the entire story loses its appeal and you lose the desire to read it, or in this case live it.
That being said, if it landed in my lap I wouldn’t be able to fight the urge to read it. I would dive into it quickly , devour every page and anticipate any exciting events. Once the story comes to a close, whether I like it or not, I would have acquired the knowledge and wisdom to change it.
Haunted by a distant past
A vicious relentless evil
A daunting curse once cast
Spewing venom and causing peril
In fertile ground the curse grows
Feeding on its unsuspecting host
Spreading its poisonous vines as far as can go
Until it strangles its victim and they are no more
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Time heals all wounds. I don’t entirely agree with that statement. The way I see it, time merely acts as a numbing agent. It only helps people temporarily forget or more accurately get distracted so their pains just linger in the back of their minds rather than take over their lives. Healing a wound requires completely cleaning and closing it; resolving the issue or getting closure. Time doesn’t give you that; it just clouds the issue in the hopes that one day it might be forgotten.
Time is a tricky concept. For as time passes it becomes a pain in itself. I won’t generalize and say that is the case with everyone, but it is in some. As days turn into weeks, and weeks turn into months and months turn into years, you find that time is not your friend. Because when you are caught up in the trivialities of life, time just races by not giving you a chance to stop and think. However stopping means you would have to look back and assess the past. This past might be filled with regrets, heartaches or tragedies of any kind or worse it might be empty.
The thing is time will never set the past straight. And the more time that passes the more complicated a situation can become. The real problem is that you can’t turn back time. History may repeat itself, but the past will always remain in the past. Once a moment has passed its gone forever, the question is how will you let it pass? Will you seize the moment or just waste it away?