Submissions by CharlesBGill (theChad1337)

What is left of the world when Love itself contrives to doom us?
What is left of the world when good hearts go to waste?
What is left of the world when the heights we seek defeat us?
What is left of the world when life abandons us in haste?
What is left of the world when solitude becomes our fate?
What is left of the world when light can’t penetrate the shade?
What is left of the world when noble souls resort to hate?
What is left of the world when humanity falters, flickers, fades?

A gift; gifted.
Said they you have it they said.
But yet they don’t see
That intrinsic in me
Is a spirit beyond which is read.

Loudness, not proudness,
A sentiment known all too well,
This I must bear
Yet now hasten to share
With words falling from fallen to fell.

Empty, the plenty,
The plentiful ocean of mind;
That minding reveals
In unscrupulous squeals
Subconsciousness seldom enshrined.

Feel, this feeling:
Felt fainéant from factors foregone.
In time I am sure
That the words may endure
But the...

Dare I attempt to define thy beauty?
Would words suffice for such a task?
For should I falter in my duty
Of no forgiveness would I ask…
It is the haunting of your eyes that plagues me.
It is the silenced scream of my desire.
It is the agonising splendour of your air
That sears my soul like windswept fire.
If all the stars should fall from grace
And set alight the skies above,
I would not heed the garish sight,
For they are yours, these eyes of love.  
These eyes of love, were forged for thee,
To see through timeless endless space,...

Do you hear how I am mocked?
How soon they find their match once met.
A chamber dark and newly locked
Tis I who would scorn they, and yet
When after I repel their heart
And feel a little better still,
The feeling flees and tears apart
While following its nimble will.

Do you hear how I am scorned?
Those whose love did not I reach.
When the sounding of my passion horned,
It echoed silent in the breech.  
I am blinded yes, but lost in sight
Of sightings pricking at my eyes,
Which seeing, stifle out the light
That life is hope,and...