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for fathers and sonsA heavy Burden,
A cross we must bear,
The path is long,
the mind is empty,
There is no end,
untill I'm with you again
This burden to carry
in time will pass.
When meeting again,
You'll speak the words,
I've longed to hear.
"I've missed you son,
No Response is needed,
He'll know by the look
Carried heavy in my eyes,
"it's been a long time,
I've missed you too"
Summer's EndWhere but on a summer's dawn, which brings this dark twist. Here in your eyes as you struggle to change. Remembered upon days that are no more.
When once looked upon a golden mirror, Now but a reflection of days that have past. When times were kissed by summer's warm embrace. You see a time in which a young boy, has struggled to grow into a man.
Ah, but to see again, through the eyes of a boy. Where once was innocence tucked away in a lie. Yes, close you might have it, yet much to far away. You remember the day that everything died.
O death, inside the heart, at Autums, dark end. When the life of the world grows dark and cold. Tis winter now,inside the heart, and along the outside world.
Once more, remembered days. When summer's dawn had kissed the sky.Where winter began and shall remain. Inside the heart of life. The one day which frozen in time. Longing for rememberance, of days that are no more.
Nine TimesI saw him nine times.
The first time we were both sitting in the room together, getting ready to take the math test that would determine our placement. I was scatterbrained and throwing things around, trying to find the pencils that I had known I would need but had still just tossed in my purse. He was lounging backwards in his chair, looking for all the world as though he didn’t have a single care in the world, including the upcoming test. It annoyed me, that I was frantic and ready to scream, while someone else could be that relaxed.
I tested out of the class.
I don’t know if he did.
The second time I saw him, it was a few months after I arrived on campus. He was the one rushing and frantic this time, running across the square. He was probably late for class, though I had no way of knowing for sure. I was already lost in my own thoughts and ideas, deciding on my major and convincing people that yes, this is what I really want to do with my life. If they weren
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