Choices

A glory in light shone upon our path,
an endless line drawn that reaches ever so far.
Chosen by ourselves or force upon by others?
Fate calls us through the voice of our masters.
Are we to obey or are we to choose?
Do we struggle and hope for nothing to lose?
Leading astray from the light,
finding yet another path hidden in the night.
Hold on to our beliefs,
they are our choice and our only relieve.
But is that our only way?
Why do we always look away?
Another path so close yet ever so far,
are we stuck or trapped in the darkness in a pool of tar?
Are we hesitant of our choices in life?
Do we envy those who fly?
Free of their restraints of guilt and lies?
Why do we give up even before we try?
Regrets lead to nothing,
the choices we made shall always lead to something.
Shoulder not the burdens we made,
but prepare for the consequences we create.

Sometimes in life, things do not go as plan. We may have wished to turn back time to stop it from happening but could never do. I feel that what we have done is what we chose. We chose our own path regardless of whether we are conscious of it or not. Sometimes, we just do not admit to the things that we have done. We are also hesitant in various choices in life. Also, there are times when we are forced upon our choice by others in life. It is up to us to decide if we are willing to accept that path or not.

Shadow

The darkness who follows our every step,
our legs reach out, ready to step into the trap.
The being that speaks no words,
The being that walks upon our world.
Where the sun can never lit up this darkness,
instead, giving them power with aggressiveness.
Stretching upon the floor till the end of this world,
silently covering our trodden path without words.
Watching our movements,
copying them without any judgment.
Beings that exist in this world,
creating nightmares with our fear.
Our second being that walks with us,
to give them fear or to give them our trust?

This poem describes the shadows on the ground. Are they nightmares that feed upon our fears or beings that walk with us whom we can trust?

The vision of Day & Night

As the orange glow faded beyond the horizon,
let darkness reign supreme.
The dancing lights upon the blackened sky,
laughing and the dying glow.
And so rose the brightened beast,
watching over the dancing lights.
But alas,
soon that beast shall be slain.
Killed by the glorious burst of the rays of light,
driving away those cruel dancing lights.
And thus,
the battle has been won.
Without a single blood shed upon the sky.
But then,
the beast shall rise again.

This poem describes the day and night. I describe the sunset and sunrise to be the start of the battle between the day and the night. After the sunset, the night will win the battle. However, after the sunrise, the day will win the battle.

Birds

The cooling breeze strike in glee,
taking height and flow ever so free.
I watch as you dance upon the sky,
calling upon your friends as you fly.
The feeling of freedom,
relieving my boredom.
Come and take flight,
dance and soar towards the light.

I'm describing from a viewpoint of someone who is watching the birds fly. In a way, I envy their carefree life and their freedom. Their ability to fly as I watch over them. I view the birds flying as them dancing in the sky.

Tigers

There is a tiger,
In the bushes.
Gently and quietly,
Every step taken with care.
Run and pounce!
Soon the tiger shall have his fill.

It's a form of poetry. But I'm not too sure what type. The poem is basically describing how a tiger is hunting but every first letter when place together forms the word TIGERS.

Emotions and Personalities

In a vessel of the living,
lies the countless bodies within.
Every body with its own being,
a mind that proves its own living.
With some that despise one another,
while some that goes hand in hand with each other.
Like a balanced scale,
perfectly balanced in harmony without fail.
Anger, hatred, sadness and loneliness,
balanced with joy, friendliness, enjoyment and happiness.
Beings in our mind and bodies,
emotions and personalities,
those are what keep us living.

I believe that emotions are beings that exist in our minds. When they appear, they create personalities in us. I also believe that we decide what we want emotions to look like.
Related poetry: http://cain532.deviantart.com/art/Emotions-71378261
The poet describe emotions as what we define ourselves. In a way, I agree. Because we define ourselves with emotions, that's why we have personalities.

Poem of a friend

Following the glorious wind,
he spread open his wings.
Take flight and fly,
Soaring towards the light.
Wielding his sharpened blade,
Carrying the scythe to seal fates.
Casting a shadow upon the land,
as he took towards the lands.
His eyes watched his friends,
never taking them off from them.
And thus the wolf turn to look,
facing the dying sun,
a rock he threw.
"The sun will rise again,
and powers it will regain.
Thank you for all that you have done,
you might truly be the one,
to have influenced my life.
Had you not arrive,
Would I ever carry a smile on my face?
Would I ever leave from that place?
Like the wind,
from where you have been.
Taking away the sadness,
bringing about my happiness."
The wolf smiled,
staring for miles.
And thus he rose,
and time froze.
Replacing dark with light,
replacing sadness with joy.

I wrote this poem for a friend. In this poem, I'm the wolf while my friend is the guy who has wings and carries a scythe. This poem is just a dedication poem that I wrote for my friend.