Jumping Trout By TheHen

It is the very existence of time,

Then comes the lingering lives,

The loss of death.

Life

We're always lost cats,

Playing our torturous lives,

Chasing on life's tail.

Words would mean nothing,

If there wasn't a story behind them.

"It's good to strive for the best, though sometimes, you need to strive for the better." -TheHen

P.S. I know that I can use the quote font, but I prefer this one. Also, you don't have to agree, I'm just sharing 'cause why not?

Dead of Night by TheHen The darkening night, Sending chills down my spine, Where is the light? Along this endless line? Monsters and hollows, Awaiting around the corner, Every step could be, A mistake of never being free. Creeping, Weeping, I cry and walk alone, In the abyssal air, In the dead of night. Oh, I’m so afraid, My mind full of fear, I hope I survive, Through the dead of night. Ominous screaming, That rips through the setting sky, Who is there? In the forest of night? The wind howling, The waves crashing, The trees falling, This nightmare, Forever and ever, In the dead of night. The atmosphere, As cold as space, Though somehow, I’m still alive in this race. Blinded by the storms, I see nothing, Yet everything is in front of me, But there is no light to guide me. The stars, That were there, Have faded away from the skies above, Have been there, but nowhere, Now there is none to follow. The dead of night, Shadows everywhere, Death right there, It may be surging now, But it will come to an end, With a message to send. There is silence, After years of pain, Of darkness and rain. The cyclone’s still raging, But I’ve gone through, Pushed the waters, Behind me. I’m still not free, With the dead of night, Right at my heels, I keep going, Keep running, Before I get swallowed, By the haunting hollows. The dead of night, Screaming or silent, Taunting or calming, It’s how you see, The night’s key, To being free, From the dead of night.

This is not a quote, rather a poem. I hope you enjoy it or rather enjoyed it. :)

We drown ourselves in the illusion,

That we drive our lives,

Lost in our own confusion,

There are always secret knives.

We believe we're so wise,

Blinded by unknown lies,

Our destinies held hostage,

By the forbidding skies.

Though who's to say,

That we can have it our way?

The truth held at bay,

From clueless minds,

The changes so mere,

Only seen when we rewind.

Life is not driven by us,

Though we may think we're the biggest bus,

That destiny lies in our hands.

But if you opened up,

Realize,

We are afraid to admit,

That life was never lead,

By us.

I can't help but laugh,

At your insane remedies,

For our long gone love,

Will stay buried,

I can never bother to hate you,

There is no need,

I'm just glad,

That you suffer my pain.

I remember the day, when I opened the door,

And I looked upon a cat, upon the soaked floor,

It’s abyssal fur frizzled, the color of midnight,

The yellow eyes, with a tint of light,

Stared at me, with unknown resilience,

Testing me for something that I ought to know,

Yet, suddenly it began to snow,

Flurries, soft, and gentle,

And when they smothered the night,

It blanketed the cat,

Who plodded inside,

Who had the slyest smile,

Who came to my legs, and leaned its head,

The purring ever so slightly,

The little paws gripping on tightly,

The stray cat, so calm, so warm,

Its breathing body strong amidst the cold,

And it fell asleep within my home.

Maybe there was a fire,

Dancing through the night,

Destruction alight,

The times so dire,

Blazing inferno,

Swallowing it all,

It roars and crackles,

Restraining lives by shackles,

Devour the countless souls,

Trees, skies alike,

Apathy towards those,

Who are helpless,

Who are trying uselessly,

To overpower,

"Flee, little beings,

Flee far, far away."

The fire cackles in its own testament,

Then it sweeps its arms across,

The vast, burning land.

Emptiness,

Barren ground,

Ashes that flit around,

So many will never be found,

Yet now there is an ending,

But a new beginning,

To start again,

To retrieve what is lost,

To realize new dreams,

And to burn bright once more.

Is it not the same,

If I break your heart,

Since you broke mine?