Between Night and Day

When twilight enters the realm of a man who was once called upon as a child, his surroundings slowly become withered, gray and nostalgic. Memories are his only comfort in the world where his actions no longer become as exciting or important as it was once. Love becomes his one joy and family becomes most important in his life.

Two Selections

While taking the English sub-test of the N.A.T., I read two interesting selections from two separate questions that I've pondered on:

The first tackled the idea of Happiness.

Sonnet 3 (What Once Was)

A world both clean and free,

With fields of grass and rivers so clean,

Vivid colors are all around to see

Were only hopeful dreams I've seen.

At present, the world seems so bleak;

With rivers so toxic it flows in green.

Everyone acts with ignorance as we speak,

Towards the world I wish I could've seen.

Food, money, power and worthless leisure,

All this we seek through careless acts.

And our minds, corrupted by pleasure

Cannot see the horrid facts.

The future may be no more to live for

To be hopeful, we must give more.

Sonnet 2 (Dreadful Attitude)

I see but a darkened husk

Of beauty once bright and clear.

Disappearing by the dusk,

Screaming though none would hear.

It gives expecting no gratitude.

With nothing more to hold unto,

Secluded in Silence

All my hatred fills my heart with such rage

Of friends and family both null and fake

Void of acceptance, my life is a cage

Full of regrets and enemies to make.

Youthful Dreams

For Rose, the object of my once youthful dream, 

a person I never tried to know.

Long, yes, yet on this seventh year it seems

My love is dying; Now I've been seeing

That I have been dreaming such foolish dreams

All I see now is how I've been lying.

Its Generosity has blinded me

Never have I worked tirelessly for it.

For on that year, I changed so you could see

That I can be the best, so I may fit