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Just a ThoughtYou know the irony of life
is that you have these dreams and ideas
about where you want to be,
but once you get there
you start to dream about where you came from,
where you’ve been.
I suppose that’s part of the circle of our lives,
like the hands of a clock going round.
If only we could wind it back
and return to a time when the dream first began,
we might find
it really wasn’t all that important
to begin with.
Mindless HeartstringsCut my heartstrings
Toy with my mind,
Hide me from the world,
By turning me blind.
Free SoulLiving pure,
That is how I want to be.
A wild bird in the trees,
Doing by all means
No matter what, I must not die.
I will take on
Everything and everyone.
I will take on myself,
Force the past off of the shelf.
I will free myself of my mind,
Which once again has left me behind.
And I will finally end this pain,
For once, I will let it rain.
The rain can clean the stains,
And wash away the pains
Of loneliness and suffering,
The product of never-ending falling.
I will let my heart become one
With my soul, now I will run my own show.
I will make bad choices,
I will not listen to the voices,
I can finally breath easy,
Knowing my path is not as windy.
Finally, I can live purely.
Without this past, I can live freely.
This is how I've always wanted to be,
I'm a wild bird in the trees,
Surviving by all means.
And no matter what, I will not die.
Because my soul will always be alive.
Noticing MeEvery night,
I cry myself to sleep.
And while I sleep,
I dream that I’ll be noticed,
Not shut off in a cage,
I dream that I’m full of joy,
Not full of rage.
But when I wake up,
In the morning, hoping,
That my dream was reality,
I find myself not coping.
So I close myself away,
And I listen to sad songs,
And I’m ignored by all,
All day long.
I call for my mum,
And she answers, but doesn’t reply,
So I bury myself away,
And inside, I cry.
When my friends call for me,
But ignore when I’m there,
I wonder if I should blank them,
But never would I dare.
Maybe I’m too soft,
Poetry On The WallsNobody wants
To hang poetry on their walls
the heavier lines
and the word soaked walls
and be pained
like a poets pen does
When a poet's heart rains
The poet starts writing
finding insightful sightings
into the poets own mind
though the feeling
is a lonely one
and the reeling
and won't come undone
if the words of the poet
they will show it
And the world will know
It can't be slowed
To accommodate those
Left behind in a pile
Of wavering words
Either gentle or vile
Words of love
Or words of life
Become something of
A struggle to stifle
The muddled mouth's attempts
To bend a lies rival
Arms Like CanvasI don't know your name.
Only the hate lines on your wrist,
the story-lines you write there,
the hints everyone has missed.
I'm sorry we've all crushed you,
let your halo fall,
My head hangs here in shame,
as I speak for humanity, for us all.
It's a sick, sad world,
when 15 can be the last year.
When faggot, worthless, and fatass are thrown around like salutations,
as we drown in a sea of hushed prayers and fear.
the stage is set
the lights are lit
if no one comes
get over it
the sound is right
the pose is struck
no promise made
not to suck
watch your step
you may fall
into the brawl
take a seat
not too close
for bloody nose
but not here
put them all
up your rear
you think you know
just shut up
and enjoy the show.
Tomorrowthe waves grow stale now
like tomorrow morning’s breath
in and out like the tide
briny but bitter
and while the sun
looks like a rotten orange
spitting seeds and juices
you’re sitting there slack-jawed
drool on the blankets
dreaming of hospital rooms
and gods and that
not-so-little boy laying in his bed
and in the seaweed webs
stringing the nights
and days together
maybe one day you’ll put that picture
of the little boy with the sandcastle
back up on your mantle
Fairytales"No more glass slippers,
It's time to grow up.
Forget the fairy tales,
The ones you used to love.
No more lying puppets,
Or boys who never age,
It's time to think like an adult,
Where the economy is a cage.
Snow White isn't dead.
Aurora is awake now
Get the thoughts out of your head."
But they all live in castles,
Or happily in another place,
They're kind and gold of heart,
and Beautiful of face.
Is it so bad to remember,
Those who taught us all?
They reminded me when all was bad,
there was always love to call.
They told me to be bold,
to follow only my heart,
And though it's not always wise,
Believe the best in the
A Pencil's Life A Pencil's Life
I sit on the shelf,
Day by day.
I wait for someone to pick me up,
But I don't see anyone coming.
new pencils arrive,
and I only get pushed to the back.
It's the 19th of August,
And almost time for school,
It's the time where most pencils get picked,
I just sit and wait
for another year to go by.
I'm the last one on the shelf,
And it's almost time for school,
Someone has picked me up.
They take me home,
And put me away,
So that I am ready for the first day!
I am excited!
I am restless!
I can't wait for tomorrow.
It is finally morning,
And I am ready,
to take on what comes at me.
I was sharp,
But now I'm dull.
I can't wait for the next day to come.
Once I'm sharpened,
I'm ready to go,
Ready to take on more challenges.
Only Then Do I Remember YouOnly the dreams, the stories…
They come in flashes, little spurts from time to time…
Only then do I remember.
When the songs of your favorite artists come to ear,
Those lyrics come to mind,
Those memories flash right back.
Only when your name comes up,
Or the pictures reappear.
Only when my mind wanders,
Most often seldom and random,
To times and places long forgotten,
Only then do I remember.
Only then do I remember you.
runrun and run and run
until the day is done
you cannot overcome
the setting of the sun
but when the world's away
and when the mice do play
then you and I will stay
away for ever and a day.
so run with me and run
until we see the sun
away from the ravage of time
until you are with me and mine
To pierce the veil of nightA weary worn traveler strung out from miles of life’s highway stream
I am an unwilling an endless sojourner racing blindly toward the veil of night, a chance to dream. Adrift in the surreal tunnel-visioned plane of nascent sleep, I lay down, a dog-tired sailor upon the lissome luxury of satin sheet.
Pestiferous feelings of loneliness fervidly plague weighing an already heavy mind, as dreams whisk me away on yet another journey of a different kind. Now lavishly adorned in the velvet cloak of night, I embark a swift winged spirit upon unconscious flight.
Paroxysms of longing grow ardent with each passing night, as my hearts appetenc
Acheyep yep the veil is us
yet yet they fail the trust
next step betrayal is dust
next says the cable is cut
PolarThere are days when I want to
scream with the might of the world and
until I can no longer feel my legs.
Days where I want to make
or go on a life-changing journey;
create memories that I will
someday tell my children about.
These are the days
when the world is infinite
and nothing is impossible.
However, there are some days
that I feel nothing,
and there is no greater urge in the day
than to lay down,
curl up in a ball,
one letteR-choose your words slyly, cuz it's whatever.
it's one letter and it's better than never.
second-guessin' expressions can go on forever,
but only the clever can hold up in this endeavor....
-and if you cant handle the weather,
if you cant remember the rain bein' wetter,
drippin' onto the windows longer than
God meant for Mother Earth when he blessed her,
-just relax and sit back... first, reflect on some thinGs.
matter of fact, take a nap, get a restful nights sleep.
(thinking right completely blindsides when sleeping,
see, leading to discreetly finding real meaning....)
-common misconceptions aren't always the best to get;
no releasEim comin back as drastic as a relapse attack of a bad 'have to have it' habit
you can't escape the fact that you can't shake it and thats the power of its magic
changin the earth up in this piece isnt worth the stress if there is to be no release
and loudmouths blabbering with their hands out is no reason for me to aim to please
so this shit MUST cease....... i live to believe that something has got to give
i'm convinced the definition directly relates to whether or not it is intuitive
but in its truest sense, there exists no questioning at all of any of this
and thats why i dont defend myself when it comes to any of this
the moral im
the naturEeasy days aren't free
given that you continue with what you see
indicating it's post-traumatic nothing disorder
will be a notice of days getting shorter|||
rain gathers thoughts in puddles that flood my mind
bushes in wind will rustle a chill up my spine
the nature of connection, is direction, see
that way you don't have to guess the intention of things|||
you're pushin' it and over-analyzing now
if you hit the brakes you lose your grip
i can't imagine how loud it must have been
when the bubble burst... when reality smashed it in|||
losing slumber is like playing a bad hand
mother nature's cleansing effect is in high demand
tangleDthe smashing of the fun is when
we're laughing at no one but then
the lack of good times will cost
so back out and cut your loss
unless you're not already out...
framing an even bigger picture of doubt
but the skill can be crafted to perfection
and you can use it comin' from any direction
a reflection comin from any angle
is inevitable to get tangled
i get strangled by words so i write them
my thoughts are insane and disturbed so i fight them
i like it when i get outta breath
recitin' this shit comin' straight from my chest
nevertheless, it's excitement that lights me up the best...
The keYif you don't realize you're locked out
you will never see the key
whether in toroidal form
or an actual doorway before us
whatever it may be...
enlighten your mind
consider you have been blind
to countless signs
consider this whole time
you've been searching
without knowing what to find
and growing in your mind
as you tune into the frequency
the way they're dispersed
when they speak to me...
brainspacEit's amazing i survived this long, but now my shadow is uneven-
why scream about what it means when only i know what i'm dreaming?-
if i drop off the face of the planet, i'll face the music-
i'll chase the truest to use my mind in case i lose it-
so desecration is the new mix........ DJs unethical-
my brainspacE tends to wander, especially on that medical-
i'm stepping all over everything i ever said before, it's whatever-
i need to calm down, breathe deep, and don't trip...............
-an entire spinning rock of
filled with people spilling the
contents of their heads
just so they can feel
their confused attempts get
there's no feeling in the feeling
and it infects them...
it's so intense, and they wonder
why it makes no sense
they wonder why it hurts to
breath, so they assume they're
drowning in this murky sea
and subconsciously deny them
that they will ever find
someone that can make
27He had 27 bones
in his left hand, all under a thick netting
of coral reef. He had 27 bones in his right hand too, each perfectly preserved.
Both hands held their breath
as he approached stage exit.
Hit every bar, tour every state.
A river runs interstate through Texas.
Small yellow lines jump straight through it.
Take the US-27 from Fort Wayne to Miami. A second doesn’t make it
to his destination.
Cobalt. Aluminum. A third was found dead, drowned in his pool,
an empty shot glass floating beside him.
Cobalt weighed down his shoulders. Alumi
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