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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.
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,
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.
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.
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,
Her Name is Misery.I saw a girl today with red marks on her arms,
that match the scars on mine.
I asked her for a spare story,
she laughed and said, "I'm fine".
I saw her waver,
I saw her smile falter a bit.
She needed friendship,
but didn't know what to make of it.
So I sat there,
In a crowded room of two.
I listened to her raindrops,
and her stories of people so cruel.
Now, I chronicle her,
so you all can see.
Her tale of lonely sunlight,
and how cold this world can be.
unfoldingThe extreme nature of the final point of the matter is to disrupt lives and make everyones dreams shatter
Ignorance is bliss and everyones head keeps getting fatter making the truth of this situation even more sadder
Life isn't a dream or is it just what you make of it
We all walk around smiling but you know we're just faking it
It's that feeling of impending doom
Can't you tell it's coming soon
Just tell me the truth...
What are you gonna do?
over the lineCascading forward it forms like a swarm
chasing a warning it swore to endure
hating it more with an abhorrent roar
making it form like a storm to the core
masquerading more with torrents of gore
discriminating shores lit the glorious floor
just remember to shut up when its storytime
pay attention and listen and everything will be fine
an infrequent talker with so many words to offer
if they sit and ponder whats heard he'll bother
nature of the beasti saw the true nature of the beast
i felt the desire to become its feast
the overwhelming presence rendered me weak
can't stop staring and i can't speak
then back into the dark from where it came
i'm pretty sure i'll never be the same
it's merely a presence, no blood, no veins
determined to kill me to feel my pain
spacedeyes get distant, thoughts drift away
carpe noctem, seize the day
awareness rendered non-functional
actively proceeding uni-directional
trip within ascending cloud formations extending roots into what we are from
we are many descending from one so from many we shall return into one
we are unraveling our days so that we may ingest the sun
as soon as we regain focus we will start to run
we dont exist merely as things to just be
this, among other things, is very important that you see-
things of dreamssee, my idea of whats what is the ability to excite
i get up on the pipe and then i ignite
like to live in a world where its always friday night?
jump into a downward spiral headfirst in a nosedive?
you seem to misdirect me into seeing things you seem to expect me to be
these dreams of things and shiny beings bring me to my weak knees cuz im feelin the heat...
you'd think it'd be neat
to get involved in these streets
what is it that you seek
to make your life more complete
off the top, i want to stop and drop all these thoughts that haunt us
too many people get popped and over time, they'll w
Here we Goyesterday to today is just a stones throw
i'll try to stay sane but i just dont know
things get stagnant and my patience won't grow
time to hurry, no more slo-mo
my next move is to be on a roll
fuck last place im goin for gold
life aint easy is what i was told
thats the fuckin truth, trust me i know
my new view on life is more practical
my new approach is even more tactical
the feeling i get is almost magical
zero resultswhen everyday seems just the same
you know its hard to maintain
that little sparkle in my eye
its just the darkness of life
i think im runnin out of tries
i think im dumb and im blind
i think i might actually be losin
what is left of my mind-
so where we at is the first dimension/
groups of shapes/
failin to find a way to correct this sense of misdirection/
aided by a case of nervous awkward apprehension-
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