Sometimes we wish we would fall in love.
Sometimes we wish we stopped wishing and starting living...
Oh disappointment dad, how you haven't changed.
You are still guttless and horribly deranged.
Faces have aged and we are all wise.
Disappointment dad, you cram yourself with empty lies.
Oh disappointment dad, you claim to work so hard.
Forgetting the world, you say you have becomed scarred.
But the ones who are scarred are the ones cleaning your mess.
Selfish and blind, your words of woe fill us with protest.
Oh disappointment dad, can't you listen to the world.
Your life is ever so more becoming twirled
I can leave through the door at any moment, and wouldn't care.
Oh disappointment, why don't you show me you still have a pair.
Excuses will only get you so far disappointment dad,
And truthfully less I see you, it makes me glad
Maybe one day you won't forget about me,
Maybe one day you'll chnage and be free.
However realism is my gifted teacher
And it has taught me about people like you; the preacher.
I can accept you'll always be singleminded
But Disappointment Dad; I refuse become blinded.
Pour my heart into oblivion
And carress everything I hold dear.
I patiently wait for the miracle makers
To come find me.
You preach to me father,
But your words are just whispers in the wind.
Salvation, repent, believe,
These are the words which hold no meaning.
You still preach in vain attempt,
I am the human soul, drowning in sickly sin.
Father, I don't think you understand,
I am content, for every soul is like mine, temptation and life to sweet to ignore.
Dear Father, forgive me for I have sinned,
I am human, and mistakes are all I make, none I regret.
The old soul surprises us all.
In that faint glimpse of something, something we can't quite figure out.
The old soul.
Persistent yet beautiful
Surprises us all.
The old soul is battered and torn in ways, we can't quite understand.
Time it seems is against us
The hour-glass, the sands, the small specs have slipped through our fingertips
It is cancerous, the biological clock, tick tock, tick tock.
The old soul; she is weak
Yet we judge the old soul.
Appearances are decieving, personalities are changed when pushed.
Pushed beyond the limits of our minds.
The cracks hidden in our faces show are real intentions.
Yet the old soul, knows nothing of evil.
I am envious of the old soul.
For she has lived life as pure as one can be.
Living life as one would see fit, not forced, not tamed.
Brusied and tested for the years.
Old Soul has lived life her way.
Free and uncontrolled.
The Old Soul
You are true
and I cannot shake how envious I am of you.
You are beautiful and one can desire to be like you.
She’s all grown up now.
Maybe one day she’ll spread her wings and fly.
Or maybe, her feet will stay firmly on the ground.
Destiny has a secret plans for her.
Ones we'll never know.
I'll keep dreaming,
while you keep believing.
But that's okay.
As long as I'm with you,
I'll keep dreaming.
It stings deep like a jagged blade sinking into the bones of the soul.
The shock softens the blow, but the truth remains solid as before. They invaded themselves into your world; unknown.
Emotions, opinions, thoughts, brutally read through the eyes of another who does not understand. Tramples through and simply butchers you; inside.
Trust destroyed in a moment of seconds.
This is for you.
My body is scarred.
It has been for years now.
They are still as fresh as the day they formed.
Each one showing.
How to survive a little longer in the world.
They’re worn daily, just to show you’re alive
Every time you look down.
The scars, those battle scars
Flare up, like diamonds in the light
Showing all dimensions of perfection.
Fresh on the skin.
The human being without scars is a heart without a beat.
It’s our statement piece.
Defining us into being the warrior we must become.
Yet, we wallow in self pity, craving attention.
To heal the wounds.
Our scars stand by us when all else fails.
Showing the darkness behind each soul.
Giving light to a person we thought we knew.
They're all over my face.
Screaming the words; nightmare.
Pleading for pride.
Each sting, like the wasp's fear.
They hurt to remind you they haven't gone.
Never will they settle down beside your soul.
Battle scars, those battle scars.
Bleed out, shirek out, wail out for acceptance.
Which is denied by our lives.
Make a soldier out of me, wear my battle scars with courage.
Let them taunt my name in disgust.
They can shine whenever they want too.
But it won't stop me.
Let them be my soul companion for life.
This life is now mine.
I stand proud on top of this limousine.
Its moving; faster than my life.
Poetry explodes out of my lips
“One day I will lay you to rest”
I feel this breeze cures my skin.
It tingles, it stings of bitter memories.
My words feel violent written over my body
In blood, in glory.
“Lay you to rest in my head”
Its twisted around my skull
Constricting the very nature of my soul
But those words, those haunting words
Shine brightly around me.
“Lay. Rest. You. Will.”
And I fly. The blur of the world makes it seem broken
Divided by the splinters in my hand
I land; crashing to the ground like a comet; the fire ball in the sky.
“I lay you...”
The eyes of another stare back into mine.
I do not know who you are.
But you have engaged me. I am free from my bounds; my chains.
The cold surrounds me, enclosing me around in my own fortress.
“May I lay you to rest...”
I’ve fallen head over heels.
Crazed into an unknown and different love.
And this time I know.
I know it’s different.
So different; because my heart beats differently now.
Not out of sync. Not out of place. Not beating in pain.
It beats like it was meant too; in rhythm to something that matters.
Into something that might change you.
Into becoming perfect in someone’s eyes.
The beauty of something so real, makes everything seem like diamonds.
All unique; always and endlessly lasting forever.
Communicating sweet gestures and making love seem like a person.
You patiently wait and watch it grow.
Into a gorgeous emotion.
That will never leave your sight.
It’s a part of you; a part of your life.
I’ve landed in the arms of someone who makes my bones weak.
But manages to keep me together with simple sentences.
You are stunningly beautiful.
You are everything I could ever want in a person.
You give me butterflies when I see you.
It makes you fall to pieces. Crumbling like your favourite dessert, but still tasting ever-so sweet.
But you are still intact; more intact you ever thought you could be.
And you smile, making you feel whole again.
Completing the jig-saw puzzle of your life.
We all dream.
Of a love which will carry us away.
That will make us feel like a fantasy in our own special movie.
And we’ll live happily ever after, regardless of where we are.
Never doubting anything that may come your way.
A love so powerful, that the settings don’t matter.
Only the two of you count.
Time seems so unimportant when you’re together, because you know what makes you grin.
Living your dream, with that one person.
Who makes the day all worth it.
So I’ve fallen head over heels.
Into something I never prepared for.
Into something most people can only dream of.
And in that moment, when you feel the love in your soul.
You are at peace.
Cuddling up to the one who made it all happen.
Thinking... “Thank you, for making my dreams become real”
And they’ll smile, and say “I would never take it back. Your love gets me through the day.”
The psychic bond, of the minds.
And you’ll melt together, like ice-cream on a chocolate cake.
So sweet, so right together, and the moment will last forever.
Like sticky caramel stuck to chubby fingers.
But there is no innocence in this.
For the caramel can be washed away. This sticks for life.
The flow of blood, manages to struggle up and through.
Attempting to make each crucial part survive.
This virus. The reluctant virus.
Crawls and creeps alongside it. The shadow that haunts the house.
And it taints everything.
Making every action, consumed by the darkness.
It’s in the moment you realise, that it falls to pieces in your hands.
Like the sand that seeps through your fingers.
Trying desperately grasping to save as much as you can.
Opening your hand to find, tiny specs of sand.
Not the light gold you wish filled your hand.
Not how you planned it in your mind.
The world is against you on this day.
Days in the park, painting by numbers, even dinner nights out.
All attempt to cover what lies beneath the skin.
It works, for hours or so.
Until in the night, lying awake. It hits you.
The undiscovered hole in your heart; grows bigger.
Making the darkness thrive.
Lingering like a lost ghost, it’s yours to own.
It will get to know you; know you better than yourself.
Like part of the soul, it twists and turns like vines
Constricting, releasing, tensing, the whole of you.
Becoming a part of you.
Taking over you.
The control will weaken, and the virus will fade.
In this moment, the battle will commence.
Tame the demon, holding the strings to your sanity.
Fight. Until the will has gone. Until you know.
Enough is enough.
But fight through the weeds, hack and hack away.
See the light, embrace the light.
But not to me.
Spider-man and X-Men.
The complex characters that we see.
Saving their worlds from minor disasters.
Oh the joys of being free.
Trapped by the needs of others so needy.
And the praise they get in return?
A pat on the back or a slap in the face.
The death of the hero, simply begins to burn.
Batman and Ironman.
The billionaires beyond belief.
High class minds disguised in smart business suits.
Living their egos, their dreams, while hiding their grief.
People know there names by heart.
Knowing if in danger, they will come and save their life.
But simple as it sounds, we can never know the heroes path
One only goal they seem to want; ends in bloody strife.
The Flash and Green Lantern.
All our heroes come in different light.
Costume to powers and histories to pasts.
They soon end up consumed by endless fight.
Media creates the false hopes for people everywhere.
Chaos never-ending; the pain never seeming to cease.
Yet we're all struck with the tiniest of hope.
Uniting as one, we form our own release.
Captain America and Superman too.
Every hero has one thing they can share forever.
Its not so complex that people will never know, nor is a mystery of life.
Its simply, no matter who you are, you are a hero, holding people together.
Golden glimpses of what could have been.
The waves on the beach that I have seen.
Silver memories of a forgotten time.
Ancient history of you which is now a crime.
The blue raindrops which freeze in the light.
Music beats which drum with might.
The fists that aid us in our fights.
Humans who appear as to be knights.
The terror's that plague our minds.
The freedom from which is hides.
The changes in who you are.
The distances you have traveled are far.
Speak the words which are on your lips.
Search for the words which are on your fingertips.
Shout the words that I need to hear.
Sadly I know, the truth is what I fear.
Those were the memories drowned in one mistake.
To walk down the lonely lake.
The fire birds call your name loud and clear.
You used to be the one I held dear.
The golden glimpses are now free.
The waves on the break I cannot see.
I know this pain you caused will go in time.
But for all you know I appear to be 'fine'
Glimmering lily pads on the water bed,
close those eyes and rest your head.
Dream away of an endless dream,
this is the forest you will see.
Watch as the birds fly high and low,
vibrant colours of the forest are on show.
Slither and slime across the muddy floor,
but this is the forest with so much more.
The hum of creatures united together;
listen to the fox cubs howl for what seems like forever.
Long tall grass brushes yourself,
all the creatures suddenly hide in stealth.
As the forest fades to black,
you see your small pile of blue-tack.
Grumble and groan, the radios song,
but just remember, the forest will never be gone.
White flies and red beetles.
Blue birds and sour sweet chocolates
Mixed up sweets, all together in this place.
Take my hand and meet the king of taste.
Pictures of money thieving parrots.
Who hold silver goblets which scream inspiration.
Music notes travel in circles above our heads.
Follow the empty circus filled with half made beds.
The house of glass which oozes golden liquid.
Quickly; the runners sprint with hands clenching bottles.
Lion and the poacher share deep glares of remorse
Fighting the nightmares in which we force.
Cordless fingers which slip out of place.
Jewels that glimmer in shades of misinterpretation
Fists fight with fists in the battle of wits.
The people glare at homeless sofas in their crying fits.
The muddled up poem which seems to make no sense.
Has clearly not made you see.
That life is not as simple as they say.
Which will bring about the dawning of a new day.
Welcome Governments one and all.
Watch the little people stumble and fall.
Step right up and see the wonders big and bold.
Watch the endless mysteries flip and unfold.
The thieving men who steal your lives,
Trade you away like simple knives.
What Governments do, what Governments do.
The deep reality has never been so true.
Endless pits of tainted money,
Has never been so ridiculously funny.
The powers in the towers so tall,
Have never been seen by the people, to be so incredibly small.
With peoples hearts starting to cry,
They watch their life goals fly.
Trapped by Governments plans of money grabbing schemes,
Watch them living in their never-ending dreams.
Inflation down to its biggest low.
Watch the governments say the word of “No!”
Comfy chairs and second homes,
Listen to them speak into their up-to-date phones.
The working-class fail to survive,
The governments start to thrive.
Fancy cars and tight business suits,
Walking into gardens and stealing the precious fruits.
Conservative, Liberals and Labour all want to make the rules,
To make us seem like half-wit fools.
The shining silvers and glory golds they wish to find.
Makes them turn sickly blind.
The show will never be over,
And the constant greed builds like a giant super-nova.
Welcomed one and all, to show that never ceases to end.
Allow this message to clearly send.
Perfect barely scratches the surface when it comes to you.
Anticipation; the different moments, experiences and memories will always be true.
The feeling grows in my heart, the complex force I can't explain.
Rushing thoughts of dreams, emotions and belief, still survive through the rain.
I let loose all the words that allow me to share my heart open.
Clearly spoken moments, you've taught me to care, the simple token.
Kites and birds fly in the air and we are granted dream of being spoken .
History will be built with your hand in mine and we'll show them what we is real.
Energy; the spark glows within me, you allow all my worries to heal.
Nothing could tear me apart from this new love I never knew could exist .
Rough times to the to happiest days, none I shall ever resist.
You and me, me and you, our heart beats in time and we will never fall.
But this may be the end of this poem, but far from the never-ending message.
Oh, this simplest but deepest message will show us our passage.
Soft sweet words, that have such a control over me, but they give me relief.
That simply, I love you, my friend, my lover, my belief.
Broken and damaged over the years
The Daffodil has yet not come to face its fears
All true beauty lies in the colour red
Can rest comfortably all in your head.
The Daffodil seeks a great light
To save it from its final fight.
The true image which it hides behind
Is not one that we will ever find.
A long lost treasure that we have found.
Which lies hundreds of miles under the ground.
The seconds which we can conceal.
We find the only the Daffodil.
Forget-me-knots and roses too
All the flowers that show us true.
Are nothing like the flower we will see.
The daffodil in which I believe.