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Joshua Oct 2018
War is such a beautiful thought to the insane
A large scale asylum with all of us inside
Crazy, we sit quietly as they talk about war
World war lll is said to be upon us
Yet we normalize it, nothing is awkward
As if the toxic gas will recognize the nostrils of the good;
As if the nuclear bombs only burn the guilty and dodge the innocent
Black, white, yellow, red skin
Doesn't matter
All will be affected by the terror
Terror that was put into effect by few
Three score and ten years was promised to us
Yet the idea of some people in countries making it out their adolescenses is foreign
God save us all

War is such beautiful music to the greedy
They love the sound of the drumline
Whistling sweet beats into their ears
Snare and bass drums booming
Pap! pap! pap! Boom!
Can you invision it?
We are all now a part of a 'jumper' church
We can't help but dance to the sound of the music
The choir of the innocent
Sing to the sound of their demise
Hands lifted above head as they shout and run
Giving praise to the heavens
As God's children fall to the dirt
As the dirt rises to the heavens
God save us all

Why are the good going out to **** and be killed?
In the name of their country
While the bad cloak their deep desires with a vision of peace
All for personal gains
Not for the people
If it were for the people every life would matter
No one would be sent to die
And no bombs would be delivered
Because peace would be the only option
To save all lives and not just some at the expense of others
God save us all
Joshua May 2018
Is it hard to find beauty in this black and white world?
Where we are blind to the concept of right and wrong;
Where we only know what we are taught but never really think for ourselves.
How are we sure what's real and what isn't?
When we rely so heavily on what we are told instead of what we can piece together.
When we could see for ourselves but believe other ways because it is said by the masses.
How do we know what is beautiful in itself, if we only know the world's perception of it and never manifested our own ?
A misconception agreed upon by many.
This beautiful fallacy that singles out a few.
What is beauty in itself?
When people find beauty in places others do not.
Joshua Apr 2018
War is such a beautiful thought to the insane
A large scale asylum with all of us inside
Crazy, we sit quietly as they talk about war
World war lll is said to be upon us
Yet we normalize it, nothing is awkward
As if the toxic gas will recognize the nostrils of the good;
As if the nuclear bombs only burn the guilty and dodge the innocent
Black, white, yellow, red skin
Doesn't matter
All will be affected by the terror
Terror that was put into effect by few
Three score and ten years was promised to us
Yet the idea of some people in countries making it out their adolescenses is foreign
God save us all

War is such beautiful music to the greedy
They love the sound of the drumline
Whistling sweet beats into their ears
Snare and bass drums booming
Pap! pap! pap! Boom!
Can you invision it?
We are all now a part of a 'jumper' church
We can't help but dance to the sound of the music
The choir of the innocent
Sing to the sound of their demise
Hands lifted above head as they shout and run
Giving praise to the heavens
As God's children fall to the dirt
As the dirt rises to the heavens
God save us all

Why are the good going out to **** and be killed?
In the name of their country
While the bad cloak their deep desires with a vision of peace
All for personal gains
Not for the people
If it were for the people every life would matter
No one would be sent to die
And no bombs would be delivered
Because peace would be the only option
To save all lives and not just some at the expense of others
God save us all
Joshua May 2017
People hang love on the wall
Like a picture in a frame
We live for the moment of the photo
The printing and hanging gives us joy
We are so excited the first couple days
But why is that it ?
We walk past that picture everyday after
Yet some days we don't acknowledge it
But we notice it so much in stressful times ?
When we pace around the house frustrated,
Thinking of our next move
Gazing at everything around us
Until the picture captures your eye
You remember the moments it that made us happy
You begin to focus on your love that's hanging again
Smiling at the memories

Love shouldn't be like a picture on a wall
We try so hard to capture moments with a person
But once its established we relax
We walk everyday casually
Passing our love on the walk
Not remembering how important that moment was
We tend to forget how much we loved
And how hard we worked to capture that moment
Capture that person at the right moment
Yet we act lackadaisical after it is taken
But, when troubles come about we stop and pause
And remember the memories
Why do we have to think of the memories and try after its stressful?
We should focus on our happiness all the time
Love shouldn't be a picture on our wall
It should be constantly in our hearts
To reminds us each day why we decided to capture that moment in the first place
Joshua Apr 2017
Stress everywhere
Comprised of work and worry
It creeps; lurking
Until i walk to close
Striking rapidly
Slicing the air as it moves
Frantically startling my Heart

It's noisome stench lingers
Infecting the atmosphere
Not allowing itself to be forgotten
It intrude my nostrils
Implanting itself on my brain
Yet I still reject it

Procrastination and I skip happily
Through a green garden that slowly withers
Knowing that time runs out
I wait anxiously for my responsibilities
To run to me
Saying time is almost up
Then I try to do the impossible
Foolishly and disorderly
Rushing to finish tasks
As my responsibilities frown at me
Their disappointing faces haunt me
Drowning out the disappointment I have for myself
Then they slowly walk away
Knowing fully well that
I can not finish them all
Then the pace slows
And I become lackadaisical
Knowing that it is over
I had failed myself
The overwhelming defeat consumes my emotions
I weep without a friend
But then someone emerges from the shadows
Its procrastination
Coming to hug me
Wiping away my tears
I love you
My old friend
Joshua Mar 2017
Stressed beyond compare
Even when I feel I've figured a part of my life out
Its shoved back in my face to fix again.
So much going on at one time
But I'm stuck on some things
I can't move as quickly as I want too
Procrastination already creeps up on me
Now life sprinkles a dash of its own disasters on my plate to add more flavor
To an already full meal
New problems just arise
From every angle
As I walk my path problems just bank corners
One with a bat
One with a knife
one armed just with a cunning voice just to fck with my head
So hard to focus on the road when there are so many detours
Climbing the tree of uncertainty
While the branches hide the monsters of life so perfectly from sight
Not knowing what's there until i reach for the next branch and it grabs me
Jumping down to avoid  the fear
But what do I gain from being scared of life?
What would I have gained from climbing in the first place ?
I have to fight... The evil forces that surround this humanal existence
The pain that we endure.
The forces that affect me directly and indirectly
Every problem I learn from
But honestly do I get stronger ?
The wounds heal leaving nasty scars
Helping me to understand more
People with bibulous tendencies
I use to crave the life of people who always smile
But now I realize some of them
Are hurt more than I am
And the only thing I want from them now is the ability to hide pain so well
Joshua Feb 2017
You're here! Oh what joy!
My world, my love, my everything is here!
But then u leave again
But u just got here
Where are you going?
Should I ask, should I follow
Are you coming back today or tomorrow ?
It’s cool. Don't answer. U still have that piece of my heart u borrowed
I'm ok I'm ok. Yes that’s a real smile. Happiness on the outside
But in. The sin. The evil grin. As if you Discard my heart to a garbage bin
My thoughts roam. What can be more important? U say u miss me but when u have the time, u leave ? U say I don't love u but it looks like my heart is the only one that's still warm and beating... Slowly the darkness consumed me. My bad thoughts start to outweigh the good. The warmth from my hands are gone. The coldness in my touch now resembles yours.
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