I know it's hard
Christian Zeal

I know it's hard
The tears they flow
The pain it hurt
Nobody knows
You wanna quit
The winning towel
Just hold on it's the last hour.

808 & elite - I know
#i   #know  
Just so you know...
Pamela Rae

Just so you know...

my love for you
will live on
Forever
Just so you know...
Your smile, your touch, your embrace
is like balm to my soul
Just so you know...
No matter who else I love
no matter where I may happen to go...
you, my love,
are entwined with my heart
forever...

(Just so you know).

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Do you know how much it hurts?
Labyrinth
Labyrinth
Mar 23

Do you know how much it hurts?
Do you know the feeling of falling in love?
Do you know the feeling of waiting?
Do you know how limited time you have with him is?
Do you know the feeling of being separated from him?
Do you know how it feels when he's stepping onto a train to go far away?
Do you know it feels when he doesn't even glance back at you for a goodbye?
Do you know how it feels when he doesn't even love you anymore?
Do you know how much it hurts?

My Norman No More
24.03.2014
#love   #hurt   #no   #more   #know   #waiting   #inlove  

as complex as a net of themes
   metaphors are living things
   language of self-minded brains
   interwoven with a world thought sane  
   but deluded by senses and sense
   cooperating just by chance

you can’t deny those alien parts
that hide within your twisted self
nor cannot face just what they are
just like you can’t escape their hollow spell
that you can’t shelve
though it’s no use to delve

   chaotic like each world of thoughts
   worlds are nested in each word
   concepts of our looped up minds
   rooted in something that we can’t find
   cause we change with it and through each guess
   coevolving law or mess

we can’t deny these shady parts
that constitute our very self
nor cannot guess just who we are
just like we can’t escape that fuzzy spell
that we can’t shelve
though it’s no use to delve

there is no ground to stand upon
   as soon as we look what’s beneath
   but in the moment we go on
   a way’s rebuilt under our feet
so going on works as a ground
   and there’s no way of standing still
   we better swim or we will drown
   we are a process at its will
only in motion we are real
   so out of reach for static thoughts
   there’s a dynamic self that feels
   why understanding is a fitting word
since our points of view are fixed
   unable to reflect the complex loop
   changing within its feedbacked tricks
   that chase our circling selves right through
   constantly renovated tubes

we can’t deny these foreign parts
that constitute our very world
nor cannot guess where we should start
to rearrange our mental world of words
that guide our thoughts
in which we just occur
systematically blurred

Since many wise men claimed to know:
know thyself

A paradox does lie below
Since many wise men claimed to know:
All spoken truth is doomed to fail
Cause every word works like a veil
Just hiding what is meant by it
As soon as we try to decrypt
Cause every meaning’s far beyond our wit

And as a consequence of that
They don’t know what they really said
Cause every thought they claimed they had
Can make its thinker really mad
Who tries to analyze its sense instead
Of going on or just ahead
Cause every logic is a truth born dead

All logic is a severed head
So paradoxes are no threat
Since they can help because they show
That we can’t say what we do know
Although we do it all the time
As long as we don’t fix loose signs
Cause we destroy the truth that we define

And truth would be a living thing
If words could leave their twisted string
That dooms all thoughts to keep on wondering


So wait a minute
There is a trap in every thought
With a chance in it
To find another better word

I even don't know what's inside
know thyself
know thyself
Dec 15, 2013      Dec 17, 2013

I can't guess what's outside my mind
I even don't know what's inside
there's only words that I can find
still trapped beyond their wrong and right

I tried to analyze what's me
and I did find I am not there
'though I'm still trying hard to see
my self gets lost within my stare

it seems this is the final line
there is no answer from beyond
my mind plays tricks on my weird mind
so I can't tell what i have found

I sense a gap yawning at me
extremely bored by useless tries
I can't control what I can't see
and what I see still blinds my eye

this gap is wide and it is deep
I would get lost if I should try
to cross it with a logic heap
since every meaning is a lie

hope I'm not damned to realize
that there's no way for going on
that going further won't be wise
may cause confusing right with wrong

I blame my helplessly forced thoughts
for showing what I can't deny
although I know it's them of course
that hide the world from my fooled eye

I can't guess what's outside my mind
and don't know what is all inside
there's only words newly combined
to live on beyond wrong and right

the gap is deep and it is wide
I'm lost no matter if I try
to reach out for the other side
since every reason is a lie

but writing on to change what's true
may lift me to a novel top
a strange one with a wider view
for getting closer there's no stop

'though gaps restrain what I can do
but there's no way for giving up
lost, yearning for a self that's true
maybe I already went one step
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regularity describes the place
where logic proves its basic might
it's hard to leave its suggestive trace
and to analyze a pointless night

cause everywhere we'll spot a point
from which we'll have to start again
and after all we'll find a joint
to reach a more familiar lane

and so we try to understand
but understanding changes all
you can't use light to see dark land
nor understand such thoughts that crawl

beside the well known logic path
through the unknown that you can't hold
ambivalently yours like your breath
but looking back just needs a story told

so we can't escape that blurry snare
no matter how we try to think
we're bound to the very sense we bear
this thought is quicksand and we sink
as long as we try to resolve this link

begging for a senseful win
we offer everything and wait
but much too late and we've been
expecting our getting worse
no rehearse, that is the curse
of our too well hidden fate

sleeping to forget the dream
we won't remember anything
but pull the sting - well, it seems
there's still the better way to choose
no excuse, we all did lose
the time that only hope can bring

once we found we were stranded here
stumbling through a spooky sphere
strangely changing, growing weird
leaving even all the best ideas
behind

hoping that there is some hope
that could stand against our fears
and all the years down the slope
that we implored so soon to rise
but it denies and frightened eyes
cannot guess what seemed so clear

turning away - the world won't stop
and history is a part of us
but present fuss will blow up
the concepts of our fathers' minds
no rewind, we cannot find
'cause there's no sense in our must

seems every reason's caused by dust
but even now these dreams don't rust
'cause meaning is the wildest lust
since we woke up by looking just
behind

the answer is not mine to know
know thyself

distant dreams repeat themselves
right behind my conscious thoughts
but all I feel is fleeing stealth
masking every thought up core

so all I have is an idea
of how to wander between shifts
knowing by not being here
or anywhere without a drift

I am alive - at least: am I?
all is floating through my mind
I see an image, that's a lie
but what is hiding there behind

my ideas and mental fakes
the answer is not mine to know
the question is not mine to ask
construction is part of the show

confusion is part of the show
so I repeat schematic dreams  
(repeating weird schismatic dreams)
that were schematized by no
one else that I appear to seem

instancies instead of rules
abstractable by asking minds
after all I'm always fooled
by knowing what I seemed to find

but feeling free since I can make
sense out of dubious words and facts
enjoying every working fake
makes me a living mind that acts

in a world that's far beyond
the ways I can explore by thoughts
but all is blurred since it responds
to what's created in mind first

so integration lames my view
adapting to what I can think
changing within the things I do
framing self-referential links

so integration frames my mind
adapting to what I can think
living within the things I find
born by precursively ringed
ways of experiential links

I know a girl who is as mysterious as they com
orion kiera

I know a girl who is as mysterious as they come, an enigma some might even say.
People try to pick her apart and put her together again, the way a child puts a puzzle together.
You've probably seen her around, you can't miss her.
She has kaleidoscope eyes and honey dipped hair that spills over the horizon.
The first time you meet her- the first time you really meet her, it's as if the world has stopped, yet only for a brief moment.
But in that brief moment, her presence makes you forget everything else.
Although you've seen her, You most definitely don't know her.
At least, not in the way i do.
Over time, I've come to know this girl better than I know myself.
She has dreams as vast and wonderful as the Pacific Ocean.
She makes you want more out of life. She makes you want to move mountains.
She's the most inspiring person I've ever encountered- She's been bent, broken, and cracked yet here she is. She refuses to let the forces of the world inhibit her from experiencing life and it's pleasures.
She refuses to give up, she won't lose this game.
if you're ever lucky enough to get to know this girl, she will have sparked things in you you didn't even know existed.
in the time that i've known her, she's taught me that i'm not just a pawn in life's game.
She's taught me that I am as wondrous and strong as all the oceans and mountains combined.
she's taught me that i can withstand any hurricane of thoughts.
Shes taught me incredible strength. she's taught me to be in love with every single piece of me.
she's taught me that I can overcome anything and everything.
she's taught me to take life head on, that there's nothing i can't do.
She believes in me and that's all the strength i need.

o.k

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