Clouds are floating by,
In the beautiful evening sky,
There is a faint sunset in the west;
And seagulls are flying home to rest.
The moon's rays fall gracefully to the ground,
Such beauty doth here abound,
The lighthouse is standing stately on the rocky coast;
I shall always love this place the most.
The waves are crashing in motion,
The moonlight reflects in the ocean,
Three palm trees are dancing on the rocky coast;
This place I love the most.
The full moon is shining from way up high,
It is so beautiful I'm ready to cry,
And as the moonlight hits the shore;
I shall hold this place dear forevermore.
Enjoy!!! :) ~~~<3
when i said i needed you i
never thought it would be this real
as real as the flower petals that hit the floor
i waited for your knock on the door
the distant stars give a lovely glimmer
the mirror reflection that of a sinner
i wait for you every night
you always come home to a ready dinner
they said you lied
they said you stole
they said you beat the neighbour
you were a bad love of mine i know
but so was the flower
to the soil
he needed so
to be the one to call home
to be the one i want alone
to be the one i need for my own
the one for me
The path was lonely
company is not too hard to find these days
Some sweaty rags and a
patched army coat
emerged from a dark
waved me in his direction
he approached me instead
with his friend
which I couldn't see
but it was dark
so I think
along with some money
I will give him the benefit of the doubt
since it is too typical
to assume that if a homeless man is talking
it is to himself
He began to whisper
and inch towards my face
His breath smelled something
that could only
be described in eulogy
Underneath his tumbleweed beard
were deep ridges
filled with dirt and sweat
the Grand Canyon had a son
and disowned him
His advice hit my face
with golden plaque
from the gaps of his teeth
Things will get better soon, my friend
some guffaws and a handshake later
he jumped back off his feet
and into the dark
I continued home
to my own boxed alleyway
thinking it was five minutes
If I ever went back to that
dark of a street
I will hope that he is gone
to find a brighter one
The world is waiting
For you to take this all away
The sorrow, the heartache
The reason that we pray
Someone told us
That you’d be coming back
To take us all home
Such paradise we still lack
Yet the multitude suffers on
Spilling blood, all morals gone
They come together with something to hate
Is my hope in you but a date with a tragic fate?
Must I claim infidel, my gothic heart beats on
Must I bleed to and fro from right to wrong?
Innocence is sacrificed in your name
Under God my heart slowly wanes…
Do they sleep
I wonder now,
As I pass out alone again
with whiskey on my breath
Thinking to myself:
I will always ruin everything I have—
Dicentras in static dance
Roses reticulately arrayed, think of anything--else but her
You can plant a tree in Israel
Wash your hair in holy water
Take nightshade & fall fast asleep
Won't make a bit of difference to me
I knew I wasn't like the other kids when I masturbated in my front yard to see if I could finish before my father got home from work
That's not true, but I wish it was
Would make for a funny anecdote
I used to get beat with switches as a kid
So I'm not into being flogged
But the other stuff I'm cool with
I just want to tune the world out but you keep chirping in my ears all your perilous violences, devastation and dismal notions
Like purificatory maxims long disproven
Sexless clinical aesthetics of articulate animals
Now everything I look at just makes me sadder
And I wish I could forget this sense of senseless worry
Why'd the ghost go to the bar?
For the boos
"Pretty cool rictus"
You said to round man on the triple
And left me facedown—
Here upon this crippled forest of a bed
With swayed wings and beer blotted mind
And more than just a few demons left to find
But they were just here I thought—
You said they'd keep me company
My coffee's cold, my throat it hacks
But all I want is to see your bones spread upon their back
Let's see: suicide V. self harm
Went and bought a Syrian body farm
And that puts Songdoh in the lead with - 45 self worth points
It's hard to believe in a new tomorrow when today was just as bad as yesterday
And I'm at my weakest by the end of the month
So whoever said that a New Year's resolution could change a lifetime
Didn't count how many seconds it would take for the moment to be ours
Never counted how many minutes fell through our hands as we watched the sand dance to the bottom of the hourglass
They never counted the memories, one by one, as they evaporated with each new breath
Whoever said the sun will keep you from mourning because the moon is your knight in shining armor
Never fell into the infinite abyss of depression to realize they just had to look up to find the exit
Falling stars need somewhere to land, so why haven't they found the empty canvas of your heart?
Whoever told you that being accepted for your complexion is better than being rejected for liking Star Wars
Never sat on the edge of the Milky Way and said, "My skin is easy to be in when I'm surrounded by this light show."
So go ahead and paint black holes on your eye lids and sketch sunsets on your broken hearts
Because your night is out there waiting for just the right moment to show you the way home
And if you take your time to let the north star do its job, you may just find a second chance
the fellow on the street
has no home
and on the unfriendly streets
not that you'll hear him complain
of the conditions he lives in
he takes every day as it comes
and he'll smile at you with a beaming grin
his world is far from ideal
it has little appeal
yet he contends
with it as this is his deal
he counts himself lucky
though he's in an adverse situation
not having four walls
in a permanent location
he and his like
have no status in society
they are the people
who've been forgotten so expediently
look in the park and the subways
you'll sight people like them on any day
a roof for shelter
a place of warmth
is well out of their grasp
there is nothing
in their empty clasp
tonight as you sleep in your tepid beds
give a thought to those who are taking rest
in outdoor climes
without a cover
on their shivering frames
this is the picture you should hold in your head
when you're thinking of how bad things are for you
as there are many people
much much tougher than you
that fellow will greet you
on your run in the park
and his appearance
will make you look very stark
Shortly after the school systems began defecating on the dreams of my generation,
We found different outlets
Through which we could bring our loathing to a head.
My generation now writes poetry and
Finds solace in video games we can beat
In lives we can't seem to live the right way.
It's funny to me that The Legend of Zelda,
Tells you that "You are great!"
While your teacher berates you for being sub-par
Though you tried your damnedest
To please them through drafts and drafts
And drafts of work
Spat out at 4am because
There are more important things to deal with
In regular waking hours,
In regular waking life.
They tell us that we have failed
Because we fucked up in one class,
A single credit,
A single number on a sheet of paper
That tries to measure us
When we can't even attempt to do the same.
They tell us we have failed
Because we do not look good on file
And apparently we do not look good
Walking down the street
With heroin eyes and baggy sweaters,
The only clean clothes we own
Because the system has sucked us clean of time
To do much else than
Study, study, STUDY our damn lives away.
This is atrocious.
When a young boy feels more accomplished
Than he does when he writes a stellar paper,
The best he can pen
Only to be told he has a lot more work to do
And that the paper
But it needs work."
The culture of my generation does not discriminate.
It does not tell us that we have more work to do.
Instead, it tells us that "we are great" and
It gives us a restart screen when we fuck up beyond repair.
It does not tell us we have failed,
Instead offers us a kind
It is sad
When the voice over of a video game
Offers more kindness
Than our instructors and parents
School should not send us home, wanting to kill ourselves.
The system should not make a pen cap,
A pair of underpants, a simple metal bookmark
In the hands of the human entity of depression.
We will not be marked suicide risks.
As long as we keep getting our restart screens and
Compliments from bits,
We will triumph.
We will be the heroes of our generation
As long as we keep getting the chance.
One day, when all the suffering is over
And we have escaped this war-torn soul of "The Caring Community,"
Maybe those words will extend from an NES and find their way
Into the mouth of a boyfriend, girlfriend,
Wife, husband, friend, professor...
Someday, we will hear the words and we will truly believe them.
"You are great!"
Maybe not today...
I sit and stare
at the clock
playing on the wall,
toying with my mind,
mocking me as
the heroin addict
next to me
whispers about his family,
I realize I'm out of my element,
out of time,
in a place they call home.