If you hope on the smallest level that things can change,
Then its possible.
But if you're just hell bent on proving everyone wrong,
Then think about what it is that you really want.
Should any trace of hope linger,
No matter how guarded for fear it will vanish,
It will be seen.
Serving as the tinniest of reassurances,
That the energy isn't wasted on you,
The fight will continue for a difference to be made.
Remember to occasionally show that the efforts are at the very least,
Because when it stops,
When its all gone...
Your biggest regret will be making them believe that they were wrong.
I am reclaimed by the earth
That does not judge me.
My waking days mark my entrance
Into the jaws of the snake
Where its tail conjoined with its mouth.
These footsteps in the sand:
Circular groove (we are all asleep)
Heads down, trudging
Blot out all dreams
Until the decicive act and the footprints
Lost in elegance our princes fly above
The dark continent
Above insomnia land
Caring from a distance
Blinked once these prism
Caught a glimpse through the
Clouds of vanity;
Just for an instant the umbilical
To go dancing in the
Belly of God.
Looked far in the night
For movement beyond the stars.
A great being hugged the stars
Like the Mother holds her children:
The moonlight interrupted by
A wing-curved tip;
Head bent to the Chalice to take
Pearl occlluded by the darkly-sweet
They say that humans are compassionate and loving creatures, with a wide variety of emotions. Yet they also say humans are the most feared and horrible creatures on this planet. And all of these things were yet said by humans. What most people don’t say or tend to notice is that humans are full of oxymorons, hypocrisys, and failure. That may sound negative but it isn’t. If humans weren’t flawed then we wouldn’t be humans right? I believe those two most common perceptions of humans come from the two most commonly perceived personality types present in humans. You have the super happy-go-lucky type who believes the world is perfect and pure and no one wants to hurt each other. And then you have the extremely hateful cynical type. The people who have been hurt and stepped on and abused and feel they have every right to hate the world. But I think these two extremes are quite unfair to the majority of the population that is in the middle grey area. The reality is that the world is a mystery and treats every human differently with different experiences, just as all humans are different from each other. It’s quite beautiful, that grey area. You never really know what’s going to happen in the middle and its exciting.
He told her how he never felt noticed
So she made it her job to always notice everything about him.
He told her he likes talking while kissing
So she made up poems in her head
One about excitement
And one about happiness
To whisper to him in the tangle of lips and tounge.
He expressed his envy towards her
How he also wanted to live in the moment
Just as she did
So she made it her duty to plan ahead to make sure
He could feel free.
He told her about heartbreaks
and how bad they hurt him
So she made sure to always have an extra supply of love and scotch tape
So if his heart gets broken he can tape the pieces together
And if that doesn't work
He can have her love
To see if it will heal him.
He told her about how she made him feel safe
Like she'd always be there for him
So she super glued her hand to his
So he'd always be with her
And always feel safe.
Tell me how to hold you
Tell me how to care
Please, confide in me
Your secrets wont you share?
Don't just walk away
I can see the pain in your eyes
Don't say you're okay
Stop feeding me lies
I see the way they treat you
You walk with your head hung low
You're sweating and you're shaking
You think I don't know?
I want to stop the hurting
I want to end your grief
You're not worthless
Trust in my belief
Your smile dazzles in any lighting
You're always gentle with your touch
You're amazing to me
I hope that's not too much
I want to make you happy
I want to make you dance
I want you to live
And this may be my last chance
Sing with me to the heavens
Let's close our eyes with prayer
And when I wake up tomorrow
I really hope you're there
We kiss and it's rough-- I like it, you see.
It reminds me that all the pain inside
Isn't as bad as I make it seem.
It reminds me I'm still alive, still breathing, you know?
That though my mind is in auto pilot,
My body still lives on.
I just wish I didn't like it so much, then maybe I could stop,
But that something stirring inside me head screams,
"No! You can't quit our drug!"
And you are my drug-- that's exactly what this is.
I've come to crave you like an addict
Does his next fix.
When I'm on you my thoughts are clouded, wrong.
It feels as though I'm flying high--
But only for so long.
Then the high slips away and suddenly I'm free falling.
No parachute, spiralling down--
It's your name I'm calling.
But no one ever said your addictions answer back.
Instead they sit smug and smiling,
Plotting their next attack.
I just wish I could start this poem as lovely as all of my others,
But you are just someone I cannot write about in a quick sense.
It’s weird because at first I thought you were just sort of a brother,
But then the feelings I had for you got a bit more intense.
I hadn’t talked to you since second grade and then you pop up again,
The first thing you ask is if I remember going to your 8th birthday.
And from then on our friendship was rekindled and that year was insane,
You were one of the only people who never ran away.
We were so close and just loved to pick on each other,
And you jammed to the blues with me in your basement.
We were best friends to one another,
“Maxine, I love you.” you told me, drunk and blatant.
The night you said that was probably one of the best nights I’ve ever had,
When you tried to dance with me after drinking whiskey.
I felt such an odd sense of being happy and glad,
Watching you fall asleep across from me on the couch, still a bit tipsy.
After that day I looked forward to every day just so I could see you,
And I know you’d probably think that was super cheesy.
But unfortunately yes it is cheesy and its also true,
I had fallen hard for you and it was really easy.
Fast forward to Thanksgiving break and it seems we are closer than ever,
Especially when you asked me out to see a concert.
Grace seemed to get quite excited and proud of you for being so “clever”,
Which got me wondering if you weren’t just friendly but now you were a flirt.
That concert was so much fun and I had never felt closer to you,
Especially when you were staring and smiling at me.
It felt like something was going to happen, I almost knew,
And something did happen around three.
We were laying in bed together just watching a movie,
When I feel you stroke my thigh.
To be honest at first I thought you were just being goofy,
But I moved closer to you and I complied.
Your hand went up farther until you were just outside my bodily love,
And I felt how much you wanted me at the moment.
I lifted the garment off of my hips and your hands were shoved,
Down into my wet warm body and my legs spread open.
I loved the way you delicately traced the dripping skin,
And how your fingers slid in and out of me.
I loved how wet your cock made me because it certainly wasn’t thin.
You were so huge and that was plain to see.
I just had to touch it and take it in my hand,
And then I needed to do more and take it into my mouth.
I didn’t care if this was out of the blue or unplanned,
Because I just want you to enjoy yourself and I’m already down south.
You almost broke my jaw honest to god,
But I loved every goddamn second of it.
Maybe I’m fucked up, wrong, and flawed,
But I just had to show you I love you I must admit.
I know you feel so upset and full of guilt,
And it breaks my heart.
But this friendship can easily be rebuilt,
Because I can’t stand for us to be apart.
I just want the guy I’ve known for so long back,
I want to hear your voice laugh at me again.
It feels almost like an attack,
Having this constant worry and strain.
I can’t keep writing because the tears are starting to flow.
But I know it’ll all be ok soon.
We’re both tough as you know,
We will make it through this, we are immune.
Long after I'm gone.
His name will be around.
It was before I was born.
It will be after I'm gone.
HE has multiple names besides Jesus.
He's Higher than high.
He's Greater than great.
He's Alpha and Omega.
He's Prince of Peace.
The Everlasting Father.
Yes, Jesus life have many teaching.
And it has ways to leading us to better situation.
Through him our spiritual side grows.
Yes, long after I'm gone.
His name will live on.
He's the King of the kingdom throne.
He's the Almighty.
He's the King of Kings.
All others just wearing an appointed title.
All administrations and government He has his hands upon.
He's the true decision maker.
We are only his followers.
And they will be here long after I'm gone.
There was my cat
On the front porch he sat
So peaceful and calm
I reached out to touch him with my palm
I pet him very slow
Even though it was time to go
Then he bit my hand
It was always a part of his plan
But I didn't care
I just sat there and stared
Unoriginal, uninspired, follower
are words that you know well.
You haven't a thought of your own,
nor do you care.
You do what everyone tells you to
You don't even notice that you fell
Down, down, down to the bottom of the sea
You didn't fight it, gave no pleads
It was just a jump
Down in to the abyss, it's what they
were all doing you insist
You poor, poor fool
You didn't stand a chance
You had no clue,
Lemmings never do.