I know you've been through so much
and ache so deep inside.
I can't begin to understand how
you are so strong.
You've been abused
you've had your heart broken
you've cried a trillion tears.
Through all of what you've been through
you still are so sweet towards all
even the ones who have hurt you.
I know that it will take time
for your wounds to heal
and maybe not all of them will.
But what I can do is always
be there for you
always be your shoulder to cry on
always be there to answer your
calls at 3 in the morning.
You are the love of my life
and I will not allow for another
person to hurt you in anyway
shape or form.
I will try to heal the
breaks that have been
created in your beautiful heart.
You're my soulmate.
When we were kids some
told us that we were not allowed
to have an imagination, that it wasn’t
Some thought differently, that
it was a place to make us
happy, a place to free our minds.
As we grew older we don’t know
who was right because our imagination
only lead to disappointment.
We imagined we would be happy,
instead we’re more sad, angry
We imagined people wouldn’t leave
but they do.
But it’s just our imagination,
It’s not realistic.
When you weren't here and things seemed go be over, I would lay in my bed and imagine that you were still here. I would picture you walking around my apartment with the cutest smile on your face and I would watch you go about your business until I finally couldn't take being away from you anymore and I would say, "baby! Come here! " and you would quickly turn around and say, "mm mmmm" but you would start to walk towards me anyway and you couldn't tell, but my heart was starting to beat faster. I would smile with anticipation until you finally reached the bed and I would sit up and wrap my arms around your shoulders and gently pull you down with me. Even though this was all just in my imagination, I swore that I could feel your breath upon my shoulder and I could taste your skin as I softly kissed it. For a while that was the only way I was able to sleep. I had to imagine that you were still with me. I always knew that I loved you but now I know that it's more than that. I need you. I want to spend my life with you. I no longer want to be away from you. I'm ready to do everything I can to make you happy, to make you feel loved. You are so special to me, you are the reason I smile everyday. Everything in me is drawn to you.. you make me feel alive again..
I walked to a freind's house the other day
For the first time in months
Which reminded me of when
We could just go and explore
There was never the excuse
That we couldn't do something 'cuz
Our mom had the car or
We were going to visit friends out of town
Wasn't it fun, when we'd sit on the dock?
Talk and look at the stars and the boats
When we'd meet up with friends by coincidence
When we could just sit on a field and smoke
With friends we really didn't know
Then walk right to the beach
Go swimming in November
The dumb shit we'd steal and do
Reluctant dares and embarrassing one another
Sleeping on the bus back from amusement parks
Messy hair and smudged makeup
Getting drunk in the woods
And then walking home
Lying to our parents
Texts at 2am
And then walking to each others' houses
Or Arizonas from 7/11
Making mountains out of mole hills
Then laughing atbourselves
Driving through the small, winding streets
With the warm breeze on our faces
When other people wouldn't fuck you over
Or tell us what we should do
And we weren't so impatient
To forget our good friends
And move away
Trying to change your life for the better
But ending up at square one again
A Zero-Sum Game with
But back to the start
How can you ever just convince the universe
Or whoever is out there, controlling our fate
To give you what you want?
That sounds really selfish but
You pray and you pray and you hope and you wish
That the thing you desire will come true
But when can you stop praying?
How do you know when to stop hoping?
Why does it seem like every one else gets their wish
While the rest of us are on the shelf
You can sit and watch grass grow,
Drop seeds and reap what you sow,
Get dirt on your hands, you know?
Wait and see what mystery winged things
Observe their dance, how they see to clean
Absorb the flight and the strut and the peck and
the song it sings.
You can walk the dog a good long ways,
Run with ear buds for the endurance phase,
Remember either way get out and go play.
Listen carefully, take care of you, only you know how,
No one else really can, not even your lover or friend, wow,
Free yourself, find peace, seek as much blue and green, Allow:
A Time for Love;
To Express Joy;
A Life in Peace;
Doctoring your Patience;
Delivery of all with Kindness;
In the realm of Gentleness;
Wear a Patch for Self-Control;
Start with time to watch birds
They owe more.
Then we could ever imagine.
They owe more.
Then many ever think of when surrounded by them.
They sacrifice in ways we don't know.
So return the favor to all of them.
To the child that adores their parents deeply.
And understand, what return the favor means?
I can honestly feel those that say they love their parents deeply.
I honestly can.
Those, who will drop things instantly to do for them.
Like they drop things to do for you.
When they said they couldn't make a school meeting.
Then for you to look up and there they were.
Even, if it was a school play.
A parent smile takes you a long, long way.
Yes, return the favor.
To your parents.
And do it with love.
If we wasn't a burden to them.
Then they mustn't be seen as a burden to us.
i remember feeling like i couldn't breathe
i remember not breathing
images with such clarity
every time. it's identical
a systematic breakdown of
did you know that time doesn't just stop for those moments?
the ones that make you think
you could die right now and be blissfully happy?
time stops for the moment when you wish
you were dead instead of the person they just put in the ground.
I'm lost. No I’m not, but I’m clueless and facing huge decisions. My heart is in one direction by common sense tells me another. Does money outweight artistic freedom? What defines happiness? Where am I going? Do I need to decide now?
I'm not looking for guidance, merely an ear. Life is staring at me man. I want to ask for help but I know I'm a hell of a lot better than that. I know I'm stronger than that. I know I'm older than that.
But I like to think back and reflect, it's cool man. Thinking of my childhood, when I was younger and it didn't matter. None of that sh*t mattered and that made life so easy. A job meant dressing up as a fireman and laughing- not a 9-5. What is a 9-5? Am I ready?
Time will tell.
I'm going away soon. Life matters. Life is hard.
I'm not depressed. I'm not dying. I have just been hit in the face by reality.
The best part is, I'm man enough to have a strong right hook to throw back.
Look out world, look out strangers, look out mystery, I'm here; and I'm excited.
Poetry is not a joke
Wanna get metaphysical?
Wanna express yourself?
Wanna be real?
Wanna let the world know your pain?
Wanna let the world feel your happiness?
Wanna share your triumphs and tribulations?
Live, love, feel, share.
Poetry is a joke; the punchline is, that it's the most important joke ever told.