You are beautiful.
The words whispered without doubt.
Each syllable slipping through smoothly,
as if somehow shaping this statement supports
and supplements its substantiality.
A falling phrase fathering the feeling,
that every fleeting fear has found itself futile and foreign.
Until you find yourself yielding and yearning to yip,
as you did in the yesteryears of youth.
But these words are not spoken with enough clarity.
These words are taken as a compliment meant to leave you blushing.
They are understood as a revelation encountered after you are found to be the victor
of a superficial comparison with those around you.
As if each attractive feature earns you additional points,
with a judge that can be bought with each glance and smile and touch.
As if each insecurity that you feel,
or each person that you think is more alluring,
can somehow subtract from the meaning of the statement.
Your beauty cannot be compared.
The beauty that you contain cannot be explained
to joking friends when they ask where you fit in on a 10-scale.
You cannot put numbers next to the hope and insight that you so freely give.
There are not enough hedons to quantify it.
You are beautiful.
I will repeat it until you think it echoes off the walls surrounding you.
Until every time you look into a mirror you believe you have x-ray vision,
and you can see the warmth of your soul,
with the clarity of vision that you have granted me.
Until you realize that every smile that appeared,
every laugh that escaped,
and every brief happy dance that was ever done in your presence
was caused by the beauty that rests within you.
Wielding the talent to brighten a day with a single smile,
the power to make all of the worries and doubts in a person's mind disappear
with a single thoughtful statement,
a capacity for selflessness that allows no cynic to doubt your motives,
and the ability to make others realize their own beauty
just by interacting with you.
The world is more beautiful because you are a part of it.
They victimize the victims and
they glorify the killers
yet don't realize what symptoms
has the youngsters pulling triggers
Little girls becoming strippers
just so they can make some figures
guess they missed the bigger picture
My knowledge helps reconsider
A country man at heart
with street smarts like city slickers
I'll leave you looking ignorant
you think that I'm a nigger
The last man to kill his own people
name was Hitler.
I'm more mysterious then that
compare to Jack the Ripper.
There's a ringing in my right ear.
I hum to block it out.
The hum becomes annoying.
Neither side of the pillow is the cold side.
My lungs are the first casualty from the war in my head.
That jolt you get when you fall in your dreams and you wake up with your heart beating.
That hasn't gone away for awhile now.
It's like I'm just waiting to hit the ground.
Caught in this constant free fall of fear.
I can't seem to shake the shakes.
Found a picture from last night with a cigarette in my mouth.
I don't smoke though.
There's a rainbow somewhere and over that is where I'm looking to go.
I'm sick of sad songs.
I'm sick of happy songs.
I'm sick of silence and the low murmur of my 10 dollar box fan.
I hate everything that's on my walls.
I'd rather just pitch a tent and call it camp kill yourself. Population me.
Scribble thoughts as they come. I've been doing it for years.
I thought I would find purpose in it, but I still don't know why I write what I think.
No one else cares and I sure as hell don't.
I wish I wouldn't ask so much from the sky when I don't appreciate it as is.
Everything is wrong.
I could be as broad as the side of the barn or as specific as ice cubes in the Ramen.
Waiting for the day the Sun doesn't come up.
On top of that, there's something wrong with the lights.
you shouldnt have to force a man to think about his life
but the times are gone when thinking men were thought about as right
the fear of the thoughtful man is rife
in a world where ignorance keeps dominations grip tight
I'll take away
You're ability for badness
Capacity for madness
And lock them both up tight
Without these traits
Your head can think straight
And we'll be together tonight
I did not choose to love you.
I am never sure of anything.
I have questioned and agonized, second guessed
Every aspect of my life
For thirty seven years.
And now I am sure of something
It is an impossible thing
And it shreds me, from within.
We do not choose who we love.
Everything I ever believed
Was a misunderstanding of the true nature
Of all that we aspire to.
Thirty seven years
And I knew nothing.
I am on autopilot, every atom reaching out
Every thirsty cell screaming for a drink of you.
I think you love me, too.
Lord, I’ve got this problem weighing on my heart.
And when I meet new faces, it’s tearing me apart.
Like: can they see through me? Do they know?
Lord, you’ve been at the receiving end
Of all of my calls,
When I cried and cried-
I swear they could hear it through the walls.
You know that I’m the same me
Who from down on both knees
Tried to pray away this thing within me.
And, Lord, I remember it clearly:
"Lord I don’t want to want this; please take it away.
I don’t want to keep living in this sick, perverse way."
Lord, you know if I could’ve I would’ve
Washed my mind out with soap
Because the hands of my iniquity
Kept tightening around my throat
I know I lost control too many times along the road,
But was I really to blame for this unbearable load?
Did I do it to myself? Let my mind wander too far?
Lord, I just really have to know,
Because I’ve come this far, and it’s been so long,
But yet I find myself singing the same sad song.
Will it ever go away, God? Please take it away.
I was coping with this yesterday,
And I’m still coping today.
It’s a long and tired battle,
And not many understand.
I’m in between these two extremes
And there’s no one to hold my hand.
And that might be because I would have to let them know,
And this side of me I’m not too eager to show.
I wish they could see it as a problem like one of their own
But instead they see me as excluded from calling the Kingdom home.
So I guess it makes sense when I feel so alone.
I have people to my left saying I can’t change who I am
And people to my right who think me unworthy of the Promised Land-
Unless I change the way my mind seems to be programmed.
But I want to be
What God wants me to be,
And I’m on a personal journey
To find just what that means.
A shy smile and an
Ocean in your eyes
They glimmer like the moon's reflection
On the gently moving waters
As the tide pulls your heart to mine
Lets chase down the dusty cloud
That follows you and outrun all your demons
I see galaxies of love and loss
In the depth of those crystal blue waters
Soft skin to hide the calluses
Beneath the surface
Reserved and withdrawn, but trying-
You're more beautiful than you know.
The way you shy away but slowly
Spill the innermost workings of your
Heart draws me to you.
You're not so fragile.
You think the sun shines out of my eyes, But
that it sets in yours. I think you're right.
And even though we're looking at the same scene,
I see the pinks and oranges set ablaze on the horizon
Followed by the shining night sky.
is this what it feels like
to love someone so much
your heart becomes so heavy
and your mind, so hazy
to have your emotions so confused
so tangled up in a mess
you’d wish you could comb through
all the distress
is this what love feels like
to have your world revolve around
one person, one special someone
does it make me mentally sound?
you make me so angry
my body sparks with rage
please help me,
lock me up in a cage
you make so sad
your words, they pierce
the soft layer on my heart
squeezing out drops of tears
but you also make me feel
nice and warm
and no matter what this is
i know i’ll always be wrong
Guess I’m living in the moment,
It seems alright, it seems slow
Days pass by and here I am
There’s no snow, there’s no seasons
This place knows no winter
It’s heat and sweat.
Study? What of it? Do you think you’ll get a job?
Why study, the knowledge within you can die
Die, life,knowledge will kill it
Be smart, be wise, be a student of demise
I am tired, I am sad,
I have no reason to die
Will I ever be? Truly be
Can you not see
I do not flee
I do not feel
I sow, but do I wonder?
Oh to wonder, is all I can be
to dream to see
to question to be
There is no help, for people like me.
They are lost, and they cannot be.