I have more walls up than I ever had,
I think that's a good thing.
I needed a slap on the wrist,
a fresh perspective on reality.
There are worse tragedies in the world.
You have to pick yourself up,
and you got to keep going.
You have to find your place in the world,
and find your purpose.
You are so small,
so very small compared to the world.
Think of bigger things around you.
You are minuscule compared to the universe.
Suddenly you don't feel so big anymore,
you are small,
so very small.
The weight of the world
and your problems don't matter.
There isn't anyone crying for you
and no one cares.
It's not a perfect world
or a caring one.
It's every man for himself.
So go and cry,
go right ahead.
Because there won't be anyone
waiting for you to call them and
vent, and they won't be waiting
for you to come home to them.
You are alone.
It's not a dirty word,
or a sad one.
Depends on who you are
and how you interpret it.
Go and do what you were meant to.
Life is too short to regret.
You're seriously going to let
one little thing stop you?
If that's true then you are
worth as much as you always
thought you were.
You are not nothing.
You are something.
Something good and gracious.
Something worth living for.
Something worth having.
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.
I woke up this morning happy,
Smiling cause I dreamt of you.
This will probably sound a bit sappy,
But that dream showed me something I knew.
Dancing in the summer sun,
In a rainbow of people and color.
We twirled around and we spun,
Like in this world there wasn't another.
Free from your parent's strict rule,
Your true self showed to me.
You were carefree and a happy fool,
We could be together and be free.
You stopped to hold me close,
And went in for my lips.
This is what I missed the most,
Us being lip to lip and touching hips.
I woke up from this so excited,
Knowing this was a good sign.
It showed my reasoning was ignited,
I know everything will all be fine.
Her world is gone.
Depression has begun to spawn.
Her all and her everything,
Her prince charming, her king.
He's not returning home,
Back to his queen and his throne.
He tells her he doesn't know,
When he can return, he says with woe.
Now the queen sits waiting for him,
Her faith and her spirit become dim.
But she must not lose hope,
For she must be strong and cope.
He would want her to move on,
But she won't, even though he's gone.
The queen holds fast to her love,
Knowing this is exactly what its made of.
Love is everlasting and pure,
And in order to love you must be mature.
The queen is just that indeed,
She now feels relieved and freed.
Cause one day she knows for sure,
That the king will come home once more.
Why are you letting social media control you?
Why do you let it consume you?
Why are you so disrespectful to one another?
Why can't you love one another?
You let the outside voices suffocate your ideas until they can't think for themselves
Party, I hate school, party, I hate school.
The color purple creeping up your drank
The green smell burning in the other hand
You're stupid, c'mon you're better thAn that
Shaking your ass for the world to see, in the long run is that gonna get you a job or put you out in the streets
I hate this generation, see back in my day..
I hate this generation, I was born in the wrong one
Is all I hear
People love to say what we're doing wrong but never what we're doing right
I love my generation
We're not epidemic , we're not itchin for some rocks like in the late 80's
We're smarter everyday and if they weren't focused on what we did wrong maybe they could see the right
Unknown, so far yet right before us
Paths divided we choose our destiny
Leaning on the hopes of adventure
Forging onward, we all secretly pray
That life will give great tales
Of heroic feats
And golden days
Moments of grand designs
Times where endurance is our only ally
But we endure all the same.
People say these are lies
Empty rooms, but
Look past the flat world we inhabit
Into the adventure of our lives
The running water and quiet forest trails
Soft sunlit evenings and mountainous storms
This world we live
The greatest map ever made
Holds chances for legacy to be born
But only if you grasp it
Take it in your hands
Feel it burn
See its light break through your fingers
Glimmering it desires a main character, you
Let it drip down your arms
Across your chest encasing your soul
Look onward my friend
And join me on this adventure.
Whether by choice
Or by force
The loss still hurts.
Now the punch line of every song
It hurts to play,
But kills to stop.
Which is the lesser I cannot say.
Because the radio hates me,
But it drowns the hushed voices in my head.
Voices that shriek could haves and lost thoughts
My choice is noise and noise alone.
I tell stories of fantasy and fable alone in the dark
In the soothing belief that a new world will wipe away my sins,
However it seems only to enrage my demon
Vivid dreams of hostility and resentment fill my veins with venom.
My two worlds colliding into an inhospitable torture.
I twitch in solitude bombarded by my choice.
Images of her haunt my spirit,
twisting it's remains into coal.
Like a switch my hell is brought to life.
What little easy I find in the company of others is shattered.
Demolished by hazy eyes and fastened ears,
Dragging me back to Oblivion.
A tolerance of loss emotion is fabricated overtime.
It's bleak touch only proves to numb
For her thought still wakes me.
Are you ready to ride
On sweet and flying high
Falling deep in love
Holding sweet conventions
And being connected in situations
You take me mind off physicality
You make me succeed
I can't even believe
When touch the right spots
You fucking take my breathe away
And when you touch lower I lose my sanity
But I gang the other half of me
Now I finally see
That It was true to me
True for me to see
Now I need you to believe in me
mentally and emotionally
Girl I hope you know when I give you me promise ring your gonna mines forever
Now hold it together
Cause we go each other so
hold my hand so we walk this world together
As my soles strike the concrete
My soul soars across the skyline
And I catch myself considering
The constant conflict of life,
And the concept of beauty by which
Then I see a skyscraper
And my mind goes ballistic
With a sudden epiphany
Each window holds a story
Of a person or a family
Facing challenges like me
And the whole of humanity
I stand there
As I consider the potential
And I begin to entertain
The ludicrous notion
The world isn't broken
If all of those windows
Set aside all adversity
We could face any problem
With the highest degree of certainty
what's your name in my head
all i can recall is your eyes that day, widened and a half smile
all i call recall is your kiss
smoke expelled into my mouth before our lips met
pounding, sound crashing, waking up
you're gone though
and from what i know of you
you could be dead
dead to the world or just dead
lying on the floor of that house
and i cannot fathom
what life would be like if you were not here, somewhere
because i cannot know life
without you somehow
since you've been here
i forgot what life was like