Reading a book in the morning breeze, the trees call to me, their rapturous whoosh in feathered breeze teases my cheek as I breathe in the scattered scent that folds over pages gently turned allowing me touch the meaning of the words
Then it comes again, the whispering of ancient conversations rustling as the book falls from my hands dreams spring like seeds of destiny creating riddles, the secrets of life.
Little known tales borrow time winging to streak the sky; fluttering flags, the delicate song of the windchime, sums of numbers lay themes unseen, fields of imagination flower.
I breathe cloud leaving my footsteps skyward sweet spring verse, the tickle of alliteration, spills giggling into endless rhyme blue hyacinths and tiny white snowballs meld with rose in rainbow sash Small enticements, create special magic, a fine lace filigree penned across a ****** page
love today looks like mountains that I can’t make move or see over like breaking and no space to sit down and put the pieces back together love today looks like rain w/ no peace to lie down and enjoy the falling like the sun building up its walls in reaction to me like myself building up walls in reaction to me...
Grow your leaves and colours and fruits Breathe your sunlight, swallow your water. Kick off your old shells like too-tight-shoes at the door shutting on another strung out day. Except you have no further use for them You won't be wearing them tomorrow.
In this life or the next, nothing is promised In those moral lapses, we must seize expiation In our web of bleak moments, we learn that diamonds are not forever In one hand, I held my doubts In the other, my regrets and I declared the daunting vow that I would break them just the same
Not all depressed cut, Not all sad shed tears, Not all strong fight, Not all monsters roar, Not all young are innocent. Some just work harder to maintain a mask. We are here, And you have reason to fear, We are the best liars, We can manipulate the greatest con artist without batting a single eyelash. Watch out we are coming.
This is a dark and serious prom but that didn't change the fact that In was tempted to put "and we're *****" instead of " And you have reason to fear" ****
Today, the sky was sunny and bright. Like ice cream, cold but light. Then, the sky turned gray as the wind and snow welcomed the night. I look up, down and around and wish I didn't feel so helpless here on the ground. I can't control the weather. This is true. But there are things I can control and so can you. We can control what we learn. We control what we write. We control whether we run or stand up and fight. We control all these things and so much more. But you never know what life has in store. One more thing to think about. If we could control everything, life would be so much duller. Maybe that's why my favorite thing I control is how much of the world I see in color.
u see the knife you watch the glow u see me smile but can't hear me cry u think i'm happy but inside i'm breaking u see the blood then u realize that i wasn't lying when i said i'm depressed! u wish u gave me the support i needed but now it's too late. I'm dying inside...
I write poetry To make sure I still have feelings Living in a numb world where all of our emotions are hidden While being force fed other people’s insecurity No matter why normal feels like insanity I pray that my words save me
Your cruel comments inflict much pain It cuts so deep my veins can't handle the poison It leaks out a foul smell. Pigs in pens Nothing you say will do. The damage has been done. I feel all alone. Won't I ever be free. Of accusers
I don't feel special, I'm not unique. I want to cry but I can't even speak. My hands reach out, but they cannot hold a single thing but the bitter cold. Everything's frozen, I feel lost. Even my tears have turned to frost. When I cut my waist it bleeds black. I'm so deeply gone there's no way back. This is goodbye
I love him I tell myself I know that We will be together forever I don’t believe that We could be separated My thoughts tell me that He’s the love of my life Sometimes my heart lies and says I could live an eternity Without him Like my friends say “We’re perfect for each other” And you can’t tell me He’s not the one.
The tragedy is there's a prison in my mind all the thoughts that lurk there are ones I wish were never mine they etch into my heart the scars I wear so bright
They whisper wicked stories of things that never happened or maybe things that did things that shouldn't create ripples in the current in my life but here I lay in bed stuck awake at night eyes cutting blankly through the nothingness of my cold and dark bedroom
it’s a beautiful thing this day and age with bubbling permafrost with drug-resistance with obesity treatments with technological advancements with scientific discoveries with silent wars with blue lava with bleeding glaciers with divorce with sensitivity with my generation of people believing this new generation is completely and utterly clueless as a common occurrence
but let’s think about what these kids are into nowadays.
let’s think about who invented these inane things for the kids.
my generation of people.
so the kids of today are the ones who are ****** for liking the things that we’ve created?
I’m sorry but we have to be the ones who are obtuse for believing such things, oblivious for not realizing them and showing the world we have little or no imagination anymore.
the generation before us has lied to us and thought us to lie to the generation after.
whether it’s the gods or holidays or what not.
the youth of the today are autonomous. they can not take responsibility for their actions nor do they understand and just go along with the trends, much like, all the generations before them but we need a scapegoat to cover up our own farce implementations.
the truth of the matter is.. we’re all a little vacuous in our own way especially the ones with an answer for everything. living in an imperfect world where there’s always room for improvement nothing for us or against us wrapped up in our congratulatory self-contradictory and illogical theories and as useless as exploding appendix.
the lost generation the interbellum generation the silent generation the baby boomers generation x the millennials
a strong admixture of imbecility and self-assurance filled with belief and unawareness to a senseless world
like hate like blame like gossip like jealousy like being offended like being impressive like the punk rock dream like hospital waiting rooms like fundraisers and charity events like your co-worker to the right and the left of you and their families and their families before them
Your eyes, So familiar Looked like a window Felt like a mirror So I avoided your gaze Afraid If i stared for long enough I would start to see everything I despised In human form Your eyes, Like a mirror Confronting the deepest sorrows Giving them a voice To speak To exist Anywhere other than the poisoning smoke Of a fire Your eyes, Like a mirror Knew where to look Like cleared throats Masking swallowed words, Collapsing lungs, But they were silent for a reason I didn’t want you to reach that far back Or come this close To the truth, Your eyes, Like a mirror I shall shatter Like I do To everything that makes me see.