Dreams: a succession of images, sensations and feelings;
what you see while you're sleeping at times concealing a deeper meaning.
Intervening our evenings leaving us thinking;
clinging to a believing that they're healing or deceiving.
Lickety split I try to fit it to a reason why I had it
but I couldn't grasp it in time cuz it faded like the latest fad and
I don't know whether to be mad, sad or glad.
But it ain't so bad because I remember just a tad of it.
In my surrealistic world, you felt so real;
feeling you on my skin is an appealing ordeal.
Though it might sound insane, I'm not gonna complain
because I only feel the pain when I'm finally awake.
When you spoke, it opened my broken soul and
stole a major component from the mind of this poet.
My heart and soul know it; your love's just so potent.
Focused on what you spoke telling me, "I love you." Whoa..
Chills down my spine, now I'm on cloud nine;
wish I was confined to this divine design.
Wouldn't hesitate or decline cuz I know you would be all mine;
I'll no longer need this red, red wine. Let's fly
high in the sky, just you and I.
Baby, don't cry; let me dry your eyes.
Where you going? Don't say bye.. Where you going? Thought we were fine..
Now darkened are the skies...
Nightmares: a version of a dream designed to scare
or create feelings of sadness, anxiety and despair
from scenarios containing psychological or physical terror
impairing our state of mind as we lay unaware of it.
A deer in the headlights; I'm frozen in fear
unclear of what happened here and why you disappeared.
We finally came together, my dear,
now my tears are searing my face; please reappear.
Maybe I've gone completely crazy
but I miss you, baby; I need your kiss, my lady.
It feels like Hades turned the heat up to eighty
thousand degrees and now my visions getting hazy.
Morality's getting feeble in this inferno cathedral;
surrounded by this deceitful evil, it's lethal
injections from these needles filled with diesel and beetles.
How did I get this far away from our peaceful sequel?
But this synergy from my memories helped me fight off all these enemies
and believe me when I say that the reality from this jeopardy
had generally ******* me mentally because it felt like it took a century
for these entities to expertly **** with my nocturnal slumber sensories.
And I feel so alone
in this combat zone but when I looked down below,
to me, it's still unknown the emotion I had shown
when I saw the word "love" engraved on a broken tombstone...
Sep 2, 2015
Sep 2, 2015 at 1:34 PM UTC
I planted a seed underneath the concrete; unable to feed it what it needed, it seemed obsolete.
Aware of the complications to this plants creation, stationary I stood depending on faith to advocate me in my dedication.
As I waited for the rose to rise, I rose my head to look up at the sky; wondering why a guy like me is doing this and why I'm even trying.
I guess I just wanted to see beauty penetrate the tough surface giving it the purpose to teach me that beauty lies within each person.
The hard reality that everyone else sees on the outside fails to expose the rose underneath; so the cracks in the concrete are all that they see and all that they know allowing beauty to seem surface deep.
If they stuck around to see what's in the ground, the very foundation that reveals the variation of our souls, they would know that beauty can be seen even from the deepest of holes.
After much debating, contemplating and waiting, I had concentrated on a view so intoxicating; even correlating with my previous statement.
There I saw in front of me, a healthy, black rose that broke through; unknown as to how it changed its hue, it did what I didn't think it'd be able to do: it grew through the barrier into something new, teaching me that even a plant can do it, too.
Although the mystery of it's dark beauty is still a surprise, I won't question it; just make the best of it and understand that it came through, despite what may have tested it.
Aug 29, 2015
Aug 29, 2015 at 8:55 PM UTC
You could be my Jamie and change my troubled ways;
Even be my Savannah who thinks about me everyday.
You could also be my Allie and be with me when you remember;
Like Sally and love through all seasons forever and ever.
Be my Victoria and you'll never fear with me in dark nor light;
Be my Rose, such a heavenly love at first sight.
You could play the part of Belle and look past my horrid flaws,
But not like Taylor singing a bunch of break up songs.
I could be your Landon; not even death could do us part.
Even be your John and write you letters from the heart.
I could also be your Noah and always be by your side;
Like Jack put away all my selfish pride.
Be your Victor and know who I'm married to;
Be your Jack and give my life for you.
I could play the part of Beast and keep no record of your wrongs,
But instead, I'm just like Bruno singing these **** break up songs..
Aug 19, 2015
Aug 19, 2015 at 10:23 PM UTC
The colors in this mood ring are constantly changing along with these mood swings; I don't know what I'm feeling.
The music in my mind is what I have defined as the feelings I can find in my heart where they're confined.
My stomach holds these butterflies that reveal the insecurity in my eyes; I do my best to disguise it, however, it remains exposed despite how hard I try.
My heart has a beat that tends to deplete
the energy I have; I have to retreat from telling you I'm incomplete.
The closer I get to you, I obtain these different point of views; breaking down walls I didn't think I'd break through and reliving this painful déjà vu.
I'm perplexed as to how to confess and express the feelings I suppress; am I stressed? Obsessed? Depressed? Rather fall of a bridge than in love cuz it hurts less.
My heart has become external; on my shoulder, it sits so vulnerable. Around my enemies, it's durable; around you, it's penetrable.
My eyes, though closed from being weary and red from being teary, clearly are expressed as being dreary.
These butterflies have turned into bees;
as they sting, I drop to my knees. Like a disease to the highest degree, I'm eaten alive from the inside out by these.
The music that was playing is now betraying and dismaying; displaying the decaying of my once robustious ways.
How can this mood ring define what I'm feeling if a color represents one thing but I feel love, pain, fear and anxiety? Tell me please... I'm breaking..
Aug 6, 2015
Aug 6, 2015 at 10:50 PM UTC
I feel it crawling all around my skin;
I feel the war within my mind and It's about to win.
I do not want to scare the ones I love,
But God, please send your angels from up above.
I feel the bitterness and hardening of my soul
As It stiffens up my heart and takes It's unholy toll.
To the people I love, remember who I once was,
For it won't let me give a **** due to my severe lack of trust.
I've tried to stick it out and stay mentally strong, well now no one can penetrate my heart; it'll destroy any that don't belong!
Believe me when I say I'm sorry for my words..
BUT ******* GROW A PAIR ALREADY; THEY DON'T PHYSICALLY HURT.
YOU WANNA SEE HURT? YOU WANNA SEE PAIN?
TAKE A LOOK IN THE MIRROR. DONE? LOOK AGAIN!
WE ALL HAVE PROBLEMS; WE ALL HAVE FEARS.
WE ALL HAVE TISSUES FOR OUR ISSUES SO WIPE YOUR ******* TEARS!
I WON'T BE THERE TO CATCH THEM ANYMORE; YOU NEED TO TOUGH IT OUT.
THERE WON'T ALWAYS BE SOMEONE THERE WHEN YOU HAVE SOMETHING TO CRY ABOUT!
I'll always be here for you..NO I WON'T! STOP LYING!
I still care for you..NO! THAT PART OF YOU IS DYING!
Am I going crazy? Who's inside my brain?!
I'm not insane, I'm not insANE, I'M NOT INSANE!
HAHAha
Will I be normal? WHAT IS "NORMAL"? Such frustration.
TO BE OR NOT TO BE; that is the unasked question.
Who am I to judge myself? I am not worthy.
It is not my duty to make such accusations against myself and be so wordy.
Who am I? What's my name?
WHAT'S YOUR DEAL, BRO? What's your game?
Are there any rules or is it no holds barred?
Will it be easy or will it be hard?
I need to care for my loved ones..THEY CAN DO IT ON THEIR OWN!
They need my support..SHUT UP, LET'S GO HOME.
How long will you continue to terrorize my sanity?
AS LONG AS I HAVE YOUR NAME, YOU'RE MINE, YOU SEE?
YOU GAVE YOURSELF TO BE LONG AGO..I was stupid and young;
I had no idea the power and poison I had within my tongue..
THAT ISN'T MY PROBLEM; YOU WANTED TO BE STRONGER.
YOU WANTED TO STOP BEING STEPPED ON AND RAN THROUGH ANY LONGER.
I can still care while I have a strong heart..
YOU'LL ONLY END UP RIGHT BACK WHERE YOU STARTED.
Will you understand how I truly feel, friends?
Is this the beginning or beginning of the end?
THINK OF IT AS ******** I COULD CARE LESS.
IT'S NO SKIN OFF MY BACK; NO WORRIES, NO STRESS.
THINK OF ME WHAT YOU WILL, BUT UNDERSTAND THIS:
THE LESS PEOPLE YOU'RE AROUND, THE LESS ******** THERE IS.
I truly am sorry all my family and friends;
I wish not to be this way and it won't happen again..
KEEP TELLING YOURSELF THAT; I feel it coming soon.
WHO KNOWS WHERE I'LL TAKE YOU NEXT COME THE BEGINNING OF JUNE..
Help m...YOURSELF.
Aug 3, 2015
Aug 3, 2015 at 3:23 AM UTC
I'm not used to this and I'm not great at it; dead center of the target in my heart, it hits crushing it to bits.
This is what I get for feeling what I had no idea what I was dealing with and I can no longer conceal it; only God knows the time needed to heal it.
We've had our time; it was sublime. Though it seemed so short...man, I can't think straight; I'm having difficulty finding the words to rhyme.
But I have to use my ability to rhyme and infuse it into these poetic blues to try and define how I don't want to lose you or confuse you when I tell you the news.
The last thing I want is for you to feel pain; I'm going insane in the brain trying to refrain from this strain that I'm doing my best to contain trying to explain.
Maybe you need to be away from me; this is no cliché nor a game to me. It's been weighing on my mind all day.
I've never had a relationship like this; no meaning behind a kiss and feelings are hit and miss.. I don't want to reminisce.
Maybe it's my fault for falling too deep; having too much faith in my leap..I ended up sowing what I reaped.
I don't want the hurt to show or reveal that I feel so low, and though I'll feel so alone, it wasn't that long ago when you had me before hello..but I have to let you go...
Aug 3, 2015
Aug 3, 2015 at 2:49 AM UTC
I dig,
You dig,
We dig,
He digs,
She digs,
They dig...
Not much of a poem, but it's deep.
Something to put a smile on your face.
Aug 2, 2015
Aug 2, 2015 at 9:23 PM UTC
Like a dead oak tree, there is no life in me. I stand tall and have yet to fall, but still no life, you see?
I was born in a desolate area; began as a single seed. I was different from the rest of these trees of this common type of breed.
Many thought they knew about me as I may have appeared; I had leaves full of life and stood tall against fear.
I gave shelter and comfort; was understood by few. Others loved me for who I was but most used me for my attributes.
I had no problem with it, for it gave joy to the world; from all who came to me and stated they loved me, I only felt it from one girl.
This one person, ever so kind, was one soul I thought I'd never find.
Someone who took care of me and helped my life go on; the pureness of water, her innocence I was very fond.
The rich, healthy ground, her foundation so steady; the air that she breathed into me was anything but petty.
Though the elements took their toll, close like bonds we made; she was my tree lover as I was her shade.
We encountered the world together and made it through the rain. We shared big parts of our lives; both beauty and pain.
I had her name carved onto me for the whole world to see, but time moved on while I stood still; now she's experiencing the world without me.
Now I'm alone with no one to watch over me; alone in this valley where there are no other trees.
So now my leaves are gone; now my life withered away. I let the elements take their time day by day.
Very few still come by, but see how different I am now; they see I've changed and they think they know how.
Like most trees, they grow and wither over time; they don't get their vital nutrients or lack the beautiful sunshine.
But me, I'm a different breed; not a whole lot of needs. I chose to go down the path of my slow demise instead of being overtaken by weeds.
Through the roughest of winds and the harshest of storms, I stand tall though I'm broken and torn.
I appear lifeless and little to give to you, but I still serve some type of purpose that's understood by few.
I'll take on the elements till I am cut out from this world; but I'll always remember the ones who gave me life, my closest friends and family, and one special girl.
Aug 2, 2015
Aug 2, 2015 at 9:20 PM UTC
As I go through my life and begin to contemplate,
These aspects of love and hate tend to control my fate.
How do you control your emotions in this malicious delirium;
When everything you used to feel is replaced by these numb
And unbearable, malevolent, just terrible soul-crushing feelings?
Lord, please help me with the sinister cards that I'm dealing.
I need Your love in my life; oh, please save me Jesus.
My heart's been stolen, broken and obliterated to pieces.
I can't move on but I'm moving with the world now; it's cold now.
Caught up in the midst of this evilness as it takes me on its own route.
The pain is like a dart on fire and fired to straight into my heart
Because I loved you from the start and I hate to see it all fall apart.
But that's just life and life, as they say, it moves on.
You gotta get up and carry on even if a huge part of you is gone.
But you tell yourself if it's true, she'll come back to you
And no matter what you do, you know she'll always love you, too.
I just can't let you go no matter how hard I may try;
These memories haunt my sanity so vividly as I sit here and cry.
We said a lot, meant a lot and went through too much just to pull the plug;
To just cut me off, pretend I'm nothing and sweep me under the rug.
It just seems that no one understands how real it was to me.
You changed my heart, mind and soul girl, my life will never be
Complete without you and this I say is true; your love gets me through
The worst of the worst. You make me feel brand new.
I sit here dropping tears wondering how it got so bad;
Like cyanide, it kills inside cuz you were all that I had.
Maybe one day, the Lord will grant me that miracle
Of seeing your delicate smile and divine and shining eyes again, girl.
But I gotta be patient and let the Lord's will be done
Even though this waiting burns like the inner core of a feiry, blazing Sun.
I can't stop you from loving another, no matter the agony;
You will always be there with me in my dreams where we're free from this misery.
The song is for you; written in blood as it slows my heart rate,
I wait for that date....as I seal this...with a kiss,......my love,.....and......fate.........
Aug 2, 2015
Aug 2, 2015 at 9:16 PM UTC
As the days go by and the birds fly free, many live their lives in a false reality.
They let themselves believe what they see and hear; they're desperate for knowledge and unwilling to face fear.
Many are afraid to look death in the eye, while denying their fears allows them to die a little inside.
When going through a trial, you can let it penetrate your heart, or harden it to keep the demons from tearing your soul and sanity apart.
Your life, your decisions; they affect more than you can fathom. Most of us don't realize the value of our true happiness even while we have them.
Life is one of the cruelest teachers I have ever had; it gave me the tests first and the lessons last.
Slowly, but surely, I'm losing it all; I feel the happiness and peace in my life taking a long freefall.
My soul is hardening; my sanity silently shouts. The cracks in my heart allow everything and everyone in it to slowly fall out.
I feel the inevitable change transforming who I was before; I feel my battles leaving their scars to tell the story when I can't anymore.
No matter how I put it to you, it will never make sense, but to better understand, know that the first casualty of war is innocence.
Aug 2, 2015
Aug 2, 2015 at 9:14 PM UTC