
Am I just a wheel?
Consuming meals?
A speck in blue sea?
Bound by what I see?
Life amongst trees?
Breathing means free?
Am I my beliefs?
The truth I seek?
Flag of a country?
Defined by currency?
A liability?
Part of society?
Am I what you see?
The way you judge me?
The values you pick?
First impressions stick?
Norm defined by you?
Do I dare to be rude?
No...
I am who I choose.
I fill my own shoes.
I win when I lose.
I create my own views.
I see black beyond blue.
I pick me over you.
Who are we?
I am me.
Who are we?
Depends on you.
Dec 13, 2017
Dec 13, 2017 at 8:21 PM UTC
I am following my dreams.
So why is my heart still so sore?
I focus on good things.
But the bad just seems so much more.
What's really in store for me?
If I am losing you, I don't want to start a New Game.
I think i'd rather hit submit,
Than hit continue.
Sep 24, 2015
Sep 24, 2015 at 2:13 PM UTC
I hope you can find it in you,
To spare a smile once more.
This hurt is a full one.
This roof is a floor.
I am constantly surrounded,
I am constantly alone.
I wish I could end it.
I wish I could have known.
Your talons are digging, deep in my flesh.
It's burning.
I'm feeling, better than dead.
But that's an educated guess,
Maybe death is the best,
I do love sleep,
And I could really use some rest.
Sep 10, 2015
Sep 10, 2015 at 6:19 AM UTC
A thousand words won't **** this hurt,
A million sorry's won't bring you back.
You own my heart,
My love,
My soul.
You own this tattoo body,
And every imperfection,
The ones I've made and the ones of from God.
You saved this soul, for as long as you could.
Even minds have an expiration date.
When I lost him my shelf life,
Was cut in a quarter, and now I'm at number 24.
I only need to be a little older,
Then I'll have the courage to settle the score.
Sep 10, 2015
Sep 10, 2015 at 6:16 AM UTC
Your light voice seduced the drums of my ears,
You've replaced my long thin scars with hopes and dreams,
HOW DARE YOU.
You took this broken shell,
With no soul,
Or emotions, I destroyed them.
And gave me life. You gave me life.
Not the kind I now dread, but the kind that makes me want to live.
Sep 10, 2015
Sep 10, 2015 at 6:11 AM UTC
I can't stop writing, or I'm afraid I'll pick you up.
On a few hours of sleep.
Rationality will soon retreat.
That! Will be my time to shine.
I'd be gone by now,
But a cowardice heart.
Beats. And begs. And screams.
It's not fair that you're still in my dreams.
I wake up crying, I LOVE YOU.
I go to kiss you good morning and you're gone.
I just want to be gone.
Sep 10, 2015
Sep 10, 2015 at 6:06 AM UTC
He lay still,
Tortured by her cries as his demons scream.
He knows of no hope for a better tomorrow.
His only reason to stay, didn't stay.
His only reason to live, now lives alone.
Is it better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all?
Because now I'm addicted and crying...
Is it better to have lived and died, than to never have lived at all?
Your voice sings a response, but it' fades and disappears.
Why am I the only one, who sees that you were also wrong.?
I told you I'd do anything for you. I guess it is just my time to shine.
I will forever look down and smile at you, for now is my time to shine..
Sep 10, 2015
Sep 10, 2015 at 6:03 AM UTC
As I look out the window,
Of this 4th floor office,
No birds will greet me,
But I still yearn to fly.
I don't mean..
The permanent flight,
I mean the beautiful,
Meaningful fall.
That temporary lifetime,
The free fall but I'm tied,
By ever enemy,
And my failed love.
Sep 10, 2015
Sep 10, 2015 at 5:55 AM UTC
Strong and beautiful widow,
I see your daily struggle.
I love you and owe you my life...
You wingless angel,
You deserve your halo.
I'm sorry for my many a strife.
Strong and beautiful Widow,
Continue your struggle,
I will make things right.
Just stay with me mother,
Our lives left asunder,
We will pick up the pieces and fight.
I love you.
Aug 20, 2015
Aug 20, 2015 at 4:11 PM UTC
Tick Tock. Tick Tock. Tick Tock.
If these walls could tick talk,
Oh the stories they would share,
Unrelenting bill collectors call,
Though she has just finished burying her husband.
"Don't spend the buck if it is not one owned"
We owned them but they were taken along with him. In this years time we will not have a house, but this future is not dim and you are not a thief.
I see humanity, but I'm missing the humans,
Every act of kindness lately has been a writers lie,
I see conformity, but no joint and just cause,
Do we live in the age where heroes are but feed for the mind of a sheep,
Or where heroes are our templates to build a better tomorrow.
Aug 14, 2015
Aug 14, 2015 at 6:32 PM UTC