Around me the world buzzes
As everyone speaks and no one
Listens,
And my silence kills me
When I'm right,
I'm quiet
When I'm wrong,
I'm quiet
When I'm asked,
I'm quiet
When I'm told,
I'm quiet
And these thoughts ricochet
Around behind the mask
Of mediocrity and submission
That I wear
for the
world
And the more I hear,
The more I think,
The less I say,
The faster I rot away
May 23, 2018
May 23, 2018 at 6:02 PM UTC
Our hearts are not
all they seem to be.
They are not just
muscles pumping blood
throughout our bodies.
They are the most
intricate of beacons,
thumping out a frequency
and listening to the rhythms
of every other heart.
Some hearts share
segments of the same beat,
but ultimately, unfortunately,
are not the same as the
tune your own heart sings.
Until that day comes
(and it always comes)
when your heart
and another's
sync up.
And together they make
a symphony so beautiful
that it manifests into
a physical attraction
and an emotional bond.
So I'm here waiting,
and I'll keep on waiting,
until my heart
and another's
make the melody of love.
Nov 8, 2017
Nov 8, 2017 at 6:17 AM UTC
Sitting here,
feeling like part of me
has died.
I hate these walls
and these people
that surround me,
boxing me in,
squashing my dreams,
making me hate myself.
This ball of pain,
pit of darkness,
where my heart once was.
Somebody help me.
Somebody save me.
Before I lose myself.
Dec 4, 2016
Dec 4, 2016 at 10:23 AM UTC
Silence is golden?
I think not.
For in silence we do
what we cannot amidst chaos.
We think
and remember
and realize
and regret
and repent
and rebuke
and wish
and desire
and dream
and hope
and accept
and deny
and resolve
and forget
and waddle
until
we are summoned
back to our lives
of thoughtless servitude.
Nov 9, 2016
Nov 9, 2016 at 7:46 AM UTC
What sad times we live in!
We used to watch a man fall,
and think "I hope he's okay."
Nowadays? We just say:
**** That would have been
a great YouTube video."
Nov 9, 2016
Nov 9, 2016 at 7:41 AM UTC
Sometimes,
I wish I was broken
so someone would care.
Oct 22, 2016
Oct 22, 2016 at 8:23 AM UTC
Life is a journey
and Death is our destination?
Always just be yourself
but follow the examples of others?
Never give up
but also learn to let go?
The sky is the limit
but the rules must be followed?
What is the Truth
in this lie we call Society,
this delusion we have crafted,
where the rich run the show?
Oct 15, 2016
Oct 15, 2016 at 8:26 PM UTC
You.
You are my chains.
Cruel, cold and thick;
you bind my hands and leave me helpless,
you weigh down my wings and keep me hopeless.
You think you are so strong.
You.
You are wrong.
One day, I'll overpower you,
break loose of your oppression
and leave naught in my wake
except your shattered, worthless remains.
Oct 7, 2016
Oct 7, 2016 at 11:17 PM UTC
They deceive us
When they say
"Hold onto your dreams,
Never let them go."
Because they never
Tell us what to do
When you dream
An Impossible Dream.
Such a dream
Can never occur,
Not because you lack the ability,
But because it would defy reality.
Some can learn to let go
Of such dreams.
Yet the cursed who cannot
Live tortured lives of unfulfillment.
So tell me now,
You elderly, supposedly wise:
What am I to do
With my Impossible Dream?
Oct 6, 2016
Oct 6, 2016 at 9:50 PM UTC
You look at me,
head bent, shoulders down
face contorted by a frown,
tears barely held at bay,
yet you still ask, "Are you okay?"
As my head turns towards you
and a facade of a smile
returns once more
to hide my pain
I think of a million things to say.
I could tell you of my sorrows,
my many weighing burdens.
I could relate all my anger and hate,
not of others but rather of myself.
I could pin you down under the mound
of torturous experiences I live through daily.
Instead, I lie.
With practiced, fake motions
I look you in the eye
and begrudgingly utter
two words that disarm
your insincere concern.
"I'm fine."
Oct 6, 2016
Oct 6, 2016 at 9:46 PM UTC