Happy with a twist
whatever you make it
Sometimes there's just
a grey happy
When you try to be happy
put other people up
when inside your down
sinking lower
the more you help others be happy
sometimes we all feel this way
its a part of life
and when its happening
instead of helping others
take time
and help yourself
Nov 8, 2017
Nov 8, 2017 at 5:30 PM UTC
People read my poems.
People sometimes like my poems.
People sometimes tell me they can relate.
People sometimes put my poems on there page.
But no matter what i write.
People never say.
I like your poems.
Nov 8, 2017
Nov 8, 2017 at 5:23 PM UTC
Emoticons don't describe
what my life was
the terror and destruction
in my soul
is not right
for my life...
Nov 7, 2017
Nov 7, 2017 at 4:28 PM UTC
Strange place, strange ways, each stay away!
Then why are there two roads to take?
The maps and paths, and followed tracks.
And Google, Waze, we trust their facts.
Turn left, turn right we let it steer.
To miss a turn, we start to fear.
Across to tolls, collect control.
Like little soldiers, do as told.
Planned flights and crowds, comfort in traps.
Are we confined in our skin wraps?
Some lost, pretend to just be found.
Some found, act lost, pretty profound.
To take that step, the unprotected.
To turn towards, the unexpected.
A wasteful plan, we must forget it.
Insane repeat, and do we test it?
Misdirection, to find us love.
Misdirection, to find us trends.
Misdirection, finds ideas.
Misdirection, to find us friends.
Misdirection to free in stress.
Misdirection leaves no regrets.
Let one misdirection find you.
Let one misdirection guide you.
Let one misdirection define
And be the reason, you are you.
Oct 25, 2017
Oct 25, 2017 at 2:43 PM UTC
Most people only look at the front page
they think this is the best
but they are wrong if they looked
they could find more
than a lore
most of the time the best poems
are the ones behind the front page
the shimmering ones that are covered in dust
the invisible ones.
Oct 5, 2017
Oct 5, 2017 at 3:42 PM UTC
I woke up with a shake
I couldn't think
I was buried in ash
I smelled smoke
I couldn't move
I was drowning
And then
I woke up
it was just a dream
but I still smelled smoke..
Feb 2, 2017
Feb 2, 2017 at 8:02 PM UTC
At home I'm alone
In life its a lie
I have a shadow
but it taunts me
it laughs and punches me
but when I go to my bedside
in the dark I cant see it
I think its gone
like a shadow
but the next morning
it waits to start the day
and torture me some more
Its the tormentor and I'm its prey.
Jan 31, 2017
Jan 31, 2017 at 7:04 PM UTC
Why,society
I have never quite fit in
I have read and written
I have talked and listened,
but they just don't listen,
I ask and ask but I guess it is not for me
to fit in with society.
I remember when I was young how they shunned and shunned,
For all I had done
but what did I do I just don't know.
But I guess they must be right
So i'll continue to read and write.
Jan 31, 2017
Jan 31, 2017 at 6:39 PM UTC