In those strawberry fields, it seemed
They all marched too alive and real.
The unknowing, maybe sensing, screamed
“There’s no Jericho here to heal!”
In no small way, I understood,
The child watching that television,
There was more evil to match good,
When a plane made its second collision.
That’s when we realized the hardness of tomorrow
Mistakenly seen enough to tell
This was an attack our hearts had to sorrow
This, we knew, when the towers fell.
Still, we remember those things we felt
And try our best to seize the day
We remember when those watching knelt
Heart broken or fighting? Too close to say.
Beneath the rubble of the truth -
Heroes, lovers, sinners, thieves -
Beneath the terror of our youth -
We are all these things beneath.
That does not mean we are all to blame
Though, every one of us is lost
It doesn’t mean our mistakes got a name
Even still, we must pay our cost.
In our busy lives and concerning fates
There is a truth we must admit
As the prices rise and the moment rates
We must be reminded not to forget
There is a time to step back and see
At the demanding cry to all be free
That all that is asked, is a prayer to be
To Him, as He sorrows - cries…
Remember me.
Oct 13, 2014
Oct 13, 2014 at 3:31 PM UTC
I don't want
To be dead
I want to be dying
So that I can call,
The people who
Would miss me
At my funeral,
Out on their ********
Oct 7, 2014
Oct 7, 2014 at 11:00 PM UTC
Everything's alright.
Look around you.
Everyone's been trying
While you barely get by,
And live in your hole alone.
I can't be
There for you.
You were never
There for me.
You paint your
White Roses Red,
And take no prisoners.
It's off with their head.
You say you want me,
But I don't love the dead.
I know you secretly hate
Those White Roses Red.
Blood stains.
Didn't you know?
You should have thought that out
A long time ago.
You want to protect me
From things
That are harmless.
Well,
If you want to protect me
Look in the mirror,
And protect me
From what you see.
I'm not bulletproof, you know.
You may be oblivious
To the scars that you made..
But they show.
You can't go by,
Because to you
Nothing is alright.
But I can't stay
And tell you to fight,
Because I know you.
It will do no good.
You paint your
White Roses Red,
And take no prisoners.
It's off with their head.
You say you want me
But I don't love the dead.
I know you secretly hate
Those White Roses Red.
I won't like you
Until you say
That you were wrong
And wash the red away.
But I won't wait around
Because in truth I know
That I would have to wait
Until my dying day.
Just wash the red away
Until it doesn't show.
Oct 7, 2014
Oct 7, 2014 at 12:55 PM UTC
If I was meant to be ignored..
If it was intended for you
To feel
Amused
and Guilty
When you ignore my
FLAT OUT WORDS
I would have been born
A No Trespassing sign
Oct 4, 2014
Oct 4, 2014 at 1:48 PM UTC
Forget the lies,
The ties,
The reason she cries.
Forget the wrong,
The song,
Why it feels long.
Forget the right,
The fight,
The glow of the light.
Forget the cold,
The old,
How he was bold.
Write your soul on paper
And let it it fly.
Let go of the reasons
You wanted to try.
Let the wind take it.
Let it all go.
Oct 3, 2014
Oct 3, 2014 at 10:56 AM UTC
A traveler new in town,
Was walking down the street.
His eyes fell on a girl that passed;
One that he felt eyes should never meet.
He stopped and stared after her.
Odd he thought this young.
A man that sold flowers on the street
Noticed the traveler holding his tongue.
He nudged the man gently,
His voice low, he said,
“Traveler, I would not follow.
You would be better off dead.”
The traveler asked,
“Who is this soul
That walks gracefully there?
For I would like to know.”
The merchant stared at the man
With half a mind to walk away.
But then he thought,
Why not? For it's been a dreary day.
“First, do not be fooled by her image.
Her name is Lady M.
It is said those who seek after her
Are never seen again.
“They say she has no soul.
They say she’s long been dead.
Those of us who know her at all
Dare not walk where she’s led.
“Her eyes are black and empty,
But stare into your being.
She takes your worst and horrible fears
And turns them into everything you’re seeing.
“She has no family to be found
She belongs to no one at all.
No one would dare touch her.
No one would catch her if she were to fall.”
The man looked at the merchant
In unbelief and surprise.
And said, “My dear man,
What you say must all be lies!
“How can you expect to know her
If you talk about her in such a way?
Here, I will prove you wrong.
With her I will spend the day.”
The merchant pitied the spell-bound man,
Gave him a lily and said,
“Then go now with this flower
That I sell for the dead.”
The man, not noticing
The merchant's warning words,
Took the flower in his hand
And turned to follow her...
...
...
He followed that girl into the woods,
The one they call Lady M.
He followed her to know the truth,
And was never seen again.
Oct 2, 2014
Oct 2, 2014 at 10:37 AM UTC
Dark buildings.
Yellow candle light shines through.
Afraid to show the good in the world.
If there is any at all...
Not the truth.
Though it may be now.
Smudges.
That's what everything is.
Watercolor paint.
Streaks and lines.
One long road.
A boy walks out.
The windows watch.
He looks for the signs.
Light fades,
But grows.
The walls curve.
Over his head
They shadow.
Unaware
Or uncaring.
I can't tell.
His face determined.
That's all I know.
Waiting for the signs.
Looks this way and that.
Yellow lines of the road calling.
He doesn't hear.
Waits.
Nothing passes.
He walks.
Nothing happens.
The walk across the road,
Longer than it seems.
Unnoticed.
He walks invisible.
Not to me.
The yellow lines.
He stops.
Looks at me.
I stop breathing.
A silent plea.
Those eyes a world.
Something's coming.
Warning.
No.
Can't speak.
He doesn't want that...
How?
Something's coming.
Move.
No.
Begging.
Then let me warn.
No.
Something's coming.
Agony.
Then why?
Silence...
Yellow turns black.
A silent plea.
Not him.
Me.
I stop breathing.
Agony.
Oct 1, 2014
Oct 1, 2014 at 10:37 AM UTC
My life stays the same.
A walk down the wall,
Go back up,
Then we all fall.
I forget what I’m here for.
Who I am inside.
People name, and I accept.
It’s no surprise I lied.
Don’t tell me I am this.
You don’t know who I am.
Don’t tell me I am that,
Something of a sweet innocent lamb.
I know who I am.
I know who I’ll be.
Just shut up and listen,
Then maybe you’ll see.
Sep 30, 2014
Sep 30, 2014 at 5:49 PM UTC
I don't know who I am or why I'm here.
I don't know why people I love never stay near,
But I guess I'm just me;
Forced to be someone I don't wanna be.
I don't know what's worth fighting for or why I scream,
Or why I provoke and say what I don't mean.
I don't know why I'm this way.
Is it right?
Can I change who I am?
Is it worth the fight?
I guess I'm stuck as I am.
If I don't accept me then who can?
I can,
And I could.
It's okay,
Most of us are misunderstood.
That's who you are and that's who you'll be.
Someone worth fighting for.
Someone like me.
Sep 30, 2014
Sep 30, 2014 at 2:22 AM UTC
I’m sick of being told what to do.
I’m sick of these nightmares that remind me of you.
I hate the way you look at me when you’re around.
I hate it when you slip your arm around my neck without a sound.
I want to tell you to go away.
I want to tell you what I’ve wanted to say.
You had to force me in a corner and trap me there.
You had to make me kiss you and you thought it fair.
When I backed away you pulled me in.
When I was scared of you I let you win.
It was you who asked me what happens when love forsakes.
It was you who asked me how it felt when my heart breaks.
In my dreams you’ve killed me with poison and knives.
In my dreams you don’t care how slowly you take my lives.
You can not come to me and say you miss me.
You can not tell me that without me you can’t be free.
I won’t let you destroy my life again.
...I won’t tell you any of this because I can’t let you in.
Sep 27, 2014
Sep 27, 2014 at 12:58 PM UTC