anthony-simpson
American
I enjoy writing poetry/music, playing guitar acoustic and electric. I like relaxing most of all avoiding stress and trying to better myself and help others in need if I can. Most of what I write is to get things off of my chest and what I am experiencing in thought to help me get over whatever is going on at that particular moment. Hope you enjoy it.
Run, run from the rain boy.
They'll never see you....hell,
they won't remember you.....
They look over you now,
as dressed in tattered rags.
Get away, as far as you can.
You might find yourself,
...you might find her.
Remember all the lies..
the lies, you were force fed.
Don't let them get in your way.
There will be others,
others who await to bleed you.
To keep you on your toes,
...your wits sharp,
and seriousness keen.
Admit to your being lost,
rash, and hopeless.
Cast them away as far as space.
Let them shine from you no longer.
As you grow from now on,
..make your choices wise.
And let your choice be happiness.
Jan 4, 2011
Jan 4, 2011 at 10:33 PM UTC
It's late at night,
my eyes opened wide.
In all my dreams,
I wish to confide.
The nights' clouds pass,
watching the days' cast.
Dew from the morning,
coat our faces in the grass.
Time slowly creeping by,
the eyes follow the strong.
Wallowing in memories,
in which we're never alone.
Jan 3, 2011
Jan 3, 2011 at 10:17 PM UTC
its all in your head leaving it all in your hands
you can't receive what you don't understand,
glad i'm hopeful glad it's done
i will be left alone just one,
sorry i'm ugly sorry you're not
i'll be the one they all forgot,
leave it to me to be the whisper
that ruins through the listener,
my passion is done my heart expired
things not to feel as one desired,
blazing up see my eyes made of fire
through my heart around funeral attire,
so as i wander and in turn die alone
not surprised your heart's made of stone.
Dec 30, 2010
Dec 30, 2010 at 10:30 PM UTC
Her eyes bleed and light backlashes from the closed eyelids
seemingly beautiful that her eyes wield such painful grace
her face sincere of all pain inflicted, with no care
nevertheless she bleeds and shows no emotion of pain
sheer ecstasy of being in the pain we've all caused her
she's the good kind, God's kind, what we'd all lie to be like
she's the one, who hides it all, lives a small life, does it right
holding everything tight it falls apart but she's still standing
the suffering makes her strong knowing she can hold out
because He will never stop holding her
Dec 30, 2010
Dec 30, 2010 at 11:19 AM UTC
these things i see they're so hard to find, peering into a glass of aged broken wine,
the thoughts aren't at all lost, i've found that souls belong in lake foss,
i've said before i haven't any feeling, but what i feel now it means to me: everything,
nothing lost inside of any of my will, but what i see are my dreams which will be fulfilled,
don't feel broken lost smitten or shattered, because i'll serve it to you on a silver but broken platter,
i want not to harm mislead or disfigure, but what i say to you are the thoughts that linger,
please let me lead you into this place of unthoughtful matter, maybe one day you'll see that my feelings are much better,
eventhough the silver i behold is broken, but like i said the thoughts to you are unspoken,
like love is a mystery that turns your heart true, i dont want the feeling of my thoughts to turn blue,
everything is anything that lies in your hands, i ask of you everything but yet i dont demand,
i want you to make your choice which is in your hands, but please take my mind upon it which this is very rare,
i wish for you to be wise on this so my soul you won't scare, all that i ever want is for you to know, there for without you my body will no longer be...there
Dec 30, 2010
Dec 30, 2010 at 10:53 AM UTC
I ate dinner with you this evening.
It was nice to see you, though I couldn't stop thinking.......
One day time will take you away sadly.
It will take us all.
I can't help to think maybe you would be reading this and I may be gone.
Isolated minds wander and tinker with the damndest of objects and ideas.
Holding everything that's so far away so close.
Possessing what is not mine inside my mind.
Dec 29, 2010
Dec 29, 2010 at 10:05 PM UTC
I've been growing too comfortable with shooting myself in the foot.
Through my foot, the floor, and into your head.
You tore me open to steal my heart blindfolded.
You leave me to bleed anyway.
It's not like you'd help me any other day.
My chest feels heavy, like someone has passed away.
I know no one is gone but it feels this way.
I guess you're the only dead one to me, and long to see your face,
but it's ok...it was for misery I was born someway.
Dec 29, 2010
Dec 29, 2010 at 9:53 PM UTC