Here I lay,
Covered in hay
No game to play
No time to gain
I’m a story they say
With Some glory, hooray!
In an instant I’m prey
The cup taketh away
Do I despair in my day?
Or shall I weep for a ray?
Maybe clean up the clay
Or let the potter portray
A life with no sleigh
A chapter with grey
No sea, no bay
In no time I’m fey
But I’ll try, if I may
With a price, I’ll pay
Might I start today,
In a Rennesaince cafe!
Sep 16, 2024
Sep 16, 2024 at 7:34 AM UTC
You're an island
that housed beauty many shipments ago
For a drowning soul,
can only be saved by a rush of gold
Treasures of gold, lie hidden bestowed,
Beneath the crater of an old souls bowl
If my heart be the earth,
I'd look for peace
If my death sparked life,
I'd look to leave
And if life had meaning,
What could this be?
If my heart was round, I'd assume the earth fits this mold
Many moons ago it could dare lay low
Darkness fears the light
Like a kid in twilight
Pondering on quiet times
Spent churning the street fights
Apr 21, 2024
Apr 21, 2024 at 6:03 PM UTC
If my heart be the earth,
I'd look for peace
If my death sparked life,
I'd look to leave
And if life had meaning,
What could this be?
Dec 4, 2023
Dec 4, 2023 at 8:43 AM UTC
Why does sin linger at my porch
as if I know not what it brings...
Destruction has eyes of fury
in the eyes, it stares me down
My door swings open at the wind of malice
but shuts at the remorse of guilt
Ashamed of my roots, my being is questioned
do I deserve it?
No, How dare I...
I am not to feel as if I deserve, but to feel out of gratitude
to push on as if my breathe was to go a top everest
longing for the day of ever rest with my Father
I beg, do not scorch me
I am wanting to diverge,
Though my home has a porch of dirt that snaps at my ankle while I escape
my door shuts...
It's too late
evil has entered,
we are back at the start.
My cry is loud Lord
My wailing is a top the waves
I know you hear me, I know
Mar 7, 2023
Mar 7, 2023 at 10:09 AM UTC
Cruising around
convo to convo
One in sight
Two to crumble
Warmth in a tuck
Surely not luck
Affection explained
Like a knife that stuck
Ahead you go
Catch up's the game
Foot off the gas
"let me explain"
Exhausted by agony
Yet still we journey
Highway to love
Keep the engine furny
Elephant shoes
Recite your lips
More than just words
More of what fits
All has been penned
Love still remains
A rose that is red
Shall not be in vein.
Feb 10, 2021
Feb 10, 2021 at 5:52 AM UTC
Trapped in my dreams
With so much on my mind
I always wanted what I have
Though it feels I could reverse time
Endless laughs
Endless pain
So little sun
so much rain
Trapped in my world
Weirdness exist
Difference is canny
Future to mist
So little laughs
So much pain
Endless sun
Endless rain
Trapped in my thoughts
Cells rearranged
Depression creeping in
Loneliness explained
So much laughs
So little pain
In a perfect world
Things stay the same
Dec 19, 2019
Dec 19, 2019 at 9:18 AM UTC
If my heart was broken
How would I know?
See I thought things were ok
Until you expressed your views.
See I thought things could have changed
Until I got the news.
My imagination has been playing with me
Thinking we could be.
Oh how naive of you young lad.
If my heart was broken
How would I feel?
See I thought distance would bring us closer
It’s weird though because I feel closer
I don’t know if I supposed to
See I picture a future with you in it
I get the feeling you see a picture
But I probably couldn’t fit in it
If my heart was broken
How would I know?
I probably would know
I mean it’s not broken
But I feel it tearing
Jan 21, 2019
Jan 21, 2019 at 3:06 AM UTC
“Colorful thoughts occupy my mind”
Oh how I wish that statement was true!
Lately I’ve been thinking so hard.
Did I make the right decisions
Did I play the right cards.
“Colorful thoughts occupy my mind”
Oh how I wish you could see the truth!
Maybe you do, maybe you see it on me.
My outfit doesn’t fit,
Although my smile is still there.
“Colorful thoughts occupy my mind”
Oh how I wish you knew I was lying!
Well now you do.
You see I’ve got a nice smile but does it really matter!
Nov 25, 2018
Nov 25, 2018 at 12:03 PM UTC
Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind.
Gas! Gas! Quick, boys! – An ecstasy of fumbling,
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling,
And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime . . .
Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light,
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.
In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.
If in some smothering dreams you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie; Dulce et Decorum est
Pro patria mori.
Oct 12, 2018
Oct 12, 2018 at 4:02 PM UTC
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on that sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Oct 12, 2018
Oct 12, 2018 at 4:00 PM UTC