I spent so long thinking i knew what i wanted
or at least where i wanted to be
only now i see, i didn't know me at all
So I spent so long trying to find what i wanted
Or at least where I wanted to be
I still can only see, I don't know me at all
It used to be I was what everyone though
Barely more than what met the ear or eye
A bad caricature of a headstrong rebel
A façade for a fool with no dreams
You can only spend so much time finding what you want
Not knowing where you want to be
Before you finally see
You're just like me
And I don't know me at all
Feb 3, 2016
Feb 3, 2016 at 1:16 AM UTC
I'm not stubborn;
I just like to do whatever I want,
exactly how and when I want to,
without any compromise whatsoever,
and no
I don't need any of your help.
What?
Apr 27, 2014
Apr 27, 2014 at 5:35 AM UTC
My heart like the ocean
Ebbs & flows with the presence of the moon
Aye, the inconstant moon
In all it's silvered graces
Shimmers only of it's own accord;
Like yourself
While you light the sky
Life's burdens are but jetsam
cast away
The ship of my soul is lightened
to freely follow loves wind
where ever it does catch my sails
But in your absence
I am lost on a tumultuous sea
Likely to sink
In the wake of this tempest
I seek solace in the stars
But flotsam am I,
As I know you shine not for me
Apr 21, 2014
Apr 21, 2014 at 1:20 AM UTC
Making choices is hard,
& yet,
It is all we really do.
Day in & day out
We decide
What & what not to do.
Feb 6, 2014
Feb 6, 2014 at 1:41 PM UTC
In time we learn that the world is a cold place;
friends go off to fight wars,
relatives die from disease or drugs
and you don’t reach your goals.
Dobyns sees this
and he lives with it just like everyone else.
One can choose to make their time with people great
and know that someday it will end,
or one can recluse and feel the pain of loneliness instead of loss.
It’s a hard choice but it’s one we all make.
Feb 3, 2014
Feb 3, 2014 at 8:39 PM UTC
Tell me where I can go, he said,
just get me out of here.
Give me truth in every form, he said,
be the answer to my prayers.
Listen to this man, she said,
his poison words will taste so sweet to you.
I'm not going anywhere,
anyway.
Hero's the wrong word,
but it calms his mind.
It's what's steadying his hand.
A rationale so absurd,
he'll take what he can get to silence the voices in his head.
Give me something to believe in,
cuz I don't believe in me.
Give me something to hold on to,
and I'll cling tenaciously.
Listen to these men, she said,
their words of death will seem so wise to you.
I was never taught to care anyway.
Hero's the wrong word,
but it calms his mind.
It's what pacifies the guilt.
A rationale so absurd,
he'll take what he can get to silence the voices and he says,
I'd buy anything so I don't have to grow up poor.
I'll go anywhere for you, I'll walk through any open door.
I'd do anything to feel a part of something more.
I'll **** anyone you say to feel fear nevermore.
Hate is a strong word,
but to him it comes as easily as fear.
And fear pervades his soul. He's so far gone.
Feb 2, 2014
Feb 2, 2014 at 1:57 AM UTC
When was the last time I wrote a poem?
Lord knows its not a hobby of mine,
Shuffling words to find meaning in them;
Suppose everything deserves it's time.
Like filing through old Hallmark cards,
You find out who truly cared
And who did the obligated marred.
The pile is quickly and easily pared.
The unworthy can be cast out,
Love is a two way street.
The realization need not be a rout,
It is part of what makes it sweet.
But then again, who am I to say
What is or isn't anyway.
Feb 2, 2014
Feb 2, 2014 at 1:43 AM UTC