The key to life isn't happiness.
The key to life is the feeling of accomplishment.
If you have accomplishment you find happiness.
If you have happiness you have the key to life.
So in reality,
I guess the key to life is happiness?
Oct 19, 2012
Oct 19, 2012 at 5:00 PM UTC
You miss the loved ones
but its the little things that are absent.
The one strand of their hair left on a winters coat
and eyelash lingering on a cheek.
A hidden note
remembered after a struggling week.
Trying to find a heart's antidote
attempting not to feel so bleak.
But you realize that it takes one breath in your lungs
to make you see that you are not a fragment.
Oct 13, 2012
Oct 13, 2012 at 4:11 PM UTC
Running through life
fearing the future,
fearing whats next;
running from life.
Oct 13, 2012
Oct 13, 2012 at 3:27 PM UTC
Yesterday on the curb
my life ended.
The curb bit me,
the grand master was controlling it,
controlling the curb.
The horrible curb tried to hurt me,
and succeeded.
The curb wasn't' sorry for what it had done.
It apologized but didn't mean it.
It said it was sorry.
It wasn't sorry.
But guess what, curb?
I have a bulldozer that won't be sorry either.
Oct 1, 2012
Oct 1, 2012 at 5:15 PM UTC
The colors go
Splat.
Splat,
In the blank expression.
Splat,
Splat,
In the face of society.
Splat,
Splat,
In the heartless people.
Splat,
Splat,
In the tormented culture.
Splat,
Splat,
In the edges of darkness.
Splat,
Splat.
Splat goes the colors throughout the World.
Oct 1, 2012
Oct 1, 2012 at 5:04 PM UTC
Dreaming is when you think about how your life could be.
What could happen,
the what 'ifs' of life.
I dream all the time,
I dream because
My life is a dream.
The life I live is full of my dreams.
How could I ask for anything better then that.
Oct 1, 2012
Oct 1, 2012 at 4:43 PM UTC
The hurt
the frustration
being left
Left for what?
Left forever?
Left for the better good?
The better good of what?
Left
Not just left
abandoned
abandoned on a curb
not just a curb
the curb outside my home
Why is it that I am always being left?
Why is it that I am always being abandoned?
Sep 15, 2012
Sep 15, 2012 at 10:34 PM UTC
The simplicity of words;
how they are just the alphabet rearranged.
They mean so many different things depending the order.
Some are different though,
some have different shapes and sounds.
Words are a weird concept.
I guess in the end they really aren't simple but more majestic
but not just majestic but overwhelming,
but overwhelming doesn't sound right either.
Words, i don't think there is any way to describe them.
But maybe, just maybe
Breathtaking.
Sep 15, 2012
Sep 15, 2012 at 10:23 PM UTC
The man blanketed in nervousness
Darting across the faded stripes
Wrapped in second hand clothes
Nothing appealing.
The man envisions future events
Pondering on the choices he will make
Soiled from a hard day’s work
Nothing appealing.
The man clenching the wonders
Smiling when he sees her
Presenting the flowers
Everything appealing.
Sep 15, 2012
Sep 15, 2012 at 10:09 PM UTC