Wrong is wrong,
Right is right
When you've been wronged
Stand up to fight.
The winds always change,
The tides can be low or high;
You can be happy,
Or stifle your sighs.
This is your moment,
Your life is all you got;
Do you want to lie down?
Or say that you fought?
Jul 25, 2017
Jul 25, 2017 at 11:43 PM UTC
Gently, she sways,
To music unheard
Her mind speaks volumes,
Without her saying a word.
She awakens each morning,
With her heart on her sleeve;
And by the day’s end
She will lay down to grieve
There is beauty to her sadness,
A brutal truth in her lies.
She hides from the world,
Yet she has telling eyes.
Invisible battle wounds,
Scarring her mind;
Searching for a healing,
She has yet to find.
In this crazy life,
She will learn to live
Learn to take
And learn to give.
She is you,
She is me;
She is trapped,
She is free.
Everyone has battles,
That nobody sees;
Say a prayer for those who lose,
And those who feel empty.
I hope you make it through
I’ll see you on the other side;
But stay here for now,
And enjoy the ride.
Jul 5, 2017
Jul 5, 2017 at 6:56 PM UTC
Every time I close my eyes, you are there. Suffocating me into life and bringing my fresh air.
I don’t know how I got this far, without you by my side. But now I saw the edge and I’m ready for the ride
.
My arms are above my head as I let you wash over me, sending me exhilaration, making me be free.
I’ll lie down and sleep now and dream my life away; for it is a dream for me to have you here to stay.
You are my soul, my life, my breath; I will be seeing you and being you until my very death.
Jul 5, 2017
Jul 5, 2017 at 6:51 PM UTC
I bit the bullet,
But I feel gassed;
All the thing I've missed
With all that has passed.
I stand here alone,
A warrior on my own;
No one to call friend,
No place to call home.
I was happy for a time,
But that has all ended;
Nowhere to go,
Desperation, I befriended.
Don't laugh at my problem,
I'll spit in your face;
Love is a silly notion,
My feelings, displaced.
I can cry all I want to,
Reality still there;
Giggling in laughter,
Life is not fair.
I thought I loved you,
I thought you cared;
And now I realize,
You weren't actually there.
I miss my childhood,
The simplicity;
Without any blood,
I was simply free.
I'll get there one day,
I 'm still young yet;
But I know when I'm older,
All I have is regret.
Jan 8, 2013
Jan 8, 2013 at 11:06 PM UTC
She's the one you want.
The one you can't have.
With her everything is music.
Everything is clear.
You can't touch her.
Even though she longs for it.
She is alone.
Surrounded and alone.
You can't reach her.
She's beyond you.
Far far away.
Even if she's right there.
Theres happiness in her heart.
Sadness in her soul.
Eternity in her eyes.
Wisdom in her smile.
She is the whisper in the wind.
The ripple in a wave.
When she walks away,
She was already gone.
Jun 7, 2011
Jun 7, 2011 at 2:56 PM UTC
Listen to hear
Instead of feeling those
Vibrant hums.
Touch to know
Instead of touching to
feel.
See to sense
What goes beyond
Your reach.
Taste to experience
the flavors beyond
You.
Breathe to understand
The world.
Dream to hold
The power of
Knowledge in the
Midst of your mind,
Buried in the bowels
Of humanity that borders
the line of fantasy.
Let your world come to
Life as
Reality crashes around you.
Embrace the colors
between black and white.
Open your mind
And let the light flood the world.
Jun 7, 2011
Jun 7, 2011 at 2:55 PM UTC
I'll take this all,
One day I'll give it back,
Sorry if most my words,
Can't make up for what I lack.
I thank you for your time,
Though that I think I'll keep,
Sometimes I seem to need it
On the nights that I can't sleep.
I don't have much to offer,
Except that I am here;
Doesn't mean much to most people,
Unless I were to disappear.
We don't know what we have
Until it's no longer there;
But I wouldn't want to be,
So that someone would finally care.
I like to live my life,
And sometimes I laugh a lot;
It's the loving part
That I haven't really got.
All these things run through my head,
As I stare at the breaking dawn;
Hopefully I get some sleep,
I think as I loudly yawn.
When all my thoughts quiet down
I'll finally get some rest;
Though my life seems cursed,
I'm actually very blessed.
May 1, 2011
May 1, 2011 at 7:33 PM UTC
I feel like I have spoken,
All the words I've never said.
Though I know that I am living,
I mostly feel dead.
When I reach my destination,
I don't know where I am;
I care most of the time,
But don't give a ****
I dream a lot,
But I never really sleep.
I'm calm with my chaos,
Just not the havoc that I wreak.
I like the freedom of choices,
But hate to make a decision;
I'm walking against traffic,
Waiting for a collision.
I laugh when it's not funny,
It's funny because you're serious;
Most of the the apparent things,
Are actually quite mysterious.
All these woes and trials,
I'm smiling through it all;
I'm constantly off balance,
But I never seem to fall.
This is just a little insight,
To the person that I am,
I'm sorry if you don't like it,
Frankly, I don't give a ****
May 1, 2011
May 1, 2011 at 7:25 PM UTC
Everything is connected,
Knowledge is the disease;
So let's all get infected,
Instead of doing what we please.
We always are ready,
Planned excuses in our mind
Even though its unsteady;
Cuz really we are blind.
Everything has an effect,
Or does that start with 'A'?
A current defect,
Doesn't matter anyway.
We are bathed in idiocy,
Which really doesn't make sense;
Sooner or later you'll see
That's the real consequence.
I'll leave you with a thought,
It's really simple I swear,
Every line starts with a dot
And ever lines as thin as hair.
Careful where you tread,
You could just lose your toes;
The beauty of the future,
Is that nobody knows.
Mar 26, 2011
Mar 26, 2011 at 10:30 PM UTC
Yesterday I freaked out.
She told me to breathe.
But that didn't make sense.
I breath all the time.
At least if I held my breath,
I could get high off of it.
I once met a guy who was high on life
He ate the sun
And bathed in the wind
He might have worn tree bark
But I think he was just *****
He said in order to be one with yourself
You have to be one with all.
I don't think anyone wants to be one with
Themselves
We love other people's attention to much.
Thats why we stand in front of a mirror and list our flaws
That way we actually have something to talk about
I could bend over backwards to look
But all I'd see is everything upside down
I don't like being upside down
Cuz I know the other way is right side up
I don't like the other way
I like my way
Its luxury of design
I draw my life...sometimes there is sketch marks
But that's cuz I'm not a printer.
I don't particularly care for printers.
They make odd noises that sound too much
Like invader robots.
I've seen too many machine rising movies.
And I think I have seen the printer glare at me.
Probably cuz I kicked it.
It printed obscenities at me.
Speaking of obscene
You're probably wondering if this little piece of writing
Has a purpose.
Without further suspense I'm glad to announce it doesn't.
Why you even read it I couldn't begin to answer.
Why I wrote it is as mysterious as bologna.
I don't have much time left to write.
Probably a good thing because I don't have much
Write left to time.
But I implore that if you have read this that if any of it made
Sense.
Its about time to switch therapists.
Mar 26, 2011
Mar 26, 2011 at 3:57 PM UTC