i walk through towns
modern in architecture
modern in travel
modern in appearance
but
the words spoke were [trapped]
that fell into the gutters of the nation
******
*******
cracker
camel jockey
****
*****
****
squaw
c o l o r e d
littered the lips of a unified nation that crumbled at its core
the moon is attainable
but
minds are trapped in ignorant comfort
too afraid to face the date their phones flashed
for a world found, little has been learn
Sep 9, 2014
Sep 9, 2014 at 10:54 PM UTC
i'm sorry i left
but i couldn't watch you fall from grace
knowing my best
couldn't save you from that place
i wish i could make your bottle my friend
so we'd have something in common
rather than the icy silence hugging us both
loved out of delusions
because reality never let us touch
it's not that i don't carebut i can't
this feeling of my heart constantly being ripped from my chest
watching you find people to destroy you
there's nothing i can do
just let me go
Sep 9, 2014
Sep 9, 2014 at 10:46 PM UTC
ever since you sold your soul to the devil, you haven't been the same.
your lips keep telling me one thing,
but your eyes won't do the same.
i watched your innocence fade,
i saw you build your brigade,
so i couldn't move in.
i wasn't pushed,
i was shoved.
though we touched,
we never loved.
i didn't feel, i created illusions,
hoping that you could fulfill them.
Sep 9, 2014
Sep 9, 2014 at 10:45 PM UTC
we strive for perfection
but perfection constantly changes
it’s never set
you work for one goal
to find it doesn’t complete your cravings
you change for one person
who could reject
you try new things
who could object
we are constantly evolving
until we find that finally one
the one that makes us into perfection for eternity
Sep 9, 2014
Sep 9, 2014 at 10:43 PM UTC
life is an ocean
life is a scrape
both flowing in one direction
waiting for an opposing force to break
the stream
the motion
bodies become one with the current
either in whole
or just a finger
you're the one to break your cycle
Sep 9, 2014
Sep 9, 2014 at 10:41 PM UTC
deep, dark, cold
fears come new and old
this isn't good for either of us
rather hold on
than be alone
rather pain familiar
than be alone
comfort like my favorite sweater
as i deal with your words
cold as winter
i filter words you spat out
trying to rinse out this doubt
comfort is hard to release
hard removing myself from the belly of the beast
i'm cold
i'm scared
i'm alone
but i was with you
so it's still at an even tone
Sep 9, 2014
Sep 9, 2014 at 10:40 PM UTC
death was rest. rest is what she craved. but until she found peace. she would never find rest. she feared what death would bring but was dying to know. there was no pun in that though she smiled to herself thinking of it. for a moment she felt clever. a sigh left her lips. she had a long day. she needed to breathe. she wonder for the souls that found no peace if they ever got to breathe or have rest. or if they were forever stressed and upset. she tensed up, her bones seems to become one. she didn’t want that. she needed peace in herself to make it in such a life as this.
Sep 9, 2014
Sep 9, 2014 at 10:38 PM UTC
why is the future so bleak, she thought to herself as she walked down the stairs. when when you manage to figure out a path you never know where that is going to go. you might have an idea but that can change as fast as the tide pulls that lose sand back to the depths of the ocean floor before you can touch it. her feet hit the last stair and she sighed. nothing was in the direction she thought it would be a year ago. yet a year ago her heart was taken and her mind was wrapped around other thoughts that did not even come into play but a few months ago. her feet led her to the coffee *** and the day begun no matter what she felt this was a life she has to form to
Sep 9, 2014
Sep 9, 2014 at 10:36 PM UTC
****** is art
and the killer is the painter
and the body is the canvas
but the act is made illegal
which makes is a fantasy
done in the mind
where sanity is lost
and the concept of right and wrong are gone
and the art is born in death
Sep 9, 2014
Sep 9, 2014 at 10:33 PM UTC
ever wondered if dreams are reality.
and reality is a dream.
if we are living in someone else’s mind.
that we aren’t real.
that we are a product of someone’s imagination.
that you are nothing.
you are the invisible friend.
Sep 9, 2014
Sep 9, 2014 at 10:31 PM UTC