New beginnings.
A hope for something different.
A tenuous shred of belief that the next few years will be brighter than the last.
An expectation that could be shot down by just a couple quick moments.
Your pursuit of happiness.
But the constitution never guaranteed that you'd achieve it.
But, man, you have the right to pursue it.
Open your mind.
Drink everything in.
This is your chance to turn it all around.
Oct 4, 2013
Oct 4, 2013 at 10:14 PM UTC
You exhaust me, oh night
with your brewing blanket of beauty
with the sounds of air circulating through vents
with your dark fingers that demand to
hold my attention.
let me go let me go.
Words from the soul
flow only when I'm with you, oh night.
There is no right without wrong
but where do I belong
in the blurred lines of morality.
I wish I was this, I wish I was that
Are you a person or a lab rat
under supervision of the Media,
a doctor who specializes in the swing of society.
Caught up in accepting mediocrity
You forget how frickin' great you could be.
You get in the car and fasten your seat belt yet the car isn't moving at all. It isn't moving at all 'cause you're in the wrong seat. Swing over your feet and step on the gas, and watch all the time standing pass.
But you're not this and you're not that. You're not a rat or in a car. You're in a bed, lying down, trying to tune out the sound of humming vents that echo emptiness into your ears.
"Fears," it whispers.
Oct 4, 2013
Oct 4, 2013 at 10:10 PM UTC
Anna liked to eat.
She would always wipe clean her plate of hopes and dreams because someone she loved put a limit on a world she just wanted to be a part of.
Nate wore a muzzle.
He often had barked but now was forced to swallow the words that held so much meaning because his most beloved companion didn't want to listen.
Sam shoved.
Pushing down those little feelings of uncertainty and cowardice. How helpless hope was against the rallying army of the Sad and Meek. Sam, what a bully.
Oct 4, 2013
Oct 4, 2013 at 9:46 PM UTC
I didn't understand
at all.
Not even the meer smudgeness of it.
I had left all the verses with "There is still so much I do not understand."
I tried to define it, but the definition itself was made up of symbols of symbols, leaving it
indescribable.
But time went on
as it tends to do.
And all the little moments in between had amounted to everything..
Beyond the confines of my mind, I had found it.
Like hidden messages on a window, one only had to breathe to decipher.
All I had to do was breathe.
So breathe
Oct 4, 2013
Oct 4, 2013 at 9:10 PM UTC