This isn’t the way I should live my life
Cursed by other people mistakes
Finding my way out this strife
I think I’m strong, that I have it takes
To overcome all that’s happened, all that’s be done
Not looking, ignoring the past
So that I’m able to face what’s to come
Refusing to become just another victim
You can swing at me
You can call me names
I am strong
I can take the pain
You can make me hurt
And treat me like dirt
But you will not break me
Because I am strong
Mar 21, 2018
Mar 21, 2018 at 12:32 PM UTC
Love her like
She's the raging sea,
Unrestrained and dark and deep.
And you crave her touch
Through aching pores
As you slowly drown in sleep.
Love her like
She's the tender storm,
A lovely shade of grey.
Like with every whiff
Of breath she takes,
She's taking yours away.
Love her like
She's the silent clouds
With calmness floating by.
Like you'd want to make
Sweet love to her
Under the moon's apocalyptic eye.
Love her like
She's the blazing fire,
And you lust the candied pain.
Like she's the disease
That swallowed you whole
And you'd like to die again.
When her gentle touch
Makes your chest explode,
And your addiction is your girl.
Promise you'll love her
Through hell and back,
Or don't you dare love her at all.
Aug 23, 2016
Aug 23, 2016 at 9:41 AM UTC
Friends forever, you promised.
Never to part, you said.
But now we've fought,
Words were thrown between us...
And now I'm lying here crying on my bed.
Part of me feels,
That it'll never be the same...
Sure we've fought before,
But they were always fixed,
And we both took responsibility to the problem,
But in this one fight,
You said there was only one person to blame...
Me.
I've always been there for you.
And I know I always will,
Because I cared about you then,
And I care about you still.
Friends forever,
Was what we said we'd always be,
But look what's happened today,
We've fought and now you are gone...
So what I really need you to see,
Is what you made it feel like,
All the tears I've cried,
The hurt I've felt all through the night,
You said friends forever,
But really,
It was friends for never.
Aug 20, 2016
Aug 20, 2016 at 4:44 AM UTC
The hardest part of any friendship
is when it is time to say goodbye,
and even though I wished I could make you stay,
I know I got to let you spread your wings and fly.
For life is a journey that needs to be travelled
and I am certain you'd make it through,
I just want you to know and never forget
that I will surely miss you.
So follow your heart and never give up,
as dreams and wishes do come true,
for I know that someday we'll meet again,
so never forget I will be praying for you.. :-(
Aug 8, 2015
Aug 8, 2015 at 4:41 PM UTC
Young man with braided hair.
"But that's for girls!"
Yet he does not care.
Through braids, he's one with the natural world
Elaborate feathered head dress
Upon a woman's head.
"Those are simply meaningless."
But the tradition is not dead.
"Aboriginals are lazy."
They hunt and skin animals everyday
This renders you crazy!
Very hard work, I would say.
You call them uneducated,
For "They are not smart."
They should not be degraded.
You've been different from the start.
"Their skin is always red."
You may be fairly close.
But their hearts are not dead.
Like yours, each beat is a song note.
"They live off of alcohol."
That's a fairly generic thought.
It's not the case at all.
We've given reason to drink to numb the pain.
Dark hair and dark eyes,
Is how they're often seen
In this racist world we live in.
Perhaps, we only see what's skin deep.....
May 16, 2015
May 16, 2015 at 12:02 PM UTC
How could I ever forget you,
When you are my other half the part that
makes two,
You mean so much to me,
And that everyone can see,
Best friends drifting off into the sea,
Me and you side by side,
Something like Bonnie and Clyde,
You watch over me like I do for you,
And I know you care for me too,
You are the best,
Without there being any test,
You'r always there,
So I know that you care,
My best friend, my life, and my brother,
And there will never be another.
Mar 12, 2015
Mar 12, 2015 at 4:19 PM UTC
T'was the gleaming dawn that those fairies poked from the veils of flowers and caught on hair were the pedals of the healthy sun. When the age was young and time knew not of itself, the hills were not corrupt.
The wings of faeryflies and butterflies were tarnished not, but were glode upon by the winds of aimless grace; Thus they were always at Heaven's feet. Racing upon the glorified mountains were the badgers and bears lined in unison, smiling and perfect. The sun bound its rays to the shoulders of grass hills like eyes of Gods upon their children. Stood ***** were housing trees of the nested kind, fertile and lush.
Lazy and idle slumped man happy and lethargic, hypnotized by that herbal glory that was his natural home. That of a kind that had been stolen in past tales but was revived in that timeless moment that could be lived and lived again alone in the forest to the east. Winged reptiles fluffed with fur dove from penetrating limbs and sung to the distance in inspiration. Perked were the ears of the majestic and gorgeous felines, born of the deserts that were the companions of kings. Not caring to hunt, lapped the wolves and dogs laying with the enemies of ages gone. Now only peace was reigning.
Books and poems spoke of nothing new for the moment had found itself in heaven. The poets had no magic to convey and the authors nothing to tell, the scientists nothing to document. Thus the dreams of Children and Gods poured like water of the loveliest kind, sparkling with diamonds quenching the soul of the population. Food grew lush and free like fruits of divine knowledge upon that giving tree!
Ritual and rite spoke of many diverse Deities and contact was non-denominational. Praise rose to the highest and rang of the clouds which were glided upon like notes of bards to which realms beyond one could go no further to speak! This was the realm from which language was born and art was bare in its true identity. This was where the onyx was carven by the Lord's anvil, given by the spirit of blacksmiths, and craftsmen of the like. Within those onyxes was night's essence and dwelling within the diamonds of day was a rainbow of fantasy hills free from decay!
Giants gave free rides to the ones below with lifted songs of magic, levitating them free from natural bounds! The trees grew miraculously at speeds unknown to time lines perceived but was of time construed as God Speed. Bushes bared fruits of rainbow colors and iridescent visual illusion! Beautiful and bold were the tastes that quenched the deepest of yearnings. Salt liquid would drip from the children as they skipped from haven to haven with baskets woven on crafty mothers said to know of love. Those mothers would lullaby their babies to worlds of sorts known in mythologies of ageless civilizations! Lifted and beaming the children were transformed to angelic entities with harps of berceuses. Emanating were visual paradises transcendent of worldly nature but only known to the angels and the ears that were graced by glory!
Proud were the further generations of what had been laid out by their tall, masculine birth fathers. Unholy language was unknown but only the ecstasy of heaven poured from lips like nectarous liquor.
The forests were lined with prairies of diverse flowers sprinkled and gazed upon by moons and suns of worlds magical and beyond! Stumbling, the mossy giants wore clothes of Pan and draped were their leaves over their limbs reaching for love and what may lay beyond those wreathes.
The soaked floor of druid woods were vibrant and lively. Untrodden paths bore magical potions and herbs that once ingested sung through the guest's frame till ecstasy was found and language no longer made distinct the inevitable unison that those vibrations of time had strung through countless, and meaningless ages. Entered would be a realm beyond form, void and the concept of either. But only would love and the moment of now float like stars of unfathomable material buoyant in the womb of worlds. And sprung from what would be perceived as void came all the heavens and what lay beneath those shaman's and kahuna's ingrown feet.
Embedded were the children of time, one with nature and naked in themselves and free to breathe what ever purified and holy air that cuddled their outlines like a mother does her child.
Spoke from ten thousand horns were the tales of Lords and Gods and kingdoms that laid harmonious upon mother earth. No matter how the bard of the local bar was spoken, crazy he would be deemed by men who now hid this knowledge from those who knew not of the possibility. In all languages that soul would speak to all ears ignorant to difference but had love for only the song. And now still the gift of imagination and the boundless feats that it could manifest were passed along like feathers and leaves upon the passing river. Sought and caught were the treasures of language to those who knew of translation. And lullabied were those Gods and Angels who heard of the transmissions.
But now only the drunken bard lay sloppy and tired beneath that tree that somehow taught him of nature and the wisdom that it held. And off into the distance sprang the vibration of his passing mumblings like songs of nonsense upon that aimless wind.
Oct 29, 2014
Oct 29, 2014 at 7:28 AM UTC
I don’t need you. I can smile without you. I can live and I can breathe.I don’t need you so that I can be me...
I can stand on my own. I can make my own way I don’t need you to hold my hand to get me through the day...
I can climb mountains without you there to push me through I can make it, I can do it, I am me without you...
Oct 11, 2014
Oct 11, 2014 at 1:47 AM UTC
A relationship is a connection between two individuals. When two people fall in love it has become a loving relationship. The relationship has moved from two people simply in contact with each other to two people who can't get enough of each other. A loving relationship may build slowly like a train coming in the distance until when it get to you it emits a deafening roar. Or you may be two people totally oblivious to the relationship that is developing when suddenly you are hit with the realization that you have fallen in love.
Aug 27, 2014
Aug 27, 2014 at 1:41 PM UTC
I'd still thought that everything I thought about that day-the shame, the fear-would fade in time. But that hadn't happened. Instead, the things that I remembered, these little details, seemed to grow stronger, to the point where I could feel their weight in my chest. Nothing, however stuck with me more than the memory of stepping into that dark room and what I found there, and how the light then took that nightmare and made it real... ;-(
May 30, 2014
May 30, 2014 at 1:51 AM UTC