We breathe
Even when we're broken
I know now
What real pain is
It is the awkward silence
When I choose myself over you
And you hate me for it.
May 17, 2020
May 17, 2020 at 2:39 PM UTC
A box full of nonsense words
The first word
SENSE
Aug 15, 2018
Aug 15, 2018 at 3:34 PM UTC
When he is in a black mood
There is thunder and lightning
Sometimes he cries
When he is in a bright mood
There is sunshine and butterflies
It's dazzling and warm
My friend
He is beautiful and moody
My friend, the sky
Aug 15, 2018
Aug 15, 2018 at 3:33 PM UTC
Born again in a bent and broken world and still
I keep feeling the same...
Pain after pain, slowly pulsing, tightly curled...
Old days I'm re-living...pressure and confusion...
Always begging to be forgiven...all the time fear and every minute stress...
Jumbles, stumbles...a catastrophical mess
Surface broken and a million faults on my core
I'm sorry...I cannot live anymore
Aug 2, 2018
Aug 2, 2018 at 9:50 AM UTC
Is the voice a part of the body?...how then,if so,do souls communicate??
What does a soul look like and how does it sound? Could our voices be the signature of who we are within...a print??
Or is a gathering of souls going to be like a gathering of deaf mutes without sign language?....or maybe souls use telepathy as a means to communicate??
It may well be so....
Aug 2, 2018
Aug 2, 2018 at 9:46 AM UTC
I see a man in you, the man who fought for freedom
I know a man's in you, the man who longed for peace
I met a man in you, I knew he had a dream...
I want that man in you, to come forth and make a change
Aug 2, 2018
Aug 2, 2018 at 9:42 AM UTC
Sixteen miles of walking along a road..
Rampaged by rampant thunder..
Think not lowly of the traveler then..
If he might fall or blunder..
For broken bones shant stop this man..
Nor will the anticipation..
Because he feels that torture or torment..
Is just part of education..
Aug 2, 2018
Aug 2, 2018 at 9:36 AM UTC
My life from afar
Always reaching for a distant star
Never stopping to wonder ‘if’
Constantly hoping til hope goes stiff
My life to a child
Always kept from going wild
Trying always to never cry
Refusing to bid my dreams goodbye
My life to me
Never believing what I see
Always looking beyond what’s here
Paying no mind to building fear
My life in reality now
All these winds cause me to bow
I’m just one in a huge, huge crowd
This silent music sounds so loud
My life to God
A pretty pea in a pod
Beautiful, in his eyes
Like the tiny twinkles in the skies
Aug 2, 2018
Aug 2, 2018 at 8:39 AM UTC
Ringing ruthless, shrill
In my ears I place a pill
Momentarily numb my brains
To **** the thoughts and blur the pains
Drunk with sheer hopelessness, I am blind
In a daze that’s somehow kind
I don’t wish to deal with hope, it’s what causes global warming
It’s always growing without warning
And hurting people who could once cope
Inside I’m slowly burning
Where’s all that heat supposed to go?
Perspiring all that hurt
That wears the ozone layer
Like rock wears ***
Aug 2, 2018
Aug 2, 2018 at 8:38 AM UTC
As a willow wisps in a breeze uncertain
As it rudely pushes and pulls at a curtain
Of air in the house of the outdoors
She’s a temper more senseless than wars
Our miss has got reasons to pain
Causes that will dampen the rain
Disasters her constant alias
They burn hope like tissue in pyres
Good fortune to her is unknown
Her best friends her dumb and mute phone
And so I really don’t believe myself mistaken
In assuming that her smile’s painstaking
Lead lady of teary tale, Ophelia!
Twin in pain and tragedy to Miss Miserabelia.
Aug 2, 2018
Aug 2, 2018 at 8:26 AM UTC