Realize real lies with real eyes when you see them.
Everyone has a facade you see
I spend my time observing, truly grey is the world
but of bleak sadness? no,
of hidden dishonesty? maybe.
Sure everyone harbors pain, but what makes up the rest?
the world is grey, almost black, from muddled colors
like a paint pallet
comprised of the inhabitants who fail to
realize real lies with real eyes when they see them.
Jul 8, 2013
Jul 8, 2013 at 6:49 PM UTC
I always thought I wrote poetry
long before I had intellectual friends of a-
higher caliber, in both senses of the word
I always thought I wrote poetry
long minutes I spent writing half-hearted heart-felt swill
Oh no, I thought I was oh so deep
using words like
light
fright
care, and
cry
I always thought I wrote poetry
what a fool I must have seemed
what a fool I always seemed
I stood so high and bright in the purposeful shadows of
Teen Angst;
Oh its so cool to be a fool it seems, I just might try it,
but when everything is heartbreak and betrayal...
I always thought I wrote poetry,
what a fool I must have seemed.
Jul 8, 2013
Jul 8, 2013 at 6:10 PM UTC
Call to arms! my boys of fortune
we come in stride or fall behind
What is our strength? Yet to say
it just depends on how we feel that day
Sabotage! my boys of fortune
you're falling far behind
Can you catch up? who's to say
it just depends on how you feel that day
Many names for what we are
yet most are so untrue
Most disgrace the point in case
But I can see the rebel in you
Jan 17, 2013
Jan 17, 2013 at 3:46 PM UTC
I have a million words written here
none of them are really mine
all of them are replications
of something for more divine
than I
We all take and take and take some more
we don't realize that we give
our words and thoughts, feelings and actions
the things that make the living want to live
as if
These words are not my own
they're handed down through time
but I don't think it really matters.
Yeah, don't worry. I'll be fine.
Jan 17, 2013
Jan 17, 2013 at 3:38 PM UTC
The tears, they well inside me
and start their hot, wet flow
I can't control them anymore
I miss you. Where'd you go?
It must have been so long ago
though I cry like its today
but on the off chance I was wrong
I've written to you every day
I fear i've lost you to someone else
I watched them take their grip
on your arms and legs and neck and back
I saw your face but still...
I cry on like its just today
the memories had hit me once again
its like as if I'd forgotten them
and then remembered all over again
My insides ache when I think of the one
who stole you away from me
I saw him smile a devious smile
as he forced you away form me
But one day I will find you
my love will find you too
cause one day, I am sure of it
I'll be in Heaven just like you...
Jan 17, 2013
Jan 17, 2013 at 3:34 PM UTC
This is how it feels to be tired
you want to do everything, but
at the same time
you feel like dying for Christ's sake.
This is how it feels to be awake
there's never a thing to do, but
at the same time
you feel like you're wasting the day
Don't we all wish for a happy medium?
Dec 7, 2012
Dec 7, 2012 at 11:44 PM UTC
For the unworthy stands forgiveness
and judgment, impassable
for the weak stands pity
and the shame, substantial
for the sad stands comfort
and loneliness, impenetrable
for one, I don't supply
the type of emotion needed for such an arrangement
Nov 16, 2012
Nov 16, 2012 at 10:47 PM UTC
Add a reptant beat to the ones that already exist
hang up your headphones and turn around
Why are you ignoring me?
Oct 10, 2012
Oct 10, 2012 at 11:08 PM UTC
Oh, where did all the thoughts go?
seems like wind blew them away
Oh, where are all the people?
I had such faith in our race
But when we're slowly killing ourselves
we aren't really thinking so much, are we.
Some think...
the government is taking us down
Some say...
we've got our head in the clouds
Haha, oh well
I won't live in a world
where my thoughts will not be heard
and you know what?
right now?
I don't care.
Oct 10, 2012
Oct 10, 2012 at 11:04 PM UTC
Oh! I don't really know.
a chorus of answers to a simple question
you know I wonder about myself right now
about sanity and all that...
how dull for me to be alone
I have other ideas...
the tenants inside of me all fight for a voice
the first me hopes to fit in
the first me always begins
number two is coming through
I don't know how she came in
she's cruel, you know
oh, how dull is your glazed stare
why look at me?
I'm only laughing at you
number three doesn't care
number three is always there
an empty smile is usually what I show
that occupies my space
while numbers one and two fight for peace within
Sep 28, 2012
Sep 28, 2012 at 7:17 PM UTC