Like some ungodly weight
Straight from my back and shoulders.
This ink that I've been given left me stronger, even bolder,
See how long I have been hunched,
Like some tortured, aging mule.
The pages burning ink and fury, I'm the fire not fool.
Touch ground for one last second
Weightless now I touch the clouds.
Never stopping for a second, I am never coming down.
Jul 1, 2015
Jul 1, 2015 at 11:42 PM UTC
What would you see if the world flipped round?
Would the wall come crashing down?
Or could the sky fall down in shame?
At the loathing destructive game.
Under, Under the monster calls.
Writhing for the small foot falls.
Flashing teeth of molten red.
Would would save the victims head?
Once again he rumbles on,
Still the watchers pass along,
Dreading once a sniveled cry,
The little shrieks, no more like whines.
Above it watches for glorious meal.
A final scream and snap and peal.
Once running scared the little feet.
Revel in the devils defeat.
Under, Under the stories go,
With fright, sorrow, and doom below.
But mighty mighty is the strife.
Now go and save just one more life.
Jul 1, 2015
Jul 1, 2015 at 11:25 PM UTC
They say we live,
That the sun goes round,
But where you when my lights went out?
They say we fly,
With white wings we hide,
But who's to say when or how high?
They act according to,
Of what i cannot say,
But will we see a brighter day?
They say They say,
With mouths open wide,
But I found someone with open eyes.
I say I say,
For love of earth,
This child of love see's no rebirth.
To they to they,
I do proclaim,
Not bird or flower is to blame.
Jul 1, 2015
Jul 1, 2015 at 11:14 PM UTC