Always pay attention
When someone else is speaking
If it didn't mean something to them
They wouldn’t talk about it at all
Always listen closely
For the answers you are seeking,
May be closer than you think
Found in the ramblings of that call
Imagine if you will
A world where everyone cared
Where they leaned ear in intently
Instead of filling our heads with doubt
Maybe we'd all be happier;
Collectively less scared
We could solve all of life's problems
If we just heard everybody out
You see confidence builds greatness
Yet we continue to put each other down
Jealousy and rage keep us from turning the page
Even when the story could teach us something profound
Jun 13, 2016
Jun 13, 2016 at 4:17 PM UTC
The power of my spoken word
Is little if they're left unheard
And if thet stay inside my head
They might as well be words unsaid
Jun 11, 2016
Jun 11, 2016 at 8:25 PM UTC
Not bent
Broken
Snapped
To the point where you can't see me
Not that you did anyway
Maybe I blinded you
Maybe you were always blind
But now, for sure my mind is
Snapped
Broken
Leaving
I was supposed to bend
I was supposed to have strength
But I guess that it all left, so now I'm
Broken
Snapped
Gone
May 31, 2016
May 31, 2016 at 8:25 AM UTC
They flow and I am left
Confused and sad and a mix of a million other things
But I can't say any of them
I am a man
I put up walls to keep people out
And bite my cheek to hold back tears
I need to look strong, to put on a brave face
I am a man
Who cares
Maybe everyone, but I don't see that
My sight is blocked by walls that I put up
so now No one can see me, and I see no hope,
only darkness
Yet somehow words seep through the cracks
I can't see the source but the words are clear
They break down the walls, and they flow
Am I a man?
May 29, 2016
May 29, 2016 at 2:59 PM UTC
*Dont love her.
Because
She will
Love you more than herself.
Give more than what you deserve.
Ignore her pride for you.
Give you letters.
Do surprises.
Kiss you unexpectedly.
Hug you at your weakest.
Care for you and your fam.
Dont love her
Because
She will not
Expect you to love her more than yourself.
Ask you to give the world.
Expect you to lower your pride.
Force you to write her a universe.
Demand for surprises.
Seek for attention more than you give for family.
Request for hugs and kisses.
Just dont love her.
If you cant keep her.
Please dont.
If you'll just let go of her.*
May 29, 2016
May 29, 2016 at 11:14 AM UTC
I can't say it...
Not anymore
I love you are that will now strike a discord
I love you is a phrase I simply cannot afford
Conversations won't be ending with I love you anymore....
May 23, 2016
May 23, 2016 at 7:29 PM UTC
Is I wrong to seek a piece of myself
when I could be whole with what we have?
Is it wrong to want to put distance between us
before your a million miles away?
Is it wrong that lack of connection with you
makes me want to seek it with someone else?
Is it wrong to say I love you
when thoughts of leaving you are in my head?
Is it wrong that my deep desire for you
is slowly pushing me away?
Is it wrong that this dreary monotony
Makes me wish I'd left yesterday?
Is it wrong that my life and myself
seem to constantly push us apart?
May 22, 2016
May 22, 2016 at 10:14 AM UTC
Fake smiles hide real pain.
Fake stories hide real shame.
Fake laughs hide real fears.
Fake emotions hide real tears.
Fake words, and real lies,
Cause fake friendships and real fights.
Fake promises of real dreams
Make people crack cry and scream
But kind words make people smile.
Real people leading real lives
Is exactly what this world needs
So we can stop smiling fake smiles.
May 8, 2016
May 8, 2016 at 11:46 AM UTC
Maybe
Maybe if I stopped venting to a screen
And coping with videos
Or if I stopped "talking" and talked
If I could only trust
If I didn't feel the need to be strong
If I wasn't an example
Maybe then I could tear down walls that restrict me
Walls that I made
Walls that keep my maybe from being possible
And maybe if they were torn down
Maybe then I wouldn't feel alone in crowds
Or fake whenever I talked to people
Maybe I could connect with people
Or I could feel real
Or even alive
Maybe..... just maybe....
May 4, 2016
May 4, 2016 at 1:53 PM UTC
I know a few things.
I know that being in church doesn't save you
And I know every other one liner a minister will say
I know I'm imperfect
I know what I've done in dark rooms,behind closed doors
And I know what lurks in the dark recesses of my mind
Things taken from a screen and from the mouths of others.
I know of the darkness that they bring
Darkness which permeates throughout your entire being;
That reaches the deepest part of the soul.
I know the pain of chains digging deep into flesh,
and I know what they rip apart
Joy
Sanity
Hope
But I know the Bliss of when they break.
I know about whirlpools,
The hopeless downward spiral,
And how no matter how hard you fight against them you need someone to pull you out.
I know how people see me.
Leader
Blessed
Perfect
And I know they only have fractured knowledge
They don't search deeply
They know as a student does,
Just enough to get by... no more
and I know if they did know their views would twist, why?
Because I know chains still bind me,
I know that no matter how much I rip them out and tear off parts of myself I can't break the chains,
I know if I just stopped knowing and acted I might have a chance.
But until then...chains remain.
No one sees them because I put on fly clothes to cover up
But I know they remain.
They stay because this whirlpool spits them back on me
and I know until I get help I need but have never known I will not know freedom.
I know of my helper and I don't deserve him
I know all the grime that is on me
Blood, tears, and nervous sweat mixed to create my foul coat.
But thankfully he responds more to dirt and tears than to white smiles.
So I'm choosing to stop knowing.
I am presenting to him all of my filth all my dirt and all of its wretchedness.
He will look through it and see me.
This great helper, whom I never deserved, will look upon my filth but see through and find treasure.
And he will rejoice,
He'll take me into him home and give me a bath to wash off all of the dirt that I've flung onto myself.
He will cut the chains and cast them as far as east and west.
And then me, this orphan who searched for completeness in substance and through screens, will be made complete.
I will be washed pure, and with the grime gone I will barley be recognizable because I've been made new.
Then I know that I will be with my helper, my restorer forever, without chains, whirlpools, screens, or any other filth
Just me and the man who put me back together.
Apr 24, 2016
Apr 24, 2016 at 11:49 AM UTC