as we hurtle through deep open space,
at a resoundingly dangerous fast pace.
dependent upon wings we've never had,
relishing the good, and suffering the bad.
We, are composed of seven octillion atoms,
walking this earth in God's universal patterns.
spawned from womb, and bound for the tomb,
moving through life, as we walk through rooms.
Mar 25, 2014
Mar 25, 2014 at 9:25 PM UTC
People can be stupid
Foolish
You don't use love to save yourself
But you don't save yourself alone
You live and you love
You have to grab life by the horns
That's how you win
You fix things for yourself
And when the time comes
Someone will fix you with you
And you'll do the same
Love is about together
Not healing
Not even happiness
It's about together
Family
Friends
Enemies
Lovers
No matter what kind of love it is
Love is many as one
Forever
Mar 24, 2014
Mar 24, 2014 at 1:49 AM UTC
Scars last forever
But pain does not
Some cats are clever
While others are not
Sometimes i feel lonely
Occasionally i'm great
People are so phony
So lets just celebrate
Hate is a strong emotion
So please just keep the peace
My life's in constant motion
Sometimes we need release
Mar 24, 2014
Mar 24, 2014 at 1:47 AM UTC
A new chapter is scary
Like a whole entire new book
My mind's still stuck in the last one
And I don't know how I look.
Mar 24, 2014
Mar 24, 2014 at 1:44 AM UTC
once, i liked a guy
who was good with his words,
a poet, if you will.
it didn't take long
to realize that was all
he was good with,
and relationships
were at the bottom
of that list.
now i wonder
if those two traits
go hand in hand.
it's not hard
only to want love
to write about.
Mar 24, 2014
Mar 24, 2014 at 1:23 AM UTC
one a.m. thoughts tossing me around in the surging turmoil of
my cluttered brainwaves, surfing them like elastic
waves in the ocean's tide, bobbing up and down
up and down
one a.m. is lonely tonight, wishing the clock would
stop and give me the gift of time
so I can drink in the darkness and become
numb to these thoughts
thoughts of you, thoughts of leaving, thoughts of leaving you
one a.m. thoughts leave me craving something I can never hope to find
searching through the dark for a light
that only morning can bring
why do I keep searching here in the dark?
here, at one a.m.
when sleep slips out from between my fingers and buries itself beneath these crashing waves
Mar 24, 2014
Mar 24, 2014 at 1:14 AM UTC
I lost a part of myself when I let you in. You took me over slowly and then all at once, the way waves do in a storm. It all starts calm. It's truly beautiful in the beginning, but the damage after the tempest is often left not completely repairable for years. They say time heals all wounds, but maybe all time does it help us forget how broken we really are.
Mar 24, 2014
Mar 24, 2014 at 1:11 AM UTC
The blank page lies open,
Like a freshly fallen field of snow,
Ready for me to leave my mark
In mucky prints of ink;
Dark across it's ****** slopes
I have little issue with speaking the unspoken,
But begin to falter in breaking the unbroken.
The page is inscrutable; oppressively immutable,
But it's inexcusable to deny its aspiration.
So I must bite my lip and gird my *****
Break the unbroken and spoil the unspoiled.
But if I set off will I stumble?
What if I fall?
What if the penprints I leave across the field of my page go nowhere after all?
Well there are many fields, and many pages;
And on this long journey; many stages.
I roll in the snow and make a mess;
Start with a word and see what comes next.
So just explore where the blank page leads you.
It may not go where you expect.
Mar 24, 2014
Mar 24, 2014 at 1:03 AM UTC
In a cup or a glass, a bottle or a flask
Liquid courage masquerades as personality
Everyone wants to be someone else sometime
So choose a poison and swallow inhibitions
Be that someone, or someone else
Control is an illusion
Courage cannot be purchased or consumed
Bluffing affability through a counterfeit life
Found in a cup or a glass, a bottle or a flask
Mar 24, 2014
Mar 24, 2014 at 1:01 AM UTC