If words mean nothing
Why do we waste so much breath
Telling critics so?
Apr 3, 2014
Apr 3, 2014 at 7:25 AM UTC
In my dreams, I scream
At the top of my lungs
In anger/in sadness
Scream words left unsung
My dream is not to be loud
I am loud in the real world
Perhaps too much so
In fact I’ve tried to quiet down
In my dreams
When I scream
No one listens
As if I hadn’t said a word
When I am begging to be heard
A lost cause, really
For who will hear me
Behind closed eyes
And an arcane mind
Screaming
On the inside
Mar 31, 2014
Mar 31, 2014 at 9:17 PM UTC
The entitled ones:
Snotty, stuck up, rude
Nasty, spoiled prudes
Your misery, their fun
Loosen up your buns, entitled ones
‘Cause I am in no mood
To harbor your attitude
And snooty snippy sayings sung
The desk between us that which divides
Does not right you to be snide
Entitled ones need not apply
Entitled are entitled nigh
The ones who earn entitlement
Are the ones who give respect
Possessors of this enlightenment
Such respect is what they’ll get
Treat your servers as you will with such level of pomposity
But understand that I abide by way of reciprocity
Mar 29, 2014
Mar 29, 2014 at 10:16 PM UTC
Every time you take a leap
There’s someone pulling on your shoe
To pull you back and try to keep
You from doing what you do
Naysayers!
Jealous ones,
Block-your-sun,
Wreck-your-fun
Gloom mayors
The ones who simply won’t believe
You hold the power to achieve
But they don’t know what you can do
How strong you are, they don’t know you
So we won’t let them in our way
We’ll pay no mind to nayers’ say
They’ll have to judge us from afar
For they don’t know just what we are:
No-fretters
Can’t-bother-me
Get-off-my-tree
“I-will-succeed”
Go-getters
Soon enough they’ll surely see
Just how mighty we can be
Mar 26, 2014
Mar 26, 2014 at 8:30 PM UTC
I think that when all is right with the planet
We’ll have nothing to fight for, nothing to bring
So bored and restless we can barely stand it
No mayhem to suffer no preaches to sing
With no wrongs to right we start writing wrongs
Things get pretty boring when everything’s right
For what do we stand if we cannot stand strong?
Your impact is nigh if you’ve nothing to fight
It’s hard to imagine a world without sin
Our striving for change is what makes life abundant
If the world isn’t perfect, just hold up your chin
To exist in perfection is rather redundant
Mar 25, 2014
Mar 25, 2014 at 10:44 PM UTC
It was only a dream
But how real it did seem
It isn’t real
But that’s not how I feel
If a crazy man can live in his world
Why can’t I live in mine
I understand his perception’s curled
But inside his head, it’s all in line
How can you say
What not to believe?
At the end of the day
It’s all perceived
Mar 23, 2014
Mar 23, 2014 at 10:53 PM UTC
We all have masks
But no, I will not ask
Of you to never wear
Such safety that you bare
It gets us through the day
And keeps our id at bay
Without our mask
It’d be a task
To live a civil way
For we are social beings
We need those special ties
To share our inner feelings
And free what underlies
But underlies cannot be shared
Until you’ve built a bond
And that is why we have to wear
Our mask to help belong
But if you wear it long enough
Your skin will overgrow
And what was once your social bluff
Will be the only face you know
And what is social fabric
If you’ve forgotten your despairs
Your mask’s a pointless tactic
If you’ve nothing left to share
I encourage you to wear your mask
It gets you through the fight
The only favor that I ask
Is you take it off at night
Mar 22, 2014
Mar 22, 2014 at 10:14 PM UTC
Each one who makes their mark on your story
Will be a part of your book
Some will make their mark with words of happiness,
Words of power,
Words of sadness,
Words of pain.
But all are words of gain;
Making your story fuller
They are phrases through which you phase
Some will leave you empty spaces
Some may take a whole chapter
They are questions:
Some will answer them
Some are powerful periods
(Some are secrets on the side)
One might even be so bold
As to be the stem that binds
Each one is important
And will be a part in building your book
But the one thing they shall never be
Is the pen
You hold on to that for dear life
Mar 22, 2014
Mar 22, 2014 at 3:27 PM UTC
The rise of humans
An astounding achievement
Or an utter fluke
Mar 20, 2014
Mar 20, 2014 at 7:25 AM UTC
Les mots que je mange
C’est tellement étrange
Bien qu’on sait
Ce qui est vrai,
On n’a pas le droit
De le dire comme on voit
Et on voit la même chose:
N’importe comment belle, la rose
On sent sa piqûre
Mais on ne sera pas trop dur
On ignorera sa crime
Et sera coupé par ses épines
Mar 18, 2014
Mar 18, 2014 at 7:34 PM UTC