Could we make two halves of the world?
The abusers , the capitalist , the terrorists and the colonists to one side with all the land , oil, and riches they want. While the rest the dream weavers , the children , the peace makers, and farmers on the other with the lands, the plains, and the waters as one .
One half will end in destruction the other in construction
One half will have peace on the other half no sleep.
We should see who will last the longest ,who will prevail.
There's a place for everyone on the peace side but the people on the other side would only want for a piece from the least, the rest only a hand full of people to do their work. On the hate side they see progress they steal what they can from the land, not give what they could for the future. Eventually we all lay down our arms to lay in arms and drift to sleep , As I watch out my window counting many sheep. I'm wide awake dreaming of a place I've never knew. A world years a way, a world split in two.
Sep 18, 2014
Sep 18, 2014 at 6:01 PM UTC
I think it's sad when I do something just to say it's done. When I can't find the passion I had in your everyday words. I can't tell you I've made a mistake, I decided to talk that day what a shame. I don't want to write so anyone can read, I want to write hoping someone will actually hear.
I want... I need so desperately for someone to hear.
I've made a mistake , but I can't turn back and I can't change it. I can't fix any of this. I want to be better I want for change , I want for simple.i want to go to sleep hoping I wake up not from my dreams,But into a reality that brings more for my humanity. I want to live. I want to be alive again. I'm tired of trying I've went back to the lie again. Not a thing has changed and nothing ever will.
Jun 16, 2014
Jun 16, 2014 at 5:15 PM UTC
That being ignored is said to cause almost as much pain physically as it does mentally. Imagine being a part of the scenery, constant beam that holds everything in place . To be some what of a wallpaper, something pretty to look at now and then but passed by on a daily basis.You are the chair at the end of the table no one bothers to sit in, turned down because you aren't the "regular chair" have no wear and tear. Imagine feeling like a star, a literal star that everyone steals warmth from that makes the whole planet livable . But no one I've ever known has looked up to say thank you to the sun. Because it's expected of it, as it is of the beam, as it is of the wall paper, as it is of the chair.
Jun 12, 2014
Jun 12, 2014 at 11:05 PM UTC
2 Am:
Laying in my bed , saying to myself ,"Get me outta here,I have to go."
2:30 Am:Sitting in his seat, thinking to myself , speaking out "Get the me outta here, I have to go."
2:45 Am : I'm riding on the freeway just he and me , the sky is getting dimmer. Rows of house, A park, a bench , and a gazebo. The luxury of the innocent and ignorant
3:14 Am: we're parked , let's have an adventure . All the while I'm thinking again," get me outta here, I have to go"
3:46 Am : "I have to get you home." "I know"
4:00 Am: the water falls down my body into a pool reminding me of my ***** reflection, I send no text I say no words I lay silent in bed and realize I'm not that voice in my head . She's still tapping on the walls saying , "let me out , come on. Get me outta here I have to go"
Jun 12, 2014
Jun 12, 2014 at 10:41 PM UTC
By who's definition? I could be gone or beaten but I've chosen to keep moving,better late than never? My life can't and doesn't move at the same speed, I'm just not conventional.By what standards must I live? There's been a lot of adversities I've had to muffle through , who knows of these silent wars ? No one has asked I haven't bothered to tell.
These are real things . This is the weight of holding things , they have won I have lost . But I haven't given up. I've lost so much to get so little, it's almost endless, i still have direction I still have drive.
What if I have been in need of a friend too? To be one and to have?
Jun 12, 2014
Jun 12, 2014 at 10:28 PM UTC
I wonder how you'll feel when you notice my accentuated curves,
How hard I'm working to atone for the distaste I had for my body.
How hard you'll sweat when you realize that the lust you thought I had was love.
Or the Downright rejection I had to endure to realize the problem isn't me.
I don't mind waiting on the bench for my spot on the playing field with you to be free.
Jun 6, 2014
Jun 6, 2014 at 1:18 AM UTC
*Happy , whole, complete
As though the sun was shining directly on us
I didnt want to leave,
Like I was surfing emotions
Like a head rush
Like never before
Like a cloud
Like a new pair of sneakers
Like I was floating
Like I was falling
Like the first of everything
As though we were standing still
While the world continued to spin
Like I'm elated
Like you could be the best
Unfortunately im way too nervous to tell you any of this.*
Mar 3, 2014
Mar 3, 2014 at 9:31 PM UTC
Even on days like these you cant give up, you've got to keep moving the worlds going to live on even on dreamless nights you have to try to close your eyes and sleep.
Feb 23, 2014
Feb 23, 2014 at 5:28 PM UTC
i've been longing for a body which could never have kept me warm.
Reaching arms stretched above my frame catching far-flung reality
Active against this claiming, taken over by this divine will.
The thought of these verse's and vices.
My pipe dream of complete armistice .
I had not known of its falsity , only of my craving for shared naked truth
After a radical soul with a particular Glimpse into lifes inner working.
Able to travel and willing to leave.
Trying hard to play catch'up, but unable to find the real me.
Long after running away from the bad , life got a little easy.
Found a new challange that highlighted all of my dreams.
Finally able to communicate because I'm in touch with me.
Oct 18, 2013
Oct 18, 2013 at 1:34 PM UTC