*A tragic tradition from times long past
Weak of wit and hard of heart
Thus pawns are born and
Circumstance plays its part
Here we stand again, aghast
Alas, what evil has come to pass!
Questions burn, anger rises
Vengeance brews on the horizon
The world has turned for years and years
On violence and wars, and bitter tears
You build - they break, you smile - they’re fake
Injustice reigns in misfortune’s wake
Struggle for some, victory for others
Caps are waved with fair-weather feathers
Who are they, who are we?
Who is safe, who is free?
Where is the heart that knows no fear?
Where is the mind that’s always clear?
An ephemeral world, a passing phase
The old, the new
The false, the true
A blink of an eye in eternity’s gaze
Yet weak-minded malignancies
Must ply their trade of misery
Dispensed with as refuse in this life
****** as bartered souls in the next
Fate’s hand is heavy and dark is the night
For the vicious heart and feeble intellect.*
Nov 14, 2015
Nov 14, 2015 at 9:25 AM UTC
I can't seem to understand
I don't comprehend
How do 'those people'
Get ahead in the end?
We're taught to be considerate
We're taught to be understanding
But they still succeed
Without so much of an inkling.
Everyone likes a badass
Because they defy the rules
But how can the so-called 'nice' people
Feel attraction for those fools?
It seems unfair
It doesn't feel right
But at the end of the day
I guess ***** is might.
Nov 1, 2015
Nov 1, 2015 at 2:16 PM UTC
*There is a sense of timelessness in the twilight
Of time standing still and extending into the infinite
Of sadness and hope
Of yearning and satisfaction
Of unrest and peace
Where time has no meaning and
the mundane melts away into the symphony of colours in the sky..
..and your eyes follow the fading light and your soul knows its purpose once again..*
Sep 27, 2015
Sep 27, 2015 at 5:50 AM UTC
I try to fit in,
I try to believe,
That maybe someday,
They’ll like me better,
Than I like me.
It’s a constant battle,
A fight I can’t resist,
To put myself down before others,
Oh why do I persist?
I’ve been bullied,
I’ve been shunned,
This I can’t forget.
It hurts deep down inside,
So it is myself that I subject.
Why is it that,
When I want to make friends,
All these memories,
Come flooding back to me again?
I thought after all these years,
After all this time,
I had found,
That bright burning light.
I guess it isn’t so,
But maybe it is,
Confusion engulfs me,
Just as sadness did.
Sep 26, 2015
Sep 26, 2015 at 7:03 PM UTC
There's that voice,
It's calling out to me again,
Try harder,
Be smarter,
Or you'll wind up just like them.
That voice should sound familiar,
But alas it does not,
I feel like I've lost myself somewhere
Halfway through all these thoughts.
So where does that leave me?
This I'm too scared to ask,
Ignorance is bliss they say,
But sometimes it's just not.
Sep 25, 2015
Sep 25, 2015 at 6:15 AM UTC
Rap out a rhythm of hope,
Sing me a song of despair,
Write a book of confessions,
Let laughter ring through the air,
Show the world your pictures,
Give them a taste of your words,
Let them drift toward you,
Carrying their stories- pain and mirth
However long the wait,
Whichever path you take,
Whatever breaks your heart,
Whosever heart you break
Let it always bring forth art, expression and form,
The age old remedy for the suffering and forlorn,
Some say an artist must struggle, and sing songs of their hurt,
I say each individual feels the need to be heard
So let's sing out our stories,
And adorn our walls,
With paintings in tribute,
Bearing witness to all
There’s no right and no wrong
When you’re sketching a song,
Painting a poem, or dancing along!
Sep 23, 2015
Sep 23, 2015 at 3:20 PM UTC
Wander, explore,
Travel through the depths of your soul,
Set your mind free,
Free your thoughts,
Soak it all in,
Allow yourself to feel.
Break those demons down,
Thought by thought,
Piece by piece,
For they are nothing,
Don't let them bring you down,
Allow yourself to feel.
Sep 23, 2015
Sep 23, 2015 at 3:19 PM UTC
*Wandering the great abyss
Floundering in the dark
Searching the desert for an oasis,
Home fire warming the hearth
Floundering in the dark,
The lost, the fearful younger self
Home fire warming the hearth,
Faded picture on the shelf
The lost, the fearful younger self
Once vivid in imagination
Faded picture on the shelf
Juxtaposed jubilation
Once vivid in imagination
Looking back through sands of time
Juxtaposed jubilation
Travels back and forth the mind
Looking back through sands of time
Searching the desert for an oasis
Travels back and forth the mind
Wandering the great abyss*
Sep 17, 2015
Sep 17, 2015 at 3:57 AM UTC
I’m nothing special,
I’m nothing sweet,
Perhaps to change that,
Is what I want to achieve.
I’m nothing successful,
But what does that mean?
Perhaps to understand that,
Is what I want to achieve.
I don’t know where I’m going,
I don’t know what I want,
Perhaps to gain perspective,
Is what I want to achieve.
As confusion reigns all around me,
To pass the test of life,
Perhaps with flying colours,
Is what I want to achieve.
Sep 16, 2015
Sep 16, 2015 at 4:33 AM UTC
It’s been a month,
Feels like a new life,
Hopes and dreams await.
There are things that I want, things I feel,
Things that I still don’t know.
A new place,
A new home,
Exciting new things await.
What lies ahead I do not know,
I hope it's worth the wait.
Still afraid,
A little bit unsure,
Many a day I feel insecure.
Seek comfort in all that you find familiar they say,
But that’s not what this move was for.
I will still try,
I will not fail,
Determination is what I seek.
A new phase, a new life,
Is what I would like to achieve.
Sep 14, 2015
Sep 14, 2015 at 11:24 AM UTC