Visions I see
I can't sleep
Eyes wide open
In the dark
Laying watching
Trying to sleep
Listen to nothing
But my heart beat
The day ahead is planned for
People I might meet there are words for
Mistakes that may be made are dealt with
In the corners of my mind
Twisting turning
Trying to get comfortable
I'm to hot, now I'm cold
When will this end
I decided to stay awake
Discovering I can determine how my day goes
It occurs to me my attitude needed adjusting
In order to have a fruitful day
So as I laid there in the dark
I rehearsed what I might say
I practiced smiling
Instead of frowning
Laughing instead of doubting
Just being agreeable
Even if I didn't want to
Mornings here
Dressing for the day
Made my way out
Can't wait to try it out
Good morning!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I said with a smile
As I preceded to get into my car
No one was there I was just practicing
I wore myself out practicing
When it was time to do it
I failed and said ***** it
Oct 28, 2015
Oct 28, 2015 at 8:33 PM UTC
My palms are facing up
My fingertips reach toward the heavens
Open like a book
My life story can be read
Flipping through the pages
Treasures unfold
A life undiscovered
With mystery Intrigue
Filling in gaps
And finding traps
Hidden doors
Leading nowhere
Bookcases with rooms behind them
What kind of life was this
Secretive
Oct 28, 2015
Oct 28, 2015 at 8:32 PM UTC
Paint a picture
Of the night
Color it with
A pencil bright
For the moon is shining
And the stars are many
Twinkling and winking goodnight
Sprinkle the sky with white puffy clouds
With blue tones hanging above
Finish it with wind blown trees
That dance
As their shadows make silhouettes
In windows
While we sleep
Oct 28, 2015
Oct 28, 2015 at 8:31 PM UTC
Me oh my, I can't help but ask why. Why am I stuck in a slump, thinking while seated upon my **** I have no clue, no answer, no solution, how can I possibly come to a resolution?
I'm in need of eyes, but I've no idea how to catch them, I'm in need of ears, but I know no words to which people would lend them.
To touch a heart, to cause a smile, can I go the mile?
Where to start, when to depart, this is actually quite hard...
Oct 13, 2015
Oct 13, 2015 at 5:04 PM UTC
I had two beautiful stars once.
I used to admire them all night.
But as the nights went by,
The clouds hid their brightness,
And I lost them forever.
Aug 19, 2015
Aug 19, 2015 at 3:39 PM UTC
Under the stars we'd spend our nights, observing all of the heavenly lights.
Under the night's sky, in peace, and rest, a moment in time entirely ours. Your hand in mine, truly one of a kind, a night bright with a quiet affection in no need of words, a glow of the heart, lighting the dark.
Now under the black speckled sky, I don't know why, but a single tear leaves my eye, alone in the night, looking upon the heavenly light.
Time passed along, and so I'll carry on under the stars.
Aug 5, 2015
Aug 5, 2015 at 10:46 PM UTC
Racing the reaper, his speed so slow he'll never catch me, I'm like lightning, as if he'd ever over take me.
Time moves on, and our race goes on, his speed the same as always, yet I seem a tad slower, still I out pace death, it's truly effortless.
It's as if I'm running out of steam, is this a dream? A threat so far off, now riding my heels, so this is how death feels, cold, alone, an accursed fate, so to death I yet refuse prostrate.
With the last of my strength gone, I fear I'll be moving on, in a race with death is no rest, no finish line to cross, only points in the road to pass as you move along, once again, it appears it's death for the win, this is the end.
Aug 5, 2015
Aug 5, 2015 at 9:28 PM UTC
My minds eye gone blind, I can't even see my dreams, as I wander in the black haze called my mind, I try to define who I am, and what is mine.
I'm unaware of who I was, and who I aim to be, but I do know what you say simply doesn't suit me. You'd have me march to your drum, and be as you are, but even if I'm blind, I can see that won't get me very far.
Jul 30, 2015
Jul 30, 2015 at 8:45 PM UTC
A new thing has happened, a new consensus reached, new wise men crying out in the streets. A message as strange, as it is bold, conveyed to those who are of yet not very old, spreading like fire to those who desire it.
A wisdom that fills the mind with understanding, and the heart with wrath, they no longer desire the common path, a small few among many, the trail blazers rise.
The wise see through the facade, leaving the lies for the fools, and the pawns, they see the existence with no purpose that the masses adore, In ignorance they find peace, in the lack of knowledge they are content.
A lie no different from the last is enough to throw a life away without regret, blindly excepting whatever is presented as a worthy cause.
An absence of knowledge, and a surplus of faith, spiraling towards an unavoidable fate.
May 4, 2015
May 4, 2015 at 4:52 PM UTC
Most lies are perceived to be true, in a land of facades, and charades.
A reality beyond comprehension hidden behind the barriers of privileged knowledge, the common minds conditioned for blindness, walking a path with darkness intense enough to blot out the sun, aimless wanderers never desiring to see what rests beyond the charade.
Souls without understanding of any sort, failing to comprehend even themselves, simply excepting whatever is presented before them.
Apr 2, 2015
Apr 2, 2015 at 8:00 PM UTC