Have you ever stopped to wonder,
to ponder about the brevity of life?
For when we die,
We will spend more time in the Earth
than we are ever able to lived on It.
Nov 21, 2014
Nov 21, 2014 at 10:07 PM UTC
We as people can take a lot from plants.
If plants were to speak, they would remain silent;
for they truth is, they have nothing to say.
They have nothing to worry their feeble lives with;
They fear nothing and accept everything.
And most importantly, they accept death.
Everyday they get closer to death,
even watch as parts of them die.
But it does not quit.
The plant fuels the part of it that still lives,
despite the rest of its broken body.
That is what we must learn:
We must continue to live no matter how hurt we are,
yet when the time comes for Death to take our hand,
we should cherish its touch and leave-
with nothing more than happiness.
Nov 17, 2014
Nov 17, 2014 at 8:53 PM UTC
Each stem growing into its own separate life force,
connected with others, yet fulfilling a solitary and self reliant lifestyle. Never will they forget their roots
or the growth in which they broke the surface together.
Instead they will use these to form themselves into the independent branch that sustains its own-self.
Although they began as one,
time has taught them to go in different directions.
However, even then, together they create a beautiful picture of life and peace.
We are all connected with one another but that does not mean we must all be the same, or rely on anyone but ourselves.
After all, even the road must diverge at some point.
Nov 17, 2014
Nov 17, 2014 at 6:12 PM UTC
When once looks at nature,
the eyes must be careful not to blink;
For once they blink, everything changes.
A creature that lives to be over-looked,
lives hidden within the plant's breast.
They are together;
They are one;
They are respected by each other.
Both are children of Nature,
and when they die, they will become one once more.
Forever will they be born and die again,
coming back in a cycle that never has an end.
Nov 17, 2014
Nov 17, 2014 at 10:20 AM UTC
This feeling,
this **** feeling of emptiness is returning.
I can feel it again;
**** it* I can feel it again!
Why? Why now? When everything was going so well?
There once was a time I thought I would never be free.
But now that I have tasted the sweet air of relief,
You're back.
Jun 22, 2014
Jun 22, 2014 at 8:25 PM UTC
Funny how it takes years to build up your self esteem.
How it takes constant mental reminders to sustain your self confidence;
How it takes all your strength to keep hold of a positive thought.
And yet,
All it takes is one second for it to crumble apart,
One hesitant thought to turn everything into a lie,
One weak moment for you to lose faith;
And there isn't a thing you can do to get it back.
Feb 19, 2014
Feb 19, 2014 at 12:40 PM UTC
Mary was a little girl,
Little girl, little girl
Mary was a little girl
Whose thoughts were dark as coal.
Her demons chased her day and night
Day and night, day and night
Her demons chased her day and night
And twisted up her soul.
Feb 6, 2014
Feb 6, 2014 at 6:02 PM UTC
The sadness that I feel,
I hope it shows itself to you.
And the pain that's in my eyes,
I hope to God you see it too.
Cause He knows as well as I do,
That I can't take much more;
My heart is growing tired and my limbs are getting sore.
All this constant climbing and the running back and forth;
Attempts to free myself from here,
Have done nothing of the sort.
It's sad to say, but must be said:
In truth it's I who wants me dead.
But you,
You're not so innocent,
In fact you're just as bad.
The gun pressed to my temple,
It's resting in your hand.
It's true I pulled the trigger,
But your bullet pierced my head.
The ****** thing sat there empty and un-lethal till your thoughts,
Filled the chamber one by one;
My life against the odds.
Feb 6, 2014
Feb 6, 2014 at 3:01 PM UTC
When she's awake,
She cries,
For she's back in reality.
Feb 6, 2014
Feb 6, 2014 at 9:42 AM UTC
It's like drowning in water
but you're still breathing air.
The clenching in your stomach,
makes it too hard to scream.
It's like talons clawing at the inside of your body.
You feel like your heart will stop at any moment,
and you start to think,
maybe it will be easier that way.
It consumes your mind and forces its way,
into your unsuspecting thoughts.
It takes your sleep and won't let you eat,
capturing your attention for its own use.
It's everywhere you look.
It's the only thing you feel.
It's the blood coursing though your veins,
and the skin covering your bones.
It's the monster hiding under your bed,
or living in the depths of your closet.
It's the darkness that has become your life.
And you can't escape.
Oct 12, 2013
Oct 12, 2013 at 9:00 PM UTC