ronald
It shouldn't be a labour, to love thy neighbour, / There is still time, for us to think of a rhyme, / That can defy the lie that we even need to try, / To do and see what should come naturally, / Don't let a fuss or lust or mistrust turn your life into dust, / Defend your right to pretend, and send, a message, start a trend, / One that encourages flourishes of gorgeous gorges on the appetite, / The appetite of flight from plight to what's right, / There's nothing stopping us but being afraid, / And fear is the foundation on which change is laid, / So even if you're scared, look below you and above, / Figure out the message, it's not religion, it's love.
If the eyes are truly windows to the soul,
Looking into yours would lift up one's spirit.
But to gaze in mine would surely take a toll;
Upon innocence, my troubles would be writ.
I don't mean to instill any sort of fear,
Or any discomfort, which could start to grow.
I just want to preserve you as you appear,
The purity you have, I lost long ago.
Time seems to melt away whene'er I'm with you,
In your arms is where I feel that I belong.
To show that I care, there's nothing I'd not do,
I will not be convinced that this could be wrong.
You are more amazing than I can dream of,
I just want to be someone who you can love.
Jan 16, 2015
Jan 16, 2015 at 1:35 AM UTC
All I want is something real,
But illusion has it's charms;
With which, my thoughts, it would steal,
Causing me a host of harms.
Can you stop just for to feel,
And ignore the false alarms,
The result could be ideal,
Just feel safe within my arms.
Jan 16, 2015
Jan 16, 2015 at 1:26 AM UTC
The pain is immense.
Shiny metal teeth laughing.
I hate this zipper.
Dec 20, 2014
Dec 20, 2014 at 11:18 PM UTC
Blankets and pillows;
I am unable to sleep.
I want to cuddle.
Dec 14, 2014
Dec 14, 2014 at 3:37 AM UTC
Stop focusing on the things
you think are negative in life.
When you think of pain,
think of the strength that
enduring the pain will leave
you with for the future.
When you think of endings,
think of new beginnings.
When you think you are lost,
think of what you might find
while you're there.
You wanna talk about
a gateway drug? Forget ***
try some thought.
Thought is a gateway drug.
If you let yourself think freely,
the next thing you know
you will be writing about it,
and maybe eventually
singing about it.
You might start to
act out your imagination,
and if it is creative
instead of destructive,
you might end up
changing the world.
Maybe there doesn't "have"
to be pain, suffering,
hate or sadness,
maybe we just think that
because we have never seen
a world where there was only
love and joy and compassion.
But, there was a time
when no one had seen
the other side of the ocean,
so their continent
was the whole world,
and there was a time
when no one had seen
an aircraft so it was
impossible to fly.
Maybe Utopia could exist,
but definitely not while
you keep on believing that
it is impossible.
Dec 12, 2014
Dec 12, 2014 at 9:29 PM UTC
Birds fly in the sky,
What is it like for them there?
Flying beats walking.
Dec 12, 2014
Dec 12, 2014 at 9:11 PM UTC
I try to express myself to you,
But that is not so easy to do.
When I reach out, you turn away,
I don't know what more I can say.
For some reason, still I try,
Until I almost start to cry.
To cry I would have to care,
And that is something I can't bear.
Because I know that you do not,
Regardless of how hard I've fought.
Now I wish I knew just what to think,
When you don't even so much as blink.
From these thoughts I'd much rather hide,
I've always said, you can't hold back the tide.
I wonder how I'm supposed to feel,
Hot as ember or cold as steel?
It seems now that you've made your choice,
I wish you could have heard my voice.
If only I could go back in time,
And be a man and not a mime.
Then maybe I'd have the chance,
To take the lead in this dance.
Only time can truly tell,
Will I ever escape this hell?
Dec 11, 2014
Dec 11, 2014 at 10:58 PM UTC
All I want to do is be.
To live as close as I can to free,
and know what it's like to taste, smell, hear and see,
and to touch things that live, like a bird in a tree.
But they are not only birds, things that live and int'rest me,
things that are alive come from the land, air, and sea.
To say one form of life is the best, would be a travesty,
For what can make a bird more alive than a bee?
I draw great joy and comfort from life's diversity,
but not only in difference, is founded my glee.
There are things the same in lifeforms, from elephant to flea,
like how we rush to please our instincts, so compulsively.
But unlike the lustful wants of others, humble is my plea,
to pass this genuine love for life from my own, on to thee.
I want me and thee to be free to see an end to travesty and plea that adversity flee, for we to love compulsively and treasure our diversity, live a life so full of glee, that it will suffice to just be.
Dec 11, 2014
Dec 11, 2014 at 10:08 PM UTC
Cars keep driving by,
Do they even see me here?
Wish I was driving.
Dec 11, 2014
Dec 11, 2014 at 8:17 PM UTC
You are amazing.
After what seemed like a lifetime of fervently searching through endless, abyssal, darkness, I have found a stunning array of the most spectacularly luminous qualities, in you. It may be hopelessly cliché, but you are the light at the end of the tunnel.
It is breathtakingly difficult to describe quite how fantastic you are. You are elusive, like a single, pure, white Trillium in a forest of ivy. Your beauty is beyond both simile and metaphor; to your form, there is no comparison. If it is possible for a person to be flawless, then I am sure that you are.
Every word you say captivates my undivided attention, and leaves me hoping for more. I am enraptured by every move your body makes. When you sing, I feel my pulse quicken, and I could listen for hours. When you dance, my eyes follow every action with genuine appreciation for your graceful motion.
No matter what I am doing, I catch myself thinking about you throughout the day, wishing I was next to you. You are everything I want, and more than I could ever ask for. You aren't afraid to laugh like a fool, or cry like a child, or scream at the top of your lungs, or smile like you've never felt pain.
Everything about you makes me crazy over you, and, sometimes, it's easy to question whether someone as incredible as you can even be real...
Dec 11, 2014
Dec 11, 2014 at 5:41 PM UTC