Pink skies, purple mountains
Yeah this life is a dream.
I can be
Anything that I want, until the sun starts to sing
Until the sun starts to sing.
Then its back to the grinding
I be grinding all day
From sun up to sun down
Yeah i be slavin away
I just been slavin away...
So much weight on my shouldas!
Pray my back doesn't break,
I find hard to move forward
Can't take a couple of steps,
Can't take a couple of steps.
Blue clouds
Greyest heavens
I been hoping for change,
Cuz right now all my seasons
Yeah they lookin the same
They just be looking the same.
So green, So young
You should be livin it up
I know
Life holds many treasures
But just livin's enough
I think that livin's enough.
Sep 17, 2016
Sep 17, 2016 at 10:24 PM UTC
Saw her name spelled in the heavens
Written in a loving shade of gold.
How she added beauty to a sight of which,
Nothing ugly could be told.
A gradient sunset,
Whose departure leaves the world so dark and cold.
I welcome the night.
But not the truth she sleeps inside another home,
Or knowing some nights she won't sleep alone.
How can i feel that ive been stolen something that I never owned.
Sep 5, 2016
Sep 5, 2016 at 1:34 AM UTC
Words R anonymously beautiful.
That being said
If I wrote you my thoughts,
Would U take the time to read my complexion?
Or just judge based on my cover.
Would U dive into my pages n every story uncover
Oct 31, 2015
Oct 31, 2015 at 5:55 PM UTC
Who would've thought
The voice of ignorance
was so potent,
That the eyes of justice
were blindfolded
And the path to becoming conscious was hidden...
Who would've thought
That even a self driven optimistic could fail,
That a vision was just a dream
or that a prisoner could love his cell.
Contrary to popular belief
there's snow in hell
the Devil's cold as Ice
or so we tell,
What if he was a myth and so was god,
That doesn't take the fact
out of the wars we fought,
It wouldn't justify
The things we think we thought,
Or refund the things we didn't need
but still bought.
Humans...are gullible in nature
Giving their strings
To whoever promises
To yank them straighter
and believing in anyone
With the title of "a creator"
...think of the life's wasted
Don't get me wrong I believe in God,
I just don't believe in hatred,
Aint that the main reason why we ****
It can't be in God's name,
cuz she gave us free will.
Feb 18, 2015
Feb 18, 2015 at 12:10 PM UTC
I will be there when you need me
and when you don't
I'll be a dream.
I'm not the past
not the present
but something in between.
If anything
I'm sorta just a broken gift,
that can love you for the all of it
cuz I just learned forgetting.
You wouldn't believe the luck
that I'm not getting.
My funerals now look like weddings
I don't care about my caring
just a tragic story playing...
so you know I won't be noticed
Jan 15, 2015
Jan 15, 2015 at 1:52 PM UTC
**We're separated by illusions
united by our flaws,
a doubtful optimistic thinking
that the future might be lost.
I'm calling out to god,
please help this lost sheep
deal with his run away thoughts.**
Jan 13, 2015
Jan 13, 2015 at 9:46 PM UTC
Limitless affection,
My affection is limitless.
Like a clock without a long arm
my love is minuteless
but a message
with no recipient is meaningless,
Still I Love....
Dec 25, 2014
Dec 25, 2014 at 9:29 PM UTC
We all have flaws,
No matter how pure a heart
it is still human.
No matter how hard you strive to be perfect
you'll always be flawed,
but that's just perfect.
Dec 22, 2014
Dec 22, 2014 at 7:25 PM UTC
No one bears witness
to the loneliness that a man holds inside.
Therefor, No one can bring him comfort.
There exist no mountain high enough
to shield him from the tidal wave of doubt,
No fire hot enough to burn away his insecurities.
Nor a drug potent enough to hurl him far from reality.
His every dream and hope take the same
suicidal plunge towards unfulfillment,
as do his desires and cravings.
He's become all to familiar with this hollow shell
of existence that presents itself in his bathroom mirror.
Failure wraps around him
Constructing his every thought
and suffocating any sign of imagination.
His dreams vanish into oblivion
and as his vision fades to black,
the world whispers...
"You Are Nothing".
But, As his heart withers away
like a dying star...
His soul explodes with inspiration.
The windows of the night shatter,
Allowing the brightness of confidence to bleed through
and his faith be resurrected.
He gains the courage
to stand against the world
and even tho it opposes him
He continues to pursue that which he knows
can be accomplished,
Forgetting that he was ever... doubtful.
Nov 26, 2014
Nov 26, 2014 at 10:59 PM UTC
*Being alive means existing,
Having lived, however, means making sure
People know you existed.*
Nov 26, 2014
Nov 26, 2014 at 5:02 PM UTC