An object can't hear
An object can't see
An object can't breathe
Like you
Or me
What's an object's motives
or deapth of reason to be?
What thoughtfulness, does an Object Have thoughts?
...who am I...
...why am I here...
...how and who should I outta be...
...can I be happy...
...am I sad...
We craft an object
We use an object
We define it's reason and meaning
Why it is and What it should function for
We specialize it's resourcefulness
And squiz out it's worth...until it's?
Useless?
Doesn't work?
Doesn't have the same woth
it used to have?
It's totally in our control
We define how long it should exist
Or how long it's in our presence
An Object we don't like anymore
Or have no care for we lose,...
Forget, dismental, discard, do things with it, without a shameful thouht
Well an Object has no feelings
It's just there
No emotion no motion no tensions
To care about
It doesn't speak
It is always the same
Does always the same it was made for
No smile no hurt
It's there because of you
You chose so
I't doesn't just apear out of nowhere
You baught it
Someone gave it to you
You saw it and wanted it to be yours
You can share an object
You can keep it for yourself
You can show it proudly or destainfuly
What ever you feel to do with it
You do
It won't mind
Well if I think about all this
I guess we can all agree
What an Object really is.
Sep 15, 2017
Sep 15, 2017 at 2:39 PM UTC
What was, is done,
What will come, will come.
When I'm finished,
I shall be who I truly AM
Circumstances shall change.
People will still be here or they will be gone.
Who knows.
What I know is, what I let in,
Is my decision to make on my own.
I shall dimand the changes I find fit,
For myself ALONE.
I'm shedding the passive ways of living.
And taking action and forgiving.
I shall NOT take any unwanted weight from the past,
Into the new Life, I chose, I WANT!
I shall not crumble, I will keep having faith
In all I DO in all I AM and BECOME.
I will NOT and cannot wait.
I Am from now on my own Saviour who will never be late.
Because I AM the master of my fate!
Nov 27, 2016
Nov 27, 2016 at 1:51 PM UTC
I wish I could turn back time
To the good old days
Even thinking back
I was never here
I was and will be lost in this world
I was never suposed to be
I wish I could turn back time
To the good old days
To the time "I" was "me"
Before I ever knew myself
With all the senses of being, of existing
Before the ralms of reality took hold of my soul and twisted it to something unknown
Before I was thrown out of paradise itself
And into a crule unforgiving world of lost souls like my own
I feel it deep within
What I lost, what is missing
Just living life and expirencing true fulfillment of just being a human being
A human soul
Apr 9, 2016
Apr 9, 2016 at 9:07 PM UTC
I don't have any selfcontrol
The harder I want it
The more I need it
The more I wait for it
The more I seem to need it
I was hoping that you'd see it
Help me get it off
But it's underneath my skin
The more the need rises
The more I lose myself
Remember lying in the sand
Feeling the sun our faces
The force runing through you and I
The memories of that day are faiding
But what stays with me
Is the need I feel for you
Needing you and I
Needing and not resiving
I guess I'll keep on needing you
But you'll leave me needy and raw
Sep 18, 2015
Sep 18, 2015 at 2:38 AM UTC
Break the likes of me
I beg you to
It is not
And will not be the first time
Break my nose, my legs
From head to toe
everything you can find
I'm inviting you to
It can never be worse than
Breaking me whole
Like u already did with my soul
Do you remember dear?
As you cought my eye, my heart
I should have been smart!
Crushed and broken bad
I lay here
Wounds unkonwn to me
For I have never known someone as cruel as you can be.
Aug 29, 2015
Aug 29, 2015 at 2:52 AM UTC
Alone at last
Alone at last
What was the point?
What did I gain?
The people I met
The words I said
The things I did
The thoghts I shared
The time I spent
What was the point?
I do not know, for I am surley lost
I must find me, myself and I again.
Aug 29, 2015
Aug 29, 2015 at 2:28 AM UTC
I always wondered
What it would feel like
All around me it was, but never me it caught
I always wondered
What it would be like
Seemed to me something of another kind
I even tried it
Just a few times
Fewer times it didn't feel wright
Almost went through with things I didn't like
Just to find
I had more pride
When I had given up the search
I had realized, not for the first time
But more and more
The love I yearned for
Had long bloomed inside
I had learned to love life
That the moment I turned
I found the love I thought would last
What at that time
I didn't know
Was how long WE would go
Marveled at the feelings of US
I would come to find
The meaning of self-worth
More so…
the dangers of love
Jan 29, 2015
Jan 29, 2015 at 7:01 PM UTC
change comes in different forms
one
you will yourself to change
two
change is forced upon you
three
change that happens over time
as i write this, i speak about a change that has befallen me
it was forced upon me
first you can't believe what is happening
than you try to change it back
but all is to late and all is left is to...
...accept
as you look at the change
you realize
it didn't creep up on you
it started long before
there was nothing you could do
but till i could accept that
I had to go through all this motions
why
you ask yourself
but
you say
and at the end
it just how it is
change is now the new reality
and where else do you want to live
when not in the reality of it all
I guess dreams come true
when you will it yourself and change
with no change
there are no dreams that will come true
with no dreams
there's no change to will upon
this change I speak about
was not my doing
but now I will change
so that MY dreams come true
Jun 28, 2013
Jun 28, 2013 at 9:03 AM UTC
ich danke dir
ich dank dir nicht
ich hoffe,...
doch möchte ich es nicht
ich denke
heißt das ich bin
alles kommt mal ans Licht
Schicht für Schicht
entfaltet die Wahrheit sich
wie ein Kartenhaus bricht alles in sich
und alles endet in einen Haufen nichts
wenn das geschieht
stehen wir vor dem Gericht
allein und ohne nichts
in dir kommen Gedanken
nichts mehr ist zum Lachen
Ernst ist gefragt
und wenn du versagst
liegt es allein in deiner Hand
das wird die Zeit sein
in der du dir sagst...
von nichts kommt nichts
ich bin ich
und du bist der der du bist
alles was ich will
ist ein lächeln im Gesicht
und ein schönes Gedicht
Jun 5, 2013
Jun 5, 2013 at 10:53 AM UTC
I yearn to feel more
than I am capable of
I hate to see what I'm not capable of
I try
but nothing in me is obtainable
i's like nothing is available
but I am just not capable
or that is what, I tell myself at night
undeniable
I see things that I just can't stand
I turn around and walk away
to fast some might say
when it's neer
I sneer
I guess I am just incapable of love
Apr 26, 2013
Apr 26, 2013 at 11:22 AM UTC