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101 · Oct 2019
It's Never Enough
Marty Bean Oct 2019
As we continuously run the races of life, I peek into the window of destiny,
perfection is the definition of what you are definitely,
I wish time wasn't a body of water without a host,
perishable words used to create an emotional ghost,
I tried to forgive myself but wind up hurting me more than ever,
so, to answer your question, no, I'm not that clever,
how can I walk when I’m positioned to sit?
or speak volumes of understanding without saliva to spit,
I remember stories of hard times and they faded away because of prayer,
headache lifestyles that can't be cured by Bayer,
give away the pressures of the world and call on common sense,
turn down sin and fully engage and repent,
forgive those who caused us pain and forget about the pressures of the day,
it seems that I am the man to work all day for $20 just to give it away,
those terms are unbearable and maybe even tough,
but it's what i'm working with and it's never enough.
99 · Oct 2019
Lonely Time
Marty Bean Oct 2019
its so hard to live a whole life all by myself,
enjoy all the rewards and try to have good health,
making choices that change the course of my existence,
being told to turn away from sin thru repentence,
my goals become achieved because im the master of my fate,
my appetite increased and so did the size of my plate,
im spending time by myself and now my days seem longer,
i started out with a passion but now my world is getting stronger,
to be alone is to be strong but sometimes we long for interaction,
equational human treatment displayed over time only a fraction,
what that means is, we choose people over others and let the rest stumble,
treat others horribly and wonder why life comes back to us humble,
you could pushed away beyond the limits, where there’s only a roaming line,
I keep trying to add someone but I keep getting lonely time,
I’m not meant to be by myself while the landscape keeps changing,
Familiar faces and common places become foreign and constantly rearranging,
So you mean no one will join me on this life long quest,
I reserve my convictions in my lonely time and I wish you pretenders the best.

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