Poetry
Is healing
To me

It is the disinfectant
To my wound
Or the seed
Of a creative plant

It is the return
Of sanity
And all the time
I refused to unwind

It seems
That I was right
Therapy
Was a worthless fight

The battle i bear
Is in my mind
And through it
Truth I did find

A risk I took
To go it alone
Almost left me
Blind
Almost left me
A body to find
But i realize now
I can finally see

Poetry is my therapy

Searching for more
Getting a grip
Feeling the air
Fill my lungs

They pulse
In and away
Like my heart
On warmer days
Or my hand
Clenched in cold
My racing thoughts
And getting old

Up a rope
Infinitely long
Pulling and pulling
Lungs, stay strong

With not my hands shall i climb
Up up and away to the divine

Today
Is a good day
Seems every customer
Has let their happiness
Come out and play

This is the way
I wish it to stay

Drinkings like a death sometimes
An easy end to any night
Upon waking up
Sometimes you feel new
When the fleeting pain inside your skull
Has finally left and your mind is clear
Things seem different
Old seems new

I dont drink often
But when i do
The next day usually
Seems a little less blue

I want to go
thats it
just go
i want to move
I want to flow
let me go
watch me go
but most of all
Watch me grow

I want to lose myself
In infinity
not just a town
or a city
the whole world
Can be pretty
some parts though
Get ******

No time before
exists now
Time ahead
a field to plow
but what to do
and where to go
Just gotta let it ride
just gotta be the flow

What do you see,
when you look in the mirror?

Do you look past the surface,
To look behind your own eyes?

Do you see all the memories,
Good and bad inside?

Do you see the future,
And what you plan to be?

All the land,
people,
And places you'll see?

Do you find your imagination,
Turning yourself gray?

Or the fire,
To keep you warm in old age?

Well,
I see a crown,
For the life I will rule one day.

I see a world,
Shaped like clay.

I see all my people,
Happy at play.

It lingered
Like a cloud
Like it was proud
But dont worry
I came around

I should have never
Kissed you
Because now
I only miss you
And we should
Have never
Slept together

It's about coffee
especially today
i need some caffeine
and energy to play

Lost in my mind
in a good way
i watch the time
Soar far far away

Im still, gentle even
A rock in a river
soon to be sand
Soothed by the flows

Give me time
soon you will see
The purest white
on a beach by the sea

And there i will hold
the legs of the relaxation
of people and chairs
Beauty seen from upon me

I will hold the gentle flow
away from those who beauty I show
and be with them to let them know

sand by the sea is something
that will never not be

You
Are the lack of me

The thing
Pulling my energy

Away
From where it should be

From the life
I dream to see

Ever wondered,
What it's like to be dead?
Just spend a few months,
Inside your own head.

Remember,
You're not insane.
Your mind,
Is a beast to tame,
And life,
Is just your game.

Hello followers
How are you
I'm not well i must admit
If your here or there
Its good you care
Always care
Take it
Take it everywhere

On this roof
Where its hot and breezy
Work seems small
And life seems easy

Sun whered you go
Hiding behind those clouds
Youve got me wishing now
That you were around

Come warm the ground
Come warm the air
Warm everything that surrounds
Me

Youve left cause shes gone
Yeah aint no sunshine now
And shes always gone too long
Anytime she goes

I wonder
Is she gone to stay...

Tires still spinning
As we swiftly approach
A mess of metal
A mess of traffic

Pulled to the side
Then to find
The man and his dog
Safely alive

She swung the door up
The truck on its side
The man came out
Panicked like hed died

I then hopped inside
Grabbed the dog
Up and outside
Glad they both

Still alive

Drowned by the world around
Learn to swim
Don't ever sink down
Float to the top
See the light
Because it exists
Even in the dark

In the land of equality
We are anything but
"It is the opportunity
Not the man."

With my brother in a suit
And I in a collar of blue
It would seem
Agree is all i can do
But that is far from true

Mostly
It comes down to you
And what you choose to do
But there is a factor
A medium of exchange
Thats pressed into our brains

"You must not know you,
Only the thing you choose to do,
The thing to make you money."
The concept just is far from funny

With the world we live in
And the effort it takes
For a computer
To make
A computer
We surely can't rid of this medium of exchange
Bartering is for fools I'm sure
My country tells me so
And to work for my country I'll go

Speak freely friends
With a voice that echoes
Bring the sound of your soul
Where no sound goes
Upon deaf ears
Your voice glows

Breathe easy friends
Let your wind blow
Pull the wind back
Until your thoughts slow
Being of the earth
Zen is what you know

I hate roller coasters
Why do I let my mind be one

Theres something about metal
Holding solid steel in my hands
Feeling its weight
Knowing it too was born from this earth

I admire every piece i come across
As i think what it is i could do with it
Having the knowledge to shape it
Having and image and to make it

Unmoved withought significant force
When wielded or worn
I feel so strong

Im going to make a suit of armor

All my life
The people I have been
Accepting strife
With little trouble to be seen

The answers from others
Always bleak
My presence I felt bothers
I was once very weak

One common suggestion
Was simple therapy
It answered no question
What was it that ailed me?

The answer,
Was the lack,
Of my own philosophy.

I long to love
No
I live to love
As we all do
To passers-by
I ask how do you do?
And stick around
For the desire to know
Is truth
So I love
The things I see
And the people i meet
I'm merely just waiting
For my special treat

How shall I
Exert my energy
On the day
That is today

I love this world
I really do
I love the sun
The trees the birds

I love the people
Most of them anyways

I love the questions
That have no answers
The things we cant see

I love life
And i love death
I love the duality of it all

Its spring now
And it can't exist without fall

Well,
I had a poem.

Should've written it by hand,
My **** web browser went bad.

I am just a bit sad
Like an experience
To have never had

Hey,
I guess this one's not bad.

Down to the last
Burning in my hand
It soon shall be past

Smoke
Harsh
But smooth
Somewhat clashing
With my mood

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I need people
The kind i'm not used to
Ones who make me feel
The opposite of blue
I have not one
I have two

Both named nick
Whom I did not pick
Around they chose to stick

I am lucky
And grateful for these two
They make me feel
Less than blue

What is life
Why is me
Why live to see tomorrow
When all this time is just to borrow
Why can't we be
Why is there something wrong with me
I just let my problems be
It is what makes me
Me
Life would be better if i did not breathe
Others would life a life with ease
What is it that you smoke
My mother told me to stay away from dope
I think I will take a ****
Lifes a mess and it's just broke
I'll listen to music and every sad solemn note
All the burden and pain I have to tote
No beauty have these hands ever wrote
What is life
Why is me
Well wait a second
Can I not just be
I wish I were some source of energy
Who can live and love and certainly see
I think that is who I am meant to be
This thing we smoke
It is just a plant?
Why then do they tell me i can't
What else exists that I have not tried
Don't do these shrooms your brain will fry
Don't mind if i give em a try


Hey well now i know why
I'm just a normal guy
And now I have some reasons why
Life is full of things to try
As I float amongst my day
It seems alot less work and alot more play
With not a need to bow or pray

Chill

Think of your favorite movie
You see it
Hear it
Feel it

What you feel
Through a screen
Revealed

Imagine all things

If you will

To be revealed
In such a way
As a memory

Sometimes I feel bored

All the people
All the places
All the things

All the same

I descend
Into fantasy

Seeing new things
Having crazy dreams

Often too far i go
Destroying my flow

Sinking and falling
Into myself

Looking
Searching
Reaching

For something new

Then cross my mind
Death comes through

Certain of a promise
Of everything new

Stagnation then sits
Just as rust pits

Coming ever closer
To destruction

But

I choose to stay
Now and everytime before

No two things
Are ever even remotely the same

Only the place
From which they came

There is always infinity more
And it is me

That makes me bored

Love all the beauty
That exists this day
With all the words
The heart can say

Music is measured by time...
Or is time,
Measured by music?

Well
I wish i could've given you
What you gave me
Incredible feelings
The electricity

Since then
I havent been the same
All these thoughts
Weigh heavy on my brain

If i were to sleep
And wake up

Somewhere different
Someone different

Would I ever even know

Rainy
Cold
Dreary
Winter on its way

Regret
Sorrow
Sadness
Is much easier today

Oh Winter
You never seize
To throw mind to fray

Please
Go away

My meditation awaits
My not so silent escape
Into the strings that bounce in the air
Making sounds that flare

What difference
Is the significance
Of the objects on display
Opposed to what I wear today
I don't know that anyone could say

In this place
Housing history
The air seems still

From old coffee
And the cup where it rests
To the garment
Once embracing gentle *******
And many mens eyes

Left now
To hold tight
To a woman
Of plastic

Notes placed
And misplaced
Some to be seen
Behind a glass case

All things
To never change
Only occasionally
To be forgotten

Pride of possessions
Always fails to compare to
Pride of perceptions

I have made up my mind
To *** I choose to be blind
No love is there to find
No longer desire to bind

To myself
I am now kind

The darker it gets
The brighter
The stars shine

Breathing in
Letting go
Patience is so easy
To misplace

Ive never had it
Im learning to keep it alive
A little plant
That grows inside

The things that used to be
So big to me
Are now quite small
Considering now I can see

And just like that
We were together again
and not in any way
other than what has been
but im not sad
At least i know
im dreaming again

The mind of an artist
How fine
How insatiably divine

I find
Mine

I love the rain
And the thunder
Destroying
Cleansing
Then birthing life new

These house they flood
And people act
As if it's spilled blood

Blame nature
If you must
But it is you
Who lives within it

Oh the beautiful beast
Bringing out the worst in us all
Doing things we know we shouldnt
Spending what we couldnt

The fire that rage be
When it leads you to fall
Another stepping stone
To stand on and stall

To rid the thoughts of a much brighter day
At the price of one for certain
No cost can cover the losses
Unless she leads you

To that beautiful place

This day is a day for play
My creativity is poking me
Shouting
Hey!

Aware am I
All the things around
I want to write them all
Write them all down!

I want to play
A pretty guitar
I want to end
The working day!

I wish to return
To a place I yearn
Where I never learn
And my stomach never churns

The place in my mind
A place I'm far from blind
Where strange adventures I find
No worries of unclear signs

Dreaming
Of anything but
My internal bleeding

"Why must it be me?"
The words of a bleeding man
Bandages in hand