Gracefully sliding down your silver skin It leaves a waste of blackness That zig zags like a corn maze A flame sets you into motion Giving off your sought after euphoria Our bond is one not saught after Yet its a connection I yearned for Nights spent on the bathroom floor With desperation and a fiendish itch You were there as my comfort With tears in my eyes and a stain on my pride We floated off into a temporary retreat
Wrote this looking back to a time in my life where I felt the full weight of the world on my shoulders. The weight became unbearable and I searched for every way out I could find. The door I opened was one of immense pain to myself and the ones I cared about. I'm proud of the man I've become now.
Trust is often given and earned Though you can be born into it For blood runs deep and through blood That cable is firmly anchored Family can often break that trust But never sever it entirely For we hold so dearly to our hearts The hope of never breaking the foundation Of what keeps our families together But I have witnessed the thunderous snap The devastating shockwave Sent from the rupture of steel I have heard the echoes of a thousand memories Shatter across the floor like glass That cable that we so helplessly believed in Was ripped apart in absolute calamity And it will never be fixed For these wounds of shrapnel have pierced The depths of our calloused hearts And you can spend an eternity mending the wounds But they will never erase the scars left by your actions
Can you hear the trees sing In this October breeze? Can you see the dance Of the wooden giants In their dance hall glade? Come lay witness to The shedding of the leaves Under this blanket Of overcast skies
Been awhile since I last wrote. I had a picture to go with this poem. I was at work walking through an area I maintain looking for fallen or dead trees to cut down when I noticed a leaf that perfectly looked like a heart.
This mountain of ours Stands viciously before me I am always climbing Never getting higher My grip often slips And I slide back down Often I'll find tools And with them I soar Though these tools break Putting me at square one again
This mountain of ours Claims victims every day Some hollow out a home Refusing to climb higher Others have fallen completely And have lost their way There is no easy path To reach this apex An eternal struggle That you must never give up on
This mountain of ours Some days are easier than others But those days are few and far between For this journey is a challenge And not a single person has it easy We're all struggling Though some seem better off Don't be envious because You'll never know the difficulties They faced on this mountain of ours
I wrote this depicting life. Life is like a mountain to me. We are always striving to climb higher but it has its own way of making that difficult for us. Our tools break, our grips slip, or we just lose faith.
Your eyes hold a mysterious power They can fill me with joy Or they can break me down They can express your love Or they can imprint your disdain But these eyes I love dearly As they fill me with peace For they can lift me up When I've hit my lowest I hope to *** I'll never go blind For your eyes are my light And in my darkness they shine