What goes on when you’re not looking?
What happens where you cannot see?
What is happening beyond the horizon?
Beyond the curve of the Earth.
Past the ocean.
Look deep into the sky.
Look into the imposable.
Where you can not see.
You may think I’m crazy,
But you simply don’t understand my words.
I don’t mean literally.
We can not really look beyond the horizon,
Unless we travel beyond the horizon.
Even then there is always a new boundary to travel beyond.
It is impossible to look or travel beyond that limit,
Simply because the Earth is round.
You must use your imagination to look beyond the horizon.
For then, only you can decide what is beyond that boundary.
Don’t let anyone tell you
What is beyond the horizon.
Because they don’t know either.
No one knows what is beyond the horizon,
And no one ever will.
The horizon is always moving.
Move with it.
It is impossible to move against it.
And all that's left to do is lie.
Every word you say, memorized.
So bad, so much
You've already pre apologized.
They keep yelling,
You keep telling.
Rumors spread leaving you in fame
and in the end no one even knows your name.
We live our lives not for ourselves,
But to effect the lives of those around us.
Everything makes a difference.
It’s Star Wars day.
The rebellion needs you.
Yoda’s here to teach,
Obi wan, to show the way.
Now it’s Luke, stepping up
What an exciting, adventurous day.
Lightsabers and blasters are good to have,
When the stormtroopers come around.
It’s over Anakin,
I have the higher ground.
May the force be with you.
A weary traveler
Keeps missing their exit,
A license to flee yet nowhere to go,
I'm running from my problems
But my gas is running low.
Heaven or Hell?
I know of many that are sure to have fell.
I don’t fear falling.
My faith has fished me out of the great fiery cell and landed me in the forgiving hands of God.
Rather than groveling with the demons,
Set to rebel,
I’ll dance with the angels,
Whom I know quite well.
A world without color is a colorless world.
No blue skies
No green grass
Or pink flowers
Instead we would have
Gray skies and grass,
And white flowers.
Would all leave with the color.
We would turn into one person,
Zombies controlled by one thought.
Controlled by our want and our need
For our own thoughts
Our own feelings.
Our wishes that we could see
A colorful rainbow
A rainbow full of color
Slowly fading from the sky after a rain
We will lose that too.
A world without color, is a colorless world
Maybe I’m not enough.
Maybe I’m fooling myself
Or maybe worse,
I’m fooling everyone else along with me.
They say doing it all is an impossible task,
But I’ve come to find doing it sane
Is the impossible part.
Roses are red,
Violets are blue.
I’m laying in bed,
And I’m thinking of you.
A knife in the back,
Years down the drain.
Yet you keep coming back,
A fresh round of pain.
You’ll never hear the crying poet.
You’ll listen to their sobs,
But you won’t understand them.
They’ll write out their thoughts,
But you won’t get what they mean.
They’ll plea for you to understand,
But you never will.
You’ll hear their poetic cry’s
And think of it as something sweet,
Rather than the sour truth.
You’ll never hear the crying poet,
Just whispers of their doubt.
Only the poet truly understands their poetry.
One path in life
And you’re not on it.
The more they try to pull you back,
The further away you go.
Eventually they give up
So you walk alone.
Add one word.
With just one extra word,
You become brave,
Add one word,
And why becomes,
The best answer when asked why, is why not.
I feel my foot get caught
But I can’t free it
I open my eyes
But can’t see anything
Except a murky green fog
I look harder
Weeds pull on my foot
It won't budge
I try to escape,
I try to breath but can't
My lungs feel like they’re collapsing
My vision blurs
And the world goes black
The blue water glimmers.
A clear sky holds a bright yellow sun
It hovers over me,
A beacon for everyone who sees it.
We lye in the damp warm grass
Or upon the hot sandy beaches.
And when the sun goes down,
We fall asleep under the stars.
Just one small person in a giant galaxy of Infinity.
Life is short.
So why do we live?
We live so that others may live.
We die so that others may not die.
We live to create memories
We live to have a life,
To help a life,
And to serve a life
They may call it freedom
But, does that make you free?
If you can not go out at night
Or are forced to stay in a confined area,
Aren't you trapped?
You are forced to leave your home.
You are forced to work.
This is where you realize that,
They may say you are free and you have freedom
But in reality,
You are not free.
And this whole time,
You have been trapped
Mind controlled by the human want and need for
And for everything to be okay.
Because, the theme of humanity itself,
I wrote this in honor of those who lived and died in the holocaust during World War Two.
If you meet someone that you no nothing about
How do you know they are telling the truth
You meet them
You love them
But do you really know them?
It takes more than love and hope to truly know someone
You may think you know them
But you don’t deep down
Until they let know
Until they let you care
Until they let you love them
But until you really know the truth
Is it possible to love
Your own truth?
Life is full of promises
And yet few promises remain unbroken
No one likes the waiting game,
Yet it's the game that offers the most.
They say it’s us.
They say we’ve wrecked the planet.
But who’s to blame,
When what we inherited,
Was already broken beyond repair?
These things you call stupid and awful,
We do simply to get away,
Or to get some attention.
No one pays attention anymore.
They say we’ve wrecked the planet,
But it was gone before we got here.
Nothings wrong but nothings right,
I've been walking this tunnel,
but there's still no light.
The pace is slowing down,
I'm just so over this fight
Isn't it ironic that
We fight for peace?
That we **** murderers?
That we'd do anything to live when we already know we're going to die?
— The End —