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I dream of a world
Just us.
I want to see your eyes
Shine like this sky.
See I want her and I in this world,
Because she is my inspiration.
She is the only one I want.
She is the only person to reach for my heart,
Complete bliss,
As she gives me a kiss,
The softness of her lips,
As we gaze towards each other.
In this place,
The sky is as her eyes.
Green with upmost gentleness.
The kind that gently rocks you away to sleep,
This feeling is so deep,
She is my inspiration,
She will be with me in this place,
As we join hand in hand and never come back to this ****** world.
We can start anew,
Becoming more than we had ever hoped.
A simple love poem, but I think not.
Magic comes from the hearts of curiosity.
The “what ifs” of the peoples soul.
Magic is the place where hope originates.
The“some how”,
The some way,
The defying the odds,
The impossible,
Or maybe,
It comes from the foolish
The illusion.
The lies,
The ignorance.
Perhaps magic comes from the fools within us.
The spin of the tables,
The rabbits that never came out of the hat.
The people who weren’t ever that noticed,
So they decided to make a coin appear from behind your ear
Just to make them ask
“how?”
So we could feel human again.
So we could get up on stage,
Take a huge bow,
And receive the applause we never received.
Maybe magic comes not from good intentions,
But a sinister plot to rule the world,
One trick at a time.
What if magic was the reality the wanderers hoped for.
Could we be living our lives wrong?
Magic being real,
And reality being fake,
Mirrors as lies,
The snake being god.
And our lives
An entire simulation.
Just magic
Right?
E.
I found myself biting my lip
Drawing blood as I looked into her eyes.
I wish she could know
Does she know?
It’s like I want to expose myself
Purposely mess up,
Let her hear a hint.
I wish she knew how I felt
Could she know?
And what if she did?
What if she knew?
Would we be right for each other?
Sometimes I see her looking at me.
Almost starring.
I can’t help but wonder,
Does she think about me the way I do her?
She feels like everything,
But I hardly know her.
This passion radiates off me.
How is this even possible?
She is so beautiful
Yet somehow so insecure.
I want to see the future.
Our future at hopes,
Maybe I can learn the ropes.
E,
If we ever get to love each other,
This is for you.
This,
It has always been about you.
I really like you.
Like, a lot.
You are so cute.
Make me feel like a mute
Speechless.
I hope
One day
I will
We will
Have mutual love.
Human,
You are only a babe,
But there is so much I could tell you.
There are things that are gonna happen.
Bad things.
Things that are so ****** up,
You are going to want to give it all up for the sound of a glock.
But child,
There is a way.
You might get lucky,
If you are blessed enough to have a good mommy and daddy,
But for me,
I wasn’t so fortunate.
Through abuse, I cursed the world,
But I also learned to grow up without a helping hand.
If this is you,
Its really simple to crack a fake smile,
Say you’re okay,
And have nothing else to say,
But you will find hope somewhere.
These voices in your head are demons that want you to stop giving a ****.
But remember, everyone is born with a little bit of luck.
So make it count tonight,
Tear off these band-aids that were sowed to your skin to hide the bruises.
I want you to live,
Live a better life than I could ever look.
Find hope in the moon,
It is always watching.
Do not carry this burden if your life ends up being good.
But do not forget the souls trapped in their own hell.
Things can always get worse, yes.
But you are a beacon of hope,
You.
You are worth so much more than what they will tell you,
There are real people that will be unforgiving,
But you must find it in your heart
To forgive.
Its hard child.
But believe me,
You will find hope in the good things you do.
And this is because you were able to do what many others could not.
And as you cry tonight,
Waiting for care,
Remember this.
You are not alone.
But people will leave you.
People will abandon you.
They will stab your heart,
Just to see it bleed.
But hope is what you need.
Stand up child.
Stand up tall.
Raise a fist
And send the haters to hell.
When I was able to feel the pain
I went not to my mother.
My mother betrayed me.
Not my father,
My father left me.
I retreat to music.
I bury my scars and bruises in music notes.
I wait for that beat to drop,
In order to raise my heart back up.
This music numbs my pain.
I feel safe in my music,
Grab a pair of headphones before a gun
In a **** zombie apocalypse.
I am going to drown out the hurtful words,
In a tub full of lyrics.
Music,
Heres to you,
For saving my life,
More than anything ever should have to.
Safety,
If you’re lucky
Will be found.
But my safety is the drums
And the guitar.
A song for every occasion,
The rain even has a beat,
Drumming but no rhythm.
Tradition.
Ever since I can remember, there has always been a drum kick somewhere.
There was always a slight hum,
Or the faintest whistle.
Ever since I was in my mother’s womb,
My heart has beaded to the sound of the drum’s snare
And as I was born,
I whined with the sound of a guitar.  
If you ask me what my favorite childhood memory was,
I will simply say music.
When I was little
I noticed that everyone had a favorite type of music,
And I, being as independent as I was,
Decided that I was not going to like music at all.
But, as music does,
It took me away
“Like the moon rules the tide”
And if you know what song that’s from, I’ll love you forever.
Now I realize,
Music is my soul
It makes me feel whole,
It’s something that cannot be stolen.
My family always has had music,
Music led me from the deepest hole of mourning,
And it is digging me out of this current diagnoses of depression.
Music is a universal idea,
Every culture,
Every person has their “soul” music.
My family started with the deep roots of rock
Metallica, poison, and Guns & roses.
My parents where the stereotypical punk rockers of the 80’s.
So it was only natural for me to follow their footsteps,
Except a lot more *******.
And as I grew,
I gained more of what my family had to offer me,
I found out that my mother was amazing at the flute,
And my dad was a beast on the drums,
But somewhere along the way they passed on the urge that music is life,
And one day, it will be the performance of a lifetime.
This tradition fuels me today,
I see it in my everyday actions,
Wherever I am there seems to be music playing somewhere.
I am fueled by rock to this day,
Though some call it devil music,
I find it rather heavenly.
I heard a quote once that said
“you hear screaming
I hear meaning”
And this is more than true because as you hear savage screaming,
I hear and understand their words and pain.
The stereotypical people always think those songs are about worshiping satan,
But what they don’t realize is that beautiful lyrics such as,
“That little kiss you stole,
It held my heart and soul”
And
“I am the ocean, I am the sea,
There is a world inside of me”
Exist
I don’t know if there are any fans of this band here,
But that was from one of my favorite bands called Bring Me the Horizon.
Anyways,
The thing people have come to know as “screamo” has become my tradition.
It has brought me to know so many good friends,
And tons of amazing conversations.
Even if it starts when I wear my “My chemical romance” t-shirt, and get a ton of compliments on it.
And im sure music unites you as well.
We all have different tastes,
But in the end there is something everyone can agree on.
If rock isn’t your cup of tea than maybe rap,
Or hip hop,
Or R&B.;
I dunno,
Its up to you!
But music is where my roots started,
And those roots are growing a powerful tree.
Music inspires me so much, and can you genuinely say the same?
Do you ever have those moments when that perfect song comes on,
And you stop everything to hear it?
I do.
And its normal.
It is human nature to sway with the music when you think no one is watching.
This tradition is so delicate,
And it will live on because there is always new music ideas to be had.
New lyrics popping up every day,
And who knows,
Are you the next protégé?
I never thought I would write a poem about music but yet here I am,
Following my tradition
Of music.
will be performed
My body is the planet
My heart is the people.
It is fighting itself.
The blood popping from their vessels like the volcanoes erupting.
My heart hates itself.
No more than the mirror on the shelf.
My body is evolving.
My body as the planet,
But somehow my emotions are changing with the tide of the ocean.
The people hope for a promotion,
Like the brain in all glory,
This, this is my planets story.
Each scar is a war,
Originating from the heart of pain.
Beneath the scars there are bones,
The support of my world,
The atmosphere,
Keeping all that is bad out,
But yet the bones keep breaking.
These seeds of evil keep coming out,
And I am feeling dark.
These bones,
The atmosphere is breaking
The ozone becoming as thin as paper,
My bones as paper shall break.
This planet of mine,
This body of mine,
Has something to see.
These eyes as oceans,
They flow within me.
The oceans as eyes so calming.
Stood in the dark place, but the water remains.
The one thing that holds beauty when the people’s actions do not,
This is the area in which we are taught
To read people.
When you look in my eyes,
Though not blue,
You will see life.
Life as the sea, because there is a world within the waters.
So much life and profound hope to be seen,
And here is where you look.
These eyes see sadness just as the oceans become *****,
You can poison the heart, the people.
You can break the bones, he land, and tear them to shreds,
But the eyes, the oceans will move on.
It will roar.
And the brain you ask,
This brain is the main part in which I operate.
It is the history of which Ive seen and what Ive not,
Learning from its mistakes and taking the past as learning tools,
Not criticizing the last fools.
My brain sees the unseen.
My brain is not the people,
For not everyone understands the past.
My brain is not the land, not the bones,
Because bones will fall.
My brain is history.
And history is not to be forgotten.
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