Daylight 4U2C

Daylight 4U2C Jan 2015

Tomorrow

You'll think you have me in the palm of your hand and like snow I leave only water, but don't soak yourself over cold things and empty-looking glasses, because that is what will keep you going and make you strong. Don't ignore it's existence because it has no bright colors or fear when the warmth hits your hands that touched something so frozen, and so heartless that warmth burns, because eventually the burning will go away and the warmth will flow throughout. You aren't glass and going from cold to hot won't shatter you, just hold yourself together. In the end I know my words are shunned, and shammed, but I still say 'get well soon'.

#poem #sad #hopeful #snow #tomorrow #leaving #get #better #well #soon

Daylight 4U2C Dec 2014

Stormy Weather

Let them swim through your mind,
while you contemplate life.
If they ask what your thinking,
you won't really know.
It went from ground zero,
to somewhere past space.
And so, you have become quite distraught.
Now I know that it's tough,
keeping eyes on the prize,
and keeping your head in the game.

Daylight 4U2C Dec 2014

Optimistic

Maybe I don't have a mind,
but at least I'm not crazy.

I fallen so many times,
so I'm so experienced.

I've been cheated and left behind;
I know my friends and enemies.

I hear the echos of memories;
they see how far I've come.
So I know I've come so far.

Don't have a lot of friends,
so music's number 1.

Would **** for solitude,
but then where is the fun.

Maybe it's complicated,
but that makes an adventure.

Sometimes the darkest times,
are ones we gladly venture.

Optimist living for a life we understand. We were never idiots; we have the upper-hand. Notice their all falling down the depths of agony, but we optimist live strong, proud, and free.

#poem #optimistic #free #strong #live #proud #better #optimist #happier #greener

Daylight 4U2C Nov 2014

Santa's Slaving Helper

Pouncing through my door with his huge, squishy hands,
he laughs manically and ask,
..."where's the can?"
I lead him the way soaked with disgust,
this man... Ole Saint Nick looks like he's gonna bust.
He comes out, hangs his coat.
His hands look real dry.
I don't think he washed them,
doubt that he'd try.
You'd think this is all a joke.
This man is just so sick.
There is no way this gross old man could be good Ole Saint Nick!
He scratches his scalp,
flakes fly all around.
He **-hos' and ha-has'
as they fall on my ground.
I finally speak without any fear.
"Okay 'Santa', why are you here?"
He **-hos',"Elfy-boy! Tiny! ******! Dear kid! You're so very small, it seemed as if you hid. A simmering *** like you could really use a lid.
I came because of traffic. It's really crowded in the sky. Do you know how many planes are up there? And it's always worse at this time. Besides, don't you want me here? Maybe you got something too. In fact, if you want, looking in the bag gives you something to do!"
So I did just as he said.
Something he got for me?
He has no idea!
That would actually make me happy!
Something dark ran down my shoulders and right over my head.
I was so absolute I was completely and utterly dead.
Then a noise came about, shining light on to me.
My nightmare had come true.
Santa kidnapped me again,
because he had nothing better to do.

Daylight 4U2C Nov 2014

Be Yourself

Once I read a book
about a little lady whom
was overwhelmed by powers,
and was falling into doom.
She scared away her loved ones,
and was driven to a corner.
She thought to change herself,
to bring family and friends back for her.
However she was halted,
by the fearful and the fray.
They came back trying to be brave,
saying "No, please wait, it's okay",
never should a monkey beg
to ever be a moose,
I've never seen a rabbit stare
pleading to be a goose.
Her eyes were wide with tears that flood,
she didn't have a clue.
She could become safe to them,
but they plead she love present her,
over and ideal image of anything new.

I guess the idea really was from a story...well show. I watched Once Upon A Time this morning and this was amazing to me. She wanted to get rid of her powers to be safe, but they stopped her because they wanted her to love who she was, even if it meant she would need time to learn to control herself.

#poem #time #be #story #yourself #*** #control #once #upon #powers

Daylight 4U2C Nov 2014

Lips

I don't have lips,
I don't like lips.
They lie,
they deceive,
they hurt,
they breathe.
The air is foul.
Like fresh,
clean,
suds,
turned to dirt,
and washed mud.
The words are harsh.
Killing me softly,
the doves cry.
The radio jumps.
The words screamed.
Held inside?
All I know is lips taste bad,
after hurting my stomach,
they release what I had.
They let out what I hold,
letting go off it all.
I don't like lips.
I don't have lips.
And I more than don't mind.

Daylight 4U2C Nov 2014

This isn't a drill

You know it well,
all life with a price.
A tag to every word that escapes a lip.
That no life is eternal,
or at least far as we know.
You must do,
to have,
then soon we all go.
But rather than fretting,
rather than dark depths.
Take the price tag and pay it,
as it won't rip off.
Take the price tag and pay it,
though it may rip you off.
Take the price tag and pay it,
since there is never a choice.
Take this price tag and pay it,
and work for what you want,
or demolish the store you built,
leaving holes in all you've got,
watching the land beneath you tilt.

#poem #life #money