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Feb 2014 · 3.4k
Black and White
Daylight 4U2C Feb 2014
Alone,
so timid.
Watching the world,
the lost faces;
the stone sky.
Black and white.
These people claim "crushed soul",
the town claims "no life left unlost...",
beyond this grey sky.
Rainbow?
Wake up.
This world is too full.
This world of "just too plain."
A poem I wrote a long time ago. Kind of dreary, but is it good?
Feb 2014 · 345
Fallen With The Sun
Daylight 4U2C Feb 2014
The sun sets at 5.
least happy alive.
Comfort in the moon,  
much like I.
Each routine day,
I let out a sigh.
For I have worries,
if worries are there.
For I have feelings,
I don't believe are fair.
I can numb,
I can bear.
For I am brave,
among this mask I wear.
For I am paved,
into this life I fear.
For even if no one knows,
I AM HERE.
I am fully human,
not a half,
not a bit.
I am finally smiling,
though my thoughts may not quit!
My smile is home now,
and a home where I'll fit.
Feb 2014 · 239
I exist.
Daylight 4U2C Feb 2014
I am funny,
when you get to know me.
I am crying for you,
when your sun don't shine.
I am happy,
if your happy.
I am always going to try,
to be the person you want to find.
I am thinking about life,
in a way that's so abstract.
I am sleeping right when I get home,
I can promise you that fact.
I am wishing I weren't invisible,
and solitude wasn't my fear.
I am crying on my inside,
for someone to see me here.
Daylight 4U2C Feb 2014
No one even knows I exist.
Why do I bother with this?
I must have lost my mind.
Or perhaps purposely left it behind.
Regardless,
I can't feel.
I can't care.
I can't recall when last my puzzle was together.
Maybe never.
I lost the will.
I lost the strength.
My weary eyes,
want to shut,
I say "no."
They cry "but."
My wavered heart,
wants to open.
I say "no."
It starts moping.
I feel like I'm a *****-up.
I feel alone.
I guess, maybe I'm not, but I feel so on my own.
My music,
wants me to smile on the inside,
I say "no."
It says "It's alright."
I say "no."
It says "don't cry."
I say "I'll try."
But the unavoidable passes my by.
I try.
I try not to die.
To stay alive.
To stay away from the darker side.
But I rarely cry.
I always sigh.
I'm losing my touch.
I'm saying goodbye.
I'm climbing the window sill.
Hear my last hymn.
I must bid everyone adieu,
and fall out of my skin.
Feb 2014 · 3.4k
Shadow Insides
Daylight 4U2C Feb 2014
Sleep.
Sleep child,
til' the light overpowers the darkness inside,
where I secretly cried.
I secretly tried,
but no one would guess,
and I never put my cards face up.
It's only ketchup.
Used to patch up,
the cut and scratch ups,
caused by the dull
of my pencil,
and my soul.
I fell,
but I dragged myself up again,
back into my daily skin,
and I'm that burden.
That one whose not fully there,
told by everyone, "you just don't care",
with a random shudder scare.
The words I despise you all think,
even the shrink,
and it drowns me to the sink.
I'm that disaster,
everyone's after,
maniacal laughter.
"Am I losing my mind?"
"Is this mind really mine?"
"Would dying be fine?"
I'm not so refined :)
I can see the things in perfect imagery,
things I don't want to see,
always worried everyone hates me.
I can't see,
I'm not me,
I'm not even a somebody.
Maybe inside is some other ghost,
I'm the host,
at my death let's just have a toast.
Til' death do we part,
take it as a new start,
buy the roses to my grave from walmart.
I didn't think I mattered anyways,
sleeping through these pass-me-by days,
my mind playing simon says.
I always secretly try,
but I am still I,
and now simon says ".....goodbye."
please comment
Feb 2014 · 1.1k
Valentine Oh Valentine
Daylight 4U2C Feb 2014
Valentine oh valentine,
the sweetest wine,
a valentine.
Always mine,
my valentine.
To hug when I am, oh so bored.
Valentine oh valentine,
so calm; refined,
my valentine.
Never leave my mind,
my iridescent valentine.
Lest' you thus strick me with a sword.
It's kind of short. Should I make it longer or leave it?
Feb 2014 · 710
Tell Me I'm Wrong
Daylight 4U2C Feb 2014
Too tall to know,
too small to see.
Too impatient,
to ever be free.
The escape hides,
and none will seek.
All who wonder,
lie too weak.
A silver-gold path,
to show my way.
If only. if only,
I knew night from day.
A nickle, a dime,
either way I've done time,
because of my crime,
to love too divine.
For I, so simple,
live a life of regret.
For I, so anxiously,
tend to forget.
"Life is but a dream," they say,
and I live in a dream everyday.
Now can those who hear my words,
understand my thoughts in thirds?
That, my friends, is how I see.
That, my friends, is how my mind talks to me.
It tells me what I wish to hear,
and that is what I often fear.
Does anyone ever see me there?
See me wishing to go somewhere?
For I, so awful, wishy-wash,
lose focus on reality.
For I, so awfully awfully lost,
don't know when I am being me.
For I, so tall,
never know.
For I, so small,
never see.
Comments?
Jan 2014 · 1.1k
Lily Pad
Daylight 4U2C Jan 2014
Searching recklessly for reason.
Gasping carelessly for air.
Wondering if maybe someone knows you exist.
Curious if someone truly cares.
Cares more about you, than the pride to say they once were there.
Contemplating if they might stay.
Like the poker face you always wear.
The world spins, and specks fly off.
That's what humans seem to be.
Time takes only seconds, to make you want to leave.
So give yourself a moment here.
You might find what it is you lost.
If indeed it's broken,
try to recollect the happiness you tossed.
A quote I once heard: You don't drown by falling in water, you drown by staying there.
Jan 2014 · 432
Greyscale
Daylight 4U2C Jan 2014
From day to night
To day to night
I see the world in black and white.
there's good
or bad.
There's fight
or flight.
It's almost funny,
how my sight's not quite right.
Though, lonesome, it is,
I laugh in spite.
For years, I thought,
a rainbow could bite.
Jan 2014 · 451
Pray Tell From Down Below
Daylight 4U2C Jan 2014
All they say is what they see,
because behind closed doors they never listen.
On rarity they do,
they only hear their self-remarks.
Honesty is virtue,
only if it doesn't burn.
But when they do find it soothing to say,
it only tears like metal to bare skin.
It's not that they are blind,
nor be it that they don't mind.
It's the lack of effort.
It pins to us like a bug to a wall.
It clumps into a fire below,
and becomes something close to hell.
You can't hate them,
for what you have become says hate isn't inside you.
There is no room for hate in you,
when there is no room for love in them.
We try real hard to get where we are,
and I think we've gotten pretty far.
Only a few more miles,
in the endless abyss,
before we get soaked in sweet,
tender,
darkness.
Times are getting harder,
and swelling up with air.
People continue to pretend they are prying,
simply to get under your skin.
They can't seem to truly care enough,
to end our war of heart and mind.
So we can hide in this dark,
cold room.
Don't worry,
no one will open the door.
They can't even hear us scream, "Please wake me."
They think we're screaming for more.
Comments? Suggestion? Thoughts?
Jan 2014 · 595
The Same Old
Daylight 4U2C Jan 2014
Everything I say gets drowned out by cheap perfume and cigarettes.
I heard there once was a time when the only things labeled, were jars.
Now everything is defined by another.
An endless circle of cans' and can'ts'
It's so tiring.
Everything I aim for is shooting me down like a bird.
I heard we all have pre-made holes, never able to be made full.
Now everything is in our minds.
On our minds.
An endless rant of holy waters or red wines.
It's so tiring.
Everything I see, I've seen so much.
Seeing day by day.
I heard the same sounds, and they don't matter anymore.
Now everything is so repetitive
An endless dispute between caring and slumber.
It's so tiring
Everything has become a bore
Almost full off boredom.
I heard such things that have driven the emotions out of me.
Now I'm pulling out the string in the seams.
An endless unraveling of sanity.
It's so...tiring.
Jan 2014 · 438
A Lone Some Person
Daylight 4U2C Jan 2014
Everyone lets me down and no one dares to catch me.
I fall to the ground with answers, but no one cares to ask me.
If I told them what I knew, they'd quickly lose their interest.
If I were too, baby blue, they'd further our distance.
And so I fear, for what I cannot change.
And so I stare at the dirt as if it were strange.
I do not cry, nor tear.
For I can not miss what was never here.
I do not sit alone.
For my shadow is a best friend of my own.
I might add to this eventually, but does it sound good so far?
Jan 2014 · 369
The Signs are Everywhere
Daylight 4U2C Jan 2014
Can the sun be any brighter?
I may be engulf into the sky's bright ray.
My heart is so full I cannot have any more,
and so I shall love no more than what I do.
This is the ocean I hid inside.
This is the rabbit hole,
that sparks my every curiosities.
Can I fly any further?
I may implode without warning
My goosebumps may come right out of me,
and my heart, climb out my mouth.
This is the river to the hidden third path diverged
This is the forest I always get lost in,
that secretly points me to the answers.
Can I love?
Jan 2014 · 1.0k
Underwater Breaths
Daylight 4U2C Jan 2014
Under the water.
At the bottom of the shore, it lies.
It faces the ocean roof, and peeks out to the sun, that peeks out to it.
It breathes and stares on into the glass top.
Everything is slow.
Everything is cold.
This is where it always was.
This is where it always is.
The water overflowed the hole hidden in the stomach.
There is peace for once.
It could cry of joy, but no one would know.
That is why it ran.
That is why it left.
To take a breathe into the unknown.
To be where others disapproved.
It's the disapproval that drives the car.
And the car falls.
And the car drags a figure to the ocean bed.
And the figure lies on the bed.
And instead of sleeping it stares at the ceiling, as it always has.
Jan 2014 · 406
Too White for Flying
Daylight 4U2C Jan 2014
Laying under this old forgotten sky.
So forgotten its blank.
No one looks up there anymore.
As if they didn't care for the beauty.
They say stop and smell the roses.
Taste with closed eyes, they say.
Feel the chill run upon your spine.
They say it all, and forget so much.
But how can you forget the sky.
It once wore a baby's blue.
And the cotton ***** were  afloat.
Now this white cap has become a normal thing.
And do they care?
Do they?
Not in the slightest.
Child, you ask me how I know?
Why don't you ask the big white dome
Where I live the sky really is just blank. I tell my friends how strange it is, since where I was born the sky was always changing colors. From blue to orange and red. They tell me it's a normal thing, but it sees kind of sad. Imagine swinging and when you look up the sky is a grayish dull color. Maybe it's all one big cloud, or maybe it's all one big dome.
Jan 2014 · 265
You Have to Worry!
Daylight 4U2C Jan 2014
Dear Anon,
Today I die.
Dear Anon,
do you wonder why?
Dear Anon,
oh how you make me blue.
Dear Anon,
never caring to ask, "where are you."
I can't possibly matter to my dear dear dear.
Well Anon,
  I am here.
Well Anon,
have no fear.
Well Anon,
  are you well?
Well Anon,
  I guess I fell.
Down that old well well well.
Love Anon,
be there to open curtains.
Love Anon,
make me laugh.
Love Anon,
  don't abandon me.
Love Anon,
I was in a crash
You have to worry about people! If you don't, no matter who they are, they could be hurt somewhere. Worry, care, and love just a litte
Jan 2014 · 4.4k
Erstwhile
Daylight 4U2C Jan 2014
A wicked woman told my love, "**** him and you will be free."
My love paused, and the wicked woman's old twig of a finger pointed off to me.
Love walked to me with tearful eyes, as if she had no choice.
I smiled wryly and told her in the softness of my voice, "Let it be done, and be free.
No sword is long enough to show my love for thee. No dagger, short enough to match my heart's beat.
So please my love, take your choice of my death. Choose what would be fit."
She didn't hesitate, just cry. She, slowly lifting a mirror from the dust.
I don't know why I felt I must, but I wiped the tears away just to savor her touch.
I looked into her sad blue eyes, just for one more glance. Then I shut my own.
I could feel her lift the mirror, this was her chance, let it be known.
A crashing blankness came down on me, soon after the last things I heard.
"I'm moving up, and you're moving down." These were her last words.
I didn't understand them then, but now I think I know.
She will one day be in the warm light, while I'm still stuck in the cold indigo.
I'd always run up the down escalator, like a crazy kid.
She always said, one day I'd trip.
And now I finally did.
Jan 2014 · 453
Effortless
Daylight 4U2C Jan 2014
I'm breathing at the crust of the sea.
so I tell myself to stop breathing.
I'm running to nowhere,
so I tell myself stop running.
I'm trying far to hard for nothing,
so I tell myself stop trying.
I can't even fathom,
why the world is always crying,
when everything that's wrong,
can simply be not done.
Daylight 4U2C Jan 2014
Don't let go!
I'll get you out of this snow!
Hold on tight,
the little girl screamed,
to the frozen beam.

It's clasped slipped,
and it's color gone.
A solitary sad song.
I hate you!
You left me to fend for myself!
Give me life,
and you die for the happiness wealth?
I would join,
but it's not fair.
It never really was,
you always left me,
now your once again gone.
Stop fooling me!
Stop killing me!
Well now your truly dead!
I tried to save you,
you know that right?
I did my best,
just like you always said.
I'm not mad.
I'm not mad.
I'm just losing mind.
You told me that you cared for me,
then left me lost behind.
Friend why is't it so cold to be alone?
It's like my breath is visible,
and I'm breathing under water.
Friend why is't it so cruel to never be needed?
As if I were a speck of dust,
and there's no one I can trust.
I tried to trust, just like you said.
But those humans weren't my brothers.
And now you too,
are leaving me blue.
Why can't I smile,
for all that I have.
Give me a reason,
tell me once again.
Why don't I smile,
with true happiness.
I feel half-alive,
and I feel half-dead.
You're leaving like they always do,
please, please take me too with you.
I'm endorsed in fright.
J-just hold on tight!
the young girl tried to lift the man,
she lifted as best she can.
She dragged him,
but then dropped into the snow.
Please don't leave!
she cried
I won't ever let you go!
*There she lay for days to come,
laying wide awake,
then a bird swoop by the girl,
and dipped into a lake.
The girl looked down at her friend,
who shade was paler that the snow,
she dragged him to the lake.
Cast him off and let him go.
Her eyes were red,
with tears she'd dread,
but she still had a hope.
The bird sat down beside her,
and together they would cope.
Daylight 4U2C Jan 2014
Can she walk on water?
Can we call her fay?
Has she been to Neverland?
Does she go there everyday?
So much to ponder,
of that beautiful bell.
And I will lay in my death bed,
and ponder shall echo from my own little well.
Tell her I am with her,
when she feels alone.
Give her hugs to warm her,
when she's cold straight to the bone.
**** myself to save her,
then watch her from above.
When she think no one cares,
I would vow to her my love.
There she goes now,
I cannot follow,
she runs off to a mystical land.
A world where the sun shines brighter,
than the darkness ever can.
I am the dark,
and she the light.
So fragile to my comfort night.
I be a man who weep for thee,
she is her for someone else, not for me.
I lived before I ever knew she,
and I will live forevermore,
though I shall always,
always wish for a shine of her to pour.
Sweet miracle to grow a flower,
out of this dead tree.
Tell me love,
if I had asked,
do you think you'd ever love me?
Fay means fairy, but it also means smart and beautiful.
  Any opinions? Suggestions? Thoughts?
Daylight 4U2C Jan 2014
If you give a wishing stone,
she'll travel out all on her own.
She'll  leave behind the fear and pain,
and keep herself from going insane.
While her friends are getting diagnosed,
she'll be somewhere in her boat.
Maybe she'll have tea for two,
but at least she'll know what to do.
And they may ask, and plead, and beg to be in her world,
but she'll certainly say,
"Be gone, be gone, or off with your head."
Which should be said, since they cursed her be dead.
If you give a girl a wishing stone,
she'll truly feel all alone,
and for those who never cared "be gone!"
The queen has finally sang her song.
She was never a fool, just a withered small bud,
and those pigs would throw her around in the mud.
So sure she dreams and dazes off,
but she can do whatever she wants.
She earned a bit of recognition,
for all antagonize and inhibition.
Give that girl some cheer,
she fought a war for all those years.
Stop the hate for her being crushed,
unlike some, she had no love!
The glass shattered hard,
it's no surprised it became shards.
Giving time and yells,
doesn't heal, it kills.
If you give a girl a wishing stone,
you've given her one happiness finally of her own.
Daylight 4U2C Jan 2014
If you could sit silently for just a second and weep.
Would that add value to the one you already keep?
We give so much and get so little.
You can't have more, and can't be in the middle?
For you try to be sad, but it shows in your eyes.
And you realize yourself, it's all just an ugly disguise.
There is beauty in breakdown, not sadness nor shame.
But you give a gilst tear, for all that is fame.
Does it **** you inside to see what you've become?
A monster to be love, yet there you've lost all your freedom.
Shall I quote you a sap melody?
Shall I just lie like you and then agree?
No, I shan't for I have some kind of mind.
Your caked make-up was all intertwined.
Now I know, you abused me so.
You told me how your life did go.
However, you slipped some strands out.
Now I spent time thinking, with nothing to worry about.
I am baffled into laughter.
Your life was happily ever after.
Well, I am more profound.
That's why I lift you from this ground.
I tell you "be on your way."
And chuckle, "have a nice day."
Dec 2013 · 410
What connection?
Daylight 4U2C Dec 2013
I can't contemplate enough.
My mind is out of range.
I can't understand you.
You stand on your own stage.
You pull the spot light and push it away
Constantly, all at once.
And all I want is to understand,
since who you are tears to taunts.
I have forgotten myself in this endless dispute,
of trying to understand,
i have killed all feelings,
and my being has fallen to losing command.
I don't get it.
I'm breaking down.
Trying to be what you need.
Now i'm stuck on the ground.
I got bored so I stopped writing. Adhd haha
Daylight 4U2C Sep 2013
Tender means easily broken.
broken like a teapot,
shattered like glass.
Transparent means too clear.
clear as day,
crystal as mine.
Trickery means masked to fool.
Fool who fell,
****** who dare.
Trapped means suffocated.
suffocated by drama,
chocked by insecurities.
Hurt means cruel pain.
cruel pain in the chest,
burned out in the heart.
And though I wish I were less blunt. My heart is hurt, my lungs have stopped. My brain is goo, because of you. but you play it off well, so do as you do. I try to be calm and forget it, you know, but this bitter feeling continues to flow. It hurts worst than shows can make it seem, but the show must go on for every scene. So no scars, no death, no drama I swear. And I'll be like I always was. I'll always be there. It's not your fault and will never be. If only...no never mind. Well....if only she was me.
My chest hurts A LOT when I see them together. And everyone sees through me when I don't try to hide them well enough. We have acting class and a play together, but he plays the prince-like main character who gets the girls and I play the younger version of a main character. He knows I like him and he tells me he doesn't like me that way. He has someone else, but he flirts and sits in the same seat as me and text me back all the time and he shines. My life f*ing *****! I wish it weren't so hard to pretend.
Aug 2013 · 1.3k
Strawberry Your Cake
Daylight 4U2C Aug 2013
Small child,
Small world,
Small candle light.
Her face half lit but oh how bright.
All it came from a candle light.
Her birth a joy for all to see.
But, one day she'll forget me.
Big world,
Big dreams,
Big opportunities.
So far yet close, just over the seas.
While she fades too fast for the eye to see,
I just stare at old memories.
But across the ocean is where she'll be.
Average home,
Average life,
Average news to hear,
So black and white,
And so I fear,
The day she will leave is coming near.
It is sadly far too clear.
Present me,
Present her,
Present strawberry cake.
I had to learn to bake the cake.
It wasn't really too hard to make.
But if only for my sake,
I wish she'd wish away my ache.
Jul 2013 · 798
A Far Cry From Alright
Daylight 4U2C Jul 2013
Shrug it off so you don't cry.
Inside, you hope soon you might die.
The window calls and you come near,
but though death seems probable, it's "the hell" you fear.
So you give a cold shoulder to tears and pain.
You numb your feelings and your shirt's blood stain.
You pretend to not notice and say,"whatever."
But inside you're hoping death is closer.
You try to stay calm and make life simple,
yet every one thinks you must be gimple.
You stay out of trouble just to make through the day,
so to maintain your image you can never be allowed to play.
Sometimes you laugh the pain away,
but no one can see your smile decay.
Gimple - idiot
Jul 2013 · 405
Heaven On Earth (not by me)
Daylight 4U2C Jul 2013
Dance like no one is watching,
Love like you'll never be hurt,
Sing like no one is listening,
and live like it's heaven on earth.


                                        ~William Purkey
Daylight 4U2C Jul 2013
People say, "If you don't want the world to know don't tell it."
But when my tears are flowing like a rushing fall.
When my heart is really about to stop beating
When I just can't move because all my thoughts have been taken
I can't just hold it all in.
I can't pretend I never lost in the war of man and woman
I can't pretend I'm not frail and useless now to him.
I can't pretend I ever was his.
Yet I try to.
I try to tell the world of these feelings
that all they will do is sympathize with words such as, "Poor thing. I feel sorry for you."
They will never get it.
They will never understand the pain I go through
I went through to write a single poem.
To feel so broken and be told not to tell the world
The world must be a really ***** place, to spread about a girl who just was scared
The world must be a heartless black pit that ***** you in.
That makes you so sad you could hardly say a word.
While you clench your hair and hold in the scream
that you realize you wouldn't be able to let out anyhow.
And when you press enter you know it
You know the whole world is passing around your true thoughts
like they are some kind of virus
Would the whispers of your life stop.
No.
They would just become louder
More and more whispers
you would clench your teeth and just...cry...
A new phobia has been awakened
and your heart has become colder than it once was.
It might have been worse if you just held it in.
It might have crushed you inside
This may have been better
Maybe...
Maybe it was better but, maybe...it just became worst
Jul 2013 · 385
Forever Sorrow
Daylight 4U2C Jul 2013
Sorrow filled the air.
She layed beyond our touch.
She grieved for the one
who she could never see again.
The wishing word "forever"
was blown into the wind.
She tried to catch it with all her might.
But it flew away.
As she jumped for it she saw a floor.
Down, she fell.
Down, the stairs of red and white.
Down, she fell.
During the endless night.
A hope that life would bear her blessed.
Hope, not a lie that'd leave her life less.
She rose with a gasp her heart beat so crest.
She rose in a motion,
so fast; so scared.
Life torn away.
Dreams blown away.
The kiss that sealed her hope
would never come and she grew old.
Withered away at 23
Down, she fell
from her loved ones tree.
The apples he loved joined her in pain.
The lost and the loved will all be the same.
Found in years, lost in more, found again.
                                              "Forever" he swore.
Jul 2013 · 1.0k
The Great Adventure
Daylight 4U2C Jul 2013
I hopped in daddy's car today
We drove to an old looking house
Daddy said make sure and be careful
I said okay, because it may have ghost.

He brought his special brush for bones
I walked with creaks and squeaks
This was an adventure for Susie-ann!
I'd been waiting for this for weeks.

I was a knight sent to **** a dragon.
I was a pirate in search for treasure chest
"I am a girl with big imagination,"
Says my daddy with his searching vest.

I walk up the entry way
The tree scratched the door
This would be my great adventure
My feet were far from sore.

I didn't give up just that easy
A adventurer never quits
My job was not over yet
I couldn't have any submits

I flicked my flashlight at the wall
The ghost could not be seen
I was getting bored now
Embarrassed by the scene.

I was a child looking for ghost
Ghost, this house did not hold
I don't know why I was looking for ghost
When I should really be looking for gold.
Jul 2013 · 522
The Jokes On You
Daylight 4U2C Jul 2013
Why won't he write.
It's almost been I year.
I lay in my own teary bed.
I question why I'm here.
He rejected my frail heart.
It was my fault for asking.
but, why does he have to go and cut off all connections.
I left so many messages.
6 until the end of the year.
days and days go by.
Until I question if he even cares.
Does he care that I am living or dead?
Would he mind if I wasn't here.
I feel a shiver down my back from the fear that grew so near.
Why do I still remember his face?
Why can't I forget?
If I told myself he was the past,
why does my soul regret.
I start to panic.
What might have happened?
Did he lose all breath?
Did he decide we weren't still friends?
How could he sink to such low depth?
Was he playing a trick on me?
Playing hot potato with my heart?
Was he just amusing himself, while I start to break apart?
Could it be...?
Could it be...I was the joke right from the start?
Jul 2013 · 489
Only Life To Some
Daylight 4U2C Jul 2013
There are places with wonders and dreams
There is clothing that falls from the seams
There are children who laugh without wealth
There are people who smile with bad health
There aren't always tears in the eyes of the poor.
They know on the outside they don't have much,
but on the inside they have so much more.
There are people who go bankrupt or worse,
but they don't always stop to cry
because they haven't yet died.
They live...
That's all
That's all they need.
There are places without wonders and dreams
There is clothing that hangs up from the seams
There are children who don't laugh with wealth greater than great
There are people who don't smile with a very healthy fate
There are tears in the eyes of the kicked down poor
They know on the inside don't have much,
but on the outside they have so much more
There are people who go bankrupt or worse,
and they all stop to cry
because they know there worth has pretty much died
Worthless...
that's all
that's all they are.
Jul 2013 · 365
What Makes You Proud
Daylight 4U2C Jul 2013
When you look back at the happy things,
                                               you just plead in your thoughts,
                                           "let's go back to that time."
                                       But you know you never can.
                           You think about when they were young,
                  when you last spoke him them,
          when she broke your heart.
      You remember everything.
          The sad,
              happy,
               funny moments.
                   Just the memory makes you cry.
                        Memories are painfully bitter,
                            yet sweet,
                               and somewhere in between,
                                  that's where you keep all of those memories.
                                        In a hidden safe,
                                          locked up,
                                          with a key pad that you forgot the code to,
                                    that's where you keep memories no one can see.
                                  The ones you forget.
                           Yet are your most sacred.
                      The memories you forget not to forget.
                 And as you sit alone recalling all of the past.
           As you cry in an empty room.
       As you sob in an airport.
            As you cry and sob and let your tears rain,
                you start to think of the future.
                      The new job,
                        the accomplished dream,
                           the husband,
                               college,
                                     more and more and so many thing,
                                         you heart burst with all of the anticipation.
                                              As you think of the future and past,
                          YOU CRY WITH A SMILE ON YOU FACE
Jul 2013 · 665
Iiiii Liiiiike Chocolate
Daylight 4U2C Jul 2013
I like chocolate
So creamy and filled
your wildest dreams,
all in one bite.
I like chocolate
the chocolate I love
sweet and unhealthy,
thats right
Yet chocolate is
curious, and
different.
The emotions inside are not always machines.
The feelings you give and take
think about it,
aren't these kind of...mystic.
They hold memories or futures, thoughts, and dreams.
Dreams of futures and thoughts of memories.
Sure there is outside taste but,
don't you taste it?
The feelings, hopes, thoughts and dreams
only by a nibble on it's seams?
Well if you don't it can't be helped.
Savoring taste can't always be developed.
However,
I still want to let you know
chocolate is just as good as cookie dough
Daylight 4U2C Jul 2013
He could be the wind,
stroking slightly across my face.
He could be the sand,
calling me to follow.
He could be the sky,
too far to reach.
The only assurance,
I can't be his.
If he were wind,
He would soon fly away.
    If he were sand,
      He'd soon be mud.
        If he were the sky,
           yes if he were so high,
               my touch to his tender skin,
                   would never be.
The only assurance,
                                       I can't be his
Jul 2013 · 455
Who Am I?
Daylight 4U2C Jul 2013
Everyone.
They all seem so happy,
while I cry without reason.
Who am I?
A mask without a face?
A dog trained to forget it's old self?
A person walking alone,
not even knowing who they are.
Who am I?
I act different.
I am nice to you.
I am mean to him.
I am energetic to her.
I am too calm to them.
I am never the same.
Who am I?
To call myself human?
To say I am inhuman?
All of it would be lies.
Yet, I am none of it.
I am a wanderer,
on a trail.
I am an emotional wreck.
And I know one day I won't be,
but I will be again.
Over and over.
Who am I?
I don't know.
It was hard for me to figure out myself,
crying and saying, "but, I can't help it"
that just won't help you.
Nothing will change.
Either live in misery or figure it out.
Who am I?
I don't know yet,
but one day I will.
My satisfaction will over-whelm me.
Even if I don't find out today,
or tommarow,
and on and on.
I don't know who I am,
but I am someone.
And one day I will know,
who I am.
Jul 2013 · 621
Watch You Grow, Celosia
Daylight 4U2C Jul 2013
Love, what a Widow's day.
First bloom Celosia,
singing in the rain.
Rushing streams faint noises,
in a land some length away.
Dream clouds bathing,
in the clearest sky of blue.
  Children loafing on the chairs,
    complaining, "we have nothing to do."
There are dishes and laundry the plenty,
  but "no way" they always say.
    "Instead of working, or hiding in the house,
       we should go out and play."
Jul 2013 · 895
Life For A Caveman, As I
Daylight 4U2C Jul 2013
sleep,
slember,
til' tommarow,
in the forest of ember.
creep,
walk,
through the night,
the cave too dark and cold.
Munch,
eat,
much food left,
where lion get your prey.
Tommarow there is much to do,
so awaits another day
Jul 2013 · 679
Painful Memories
Daylight 4U2C Jul 2013
I let it take control,
the thoughts of him,
it was painful,
once the pain was gone,
I still didn't want to let go,
no,
not of my best memory.
Now someone new has interrupted my thoughts.
"Someone,"
I cry to the sky with tears filling my eyes.
"Someone,
please tell me what to do."
No one told me.
So I rejected everything.
Love?
Pity?
I'd out-grown those thoughts.
But....
What about memories?
I haden't
I couldn't out-grow the pain.
The first was the worst,
that's why I regreted the second the most.
First I thought nothing of it.
I told him sorry,
I  said goodbye.
Soon after the deed was done....
I cried.
It was hard to believe it.
I was really regeting it.
I really loved him.
In the end my memories came back.
My memories of my first love.
I hate you.
You ruined my life.
My
worst mistake....
was my best memory.
Jul 2013 · 594
Goodbye, I must
Daylight 4U2C Jul 2013
Sitting in a cold room.
Listening to cold music.
Thinking cold thoughts.
My skin keeps rotting away.
Each time it only reveals....
me.
Nothing new.
Nothing old.
Nothing at all.
Just a facade covering my fears.
Still...
I wonder.
Could I be alone?
Could I be alive?
Could I be walking?
Oh I know where I'm going.
I'm going...
Home.
I see a light.
I see a door.
I see a family.
No tears, no more.
I wish....
they would end.
Tears still fall.
Tears still roll.
Tears still burn.
I'm still...
cold.
It's still dark.
It's still hard.
It's still sad.
But...
I have a choice.
I can live in misery.
I can live in joy.
I can live in my body.
I won't forget....
you.
I might forget they way you laughed.
I might forget they way you cried.
I might forget the way you smiled.
But I will always remember......
to live.
Because you're my angel
Because you're my light
Because you're my reason
So I'll...
be alright.
I trust you
I miss you
I wish you were here
And...
I cry still.
I still remember
I still fear
The way....
we said goodbye.
Can I do that?
Can I cry?
Can I truly let you leave?
I know....
I will.
Goodnight.
Good dreams
Goodbye.
Daylight 4U2C Jul 2013
Happiness is here,
away with all my fear,
My days filled with gray,
have suddenly become clear.
I lost will more and more,
til the light peeked through my door.
Now I see when I was sad,
there was so much hope I had.

Hidden in my dark abyss,
I found a land of blue and green.
Flowering my world,
with colors I had never seen.
Now my dreams are found,
now I can move on.
Now I step up this small step,
oh wait,...I've already gone.
Jul 2013 · 597
Angel's Without Wings
Daylight 4U2C Jul 2013
I'm not dreaming, I see it clearly.  
It's the haunting of a beautiful ghost.  
Without wings, but a clear, bright, white  
Sadly her story is misdiagnosed.    
No one knows how she died, or when, where, and why.  
  We only know what we imagined
But this never makes the good, girl, ghost cry.  
  She lives for us to love and care,  
no matter how sharp the thorns get.  
She wants us to know our weaknesses,  
she hopes we never forget.  
She's a legend no one knows,  
but we feel her pain,  
We, together, know her heart  
She can't live again.  
A beauty to bright the darkest path,  
  A life with ups and downs.
A tragedy more cruel than Romeo and Juliet.
   When the balance of life drowns.
The death of her was the death of me.
The pain,
    I felt it too,
A true dream that's heard when an angel sings.
only the biggest heart can see
  The most beautiful thing in the world,
        The Angel Without Wings.
Daylight 4U2C Jul 2013
A gentle breeze from Hushabye Mountain
Softly blows o'er lullaby bay.
It fills the sails of boats that are waiting--
Waiting to sail your worries away.
It isn't far to Hushabye Mountain
And your boat waits down by the key.
The winds of night so softly are sighing--
Soon they will fly your troubles to sea.
So close your eyes on Hushabye Mountain.
Wave good-bye to cares of the day.
And watch your boat from Hushabye Mountain
Sail far away from lullaby bay.
The song is from chitty chitty bang bang. I really loved this lullaby and you can find it one youtube.
Jul 2013 · 567
My Hand's Girlfriend
Daylight 4U2C Jul 2013
It's not as dream-like as on t.v, but this girl was a dream to me
I held her close to say she was mine.
Sometimes I feared I would be left behind.
While she walked high above me I had no fears.
But when she hides and is screaming I hold back my tears.
Trying to look cool, because I'm not all that weak.
This girl knows my soft spots, this girl has her treats.
I'd become a dog if she were my owner.
I want to change her so she's not such a loner.
I want to be Houdini to see through her words,
and I don't want to fail and end up in third.
Until then I'll wait and watch her pass by.
Her shirt and hair flowing as I laugh on standby.
She will tell me her stories and all of her faults, while I tell her some of my thoughts
Then she will smile and reach out her hand and introduce *my hand's girlfriend
I'm actually a girl, but this is what happens when I get bored. Hahaha, I actually wrote this on valentine's day on another site and copied it here.
Jul 2013 · 824
Pain Pain Go Away
Daylight 4U2C Jul 2013
Pain Pain go away
Please don't come another day
Let me smile,
without the rain,
dry the tears,
install the drain.
Let me feel a rainbow come,
let me live without the glum.
Pain pain go away,
Please stay away another day,
Don't make me sorrow;
make me doubt.
Just let me hope,
and let me shout.
Let me smile,
without the rain,
dry the tears,
install the drain,
see me shine,
like a sun.
I plead you please,
since you had your turn and already won.
Pain pain go away,
Just for me,
to live another day.
Jul 2013 · 540
My other Half
Daylight 4U2C Jul 2013
If I live am I materialistic because life is material?
  If I die am I stupid because I gave up before I got started?
   If I haunt in-between life and death am I still forgotten?
  If I cry will you mend my body back together so I can give the answer to everyone else?
  If everyone else was tone-dead would you sing to me?
If everyone else had two left feet would you dance for me?
If everyone else was blind would you call me beautiful?
If everyone else was lost would we be lost together?
If everyone else was dreaming would I be in your dream?
Well, I say yes to everything, because I'm only half-hearted without you.
Jul 2013 · 501
Love's True
Daylight 4U2C Jul 2013
When did the doves begin to fade,
how did the meaning of love get so strayed,
from love at first site, to love of the french,
when did the tongue save the young *****.
How did love become forbbiden and fun,
When was the talking and laughing soon done.
If true love were a rose, it would slowly turn blue.
How did children of eight find so many soul mates.
While we love romance movies, this is not love.
Love is submitting for the better of who you love.
Love is sour, Love is sweet.
Love is cruel, Love is kind.
Love is not something everyone will find.
Love is home without home.
Love is dream before dream.
Love is not just a choice or a blank feeling.
I hope there's a day when life again sees that love has a more clear and joyful meaning.
Jun 2013 · 671
Repulsion
Daylight 4U2C Jun 2013
Ever since the repulsion,
the night was day,
clouds were black,
time just...swayed,
life lost meaning,
death lost value,
no one cut,
but no one cared,
everyone just sort of stared,
like a black hole ****** it all away,
alone I sat,
I never played,
Since the repulsion,
nothing remained,
not life,
not death,
not anything,
I was only a child,
until it all changed,
what was I supposed to do,
my life was deranged,
I was laughing and having fun,
it was all shock,
and in just five minutes I was stuck,
the ground had my feet,
I couldn't move,
I grasp the seat,
and pulled close,
I called for mom,
I screamed for dad,
but they just collapsed,
I was alone,
I was in pain,
the repulsion changed everything.
I was thinking of making a story called repulsion (if that's not taken) one day. I know repulsion means disgust, but in the story it describes "The Repulsion" as a error made by scientist that put over half of humanity into a daze. The daze is pretty much death, since there is no way to awake. This would be at the beginning of the chapter.  I hope you like it.
Jun 2013 · 537
If It Last
Daylight 4U2C Jun 2013
On a day of bright and blue, stood a girl not more than two.
The girl was poor, and you could tell that she was living a life so unwell.
Those who saw her just would stare.
Though, I believe they were all scared.
Her hair, so tangled, it'd eat a monkey whole,
yet she was really kind at soul
She wanted toys and friends to share, she always wished to have nice hair.
If only they knew her mournful pain.
They all just assumed she was insane.
She blocked my light and so I knew, if anything she was quite the view.
When our eyes met she quickly blushed,
her face like cherries, completely flushed.
She begged for money and we chatted everyday,
though I never noticed as she wasted away.
It didn't happen right on stage, it happened later in mid-age.
Though if she lives on then we would be
a very happy family.
Her laugh would resound my very soul.
Her tears, her smile, really took a toll.
When I follow her she'd be so proud,
though I choose to wait until I'm allowed
to hold her,
hug her,
take her in.
Warm her,
and touch her tender skin.
All it takes is patience and proof she should live on,
after all, from the time we met I could tell she was so strong.
No longer would she be the stray outcast,
her ***** hands and hair in the past,
I would change everything,
but only *if it last
I think poverty has been a subject of interest to me since I watched a cartoon (anime) version of Les Miserable. Please leave comments, thanks

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