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I know you may not love me
The same way I love you
But you needn't feel you have to
For your love to still be true
For me, it's still an honor
Just to feel this way at all
Without you, I feel nothing
And with you, I feel all

So please don't feel I'm wasting time
On something that can't be
When every moment spent with you
Helps me feel more like me
We don't have to be lovers
When the love we share as friends
Can help us feel so much like whole
So please, don't let this end

Nowhere that I've ever been
Has felt like home to me
Not one place I have lain my head
Has vanquished misery
It hasn't been the places
That have saved me from alone
With you, my friend, I've found my peace
With you, I feel I'm home

It doesn't have to be romance
In spending time with you
A pleasant conversation
Or an argument will do
The way we show we care
In everything we say and do
Making love isn't physical
It's each moment shared with you

So worry not that you don't feel
The same way that I do
For love can still exist in friendship
And still be pure and true
Not one moment is a waste
When you are close to me
With you, I do not feel alone
With you, I feel I'm free

Will you take my hand and boldly see
Just how our friendship grows?
Through good and bad
Through right and wrong
Through times we're hurting so
In sharing every heartache
Working through mistakes we make
Don't let this die
Don't say goodbye
With love as friends at stake
Sitting alone where I hate to call home
As the voices ring on once again as they do
I've lost peace of mind
It's nowhere I can find
The thoughts just keep coming
I sit here and stew
For there is no distracton to bring satisfaction
In staying off things I would rather not think
There is no defense
No relaxing the tension
There's no victory in running
I've started to sink
The same things I've said now repeat in my head
But I find it much harder believing my words
When there's nothing to show
While the pain keeps on growing
I've held on to nothing but hope with no cure
I've chewed through the bars
I've stopped counting my scars
For they keep on collecting new scars of their own
Life in a cage amidst sorrow and rage
But prepare for the freedom of choking alone
I've taken my steps
Each has come to collect
Maybe I'm just defective
Neglected by chance
Smiles no longer save me
The beauty keeps fading
Despite all my efforts, I never could dance
So I sit here alone
Just a fool with no throne
Who sees fit to condone trying so hard in vain
"One day..." I keep saying
And the record keeps playing
Just like me, it is broken
It's here I remain
Despite all I have tried
Despite all the tears cried
I've but flooded my mind with more things to forget
Hope has carried me far
But what lessons there are
Only teach me I'm drowning
Tangled in my own net
Confusion in each thought, for so many bleed together
That the thought of such confusion nearly ceases thought entire
Fusion I have sought, but together, they are severed
What is wrought is no illusion...clearly pieces that inquire
Is there rhyme within unreason?
Is there sense in the insane?
Haphazard contemplations in the whereing of each why
The whatting of each who when every when commits its treason
Come and go, too quick or slow, it's sure to quickly come again
Slowly bleeding 'midst the feeding of ideas to the senses
In a sense, and in defense, I've no idea what to say
For the words have all been heard in every way and all pretenses
No matter painted pictures, all will see it their own way
It makes much sense to me, for I live the grand confusion
That so plays upon the mental tongue with which my fingers speak
The order in disorder seems to be the quest of each intrusion
Finding I am strong, even when I feel I'm weak

What now have I to do with thou?
What then will we surmise?
As it were, has it occurred to us
To claim our ****** prize?
Disallow right here and now
That this will lead to our demise
Endure the curse that murders us
Defeating all devised

Legions of sparrows have shadowed my halls
The feathered winds doth shudder my soul
For Good and Evil have come to call
A fight to my death for each shard of the whole
Each dream and each nightmare tattooing confliction
Every caw a new scar of insane
An act of revenge, or an act of contrition
It is, in the end, merely trying in vain

Long seeking for something with much nothing found
I've reached to the heavens from far 'neath the ground
Darkness and light have both poisoned my soul
Both seek to gain the full grip of control

Need there be reason for Death to preside?
For surely, he wins in the end of all ends
Yet, looming hereafter, his presence confides
That there's life in the lifeless for which to defend
A prayer in each lie and a sin in each sainting
Cannot rend the veil of such painted on smiles
For the mask cannot hide what defies contemplating
In a sense, there's no defense against the waiting of a while

Silence constructing and muffling sound
Both something and nothing in everything found
Broken and beautiful wings now unfold
I rise with the sparrows in a gale uncontrolled

No need to get emotional
For rise above the storm we shall
Dividing the devotional
The notion will prevail
With calloused hull and tattered sail
Traversing the irrationale
To reach the unapproachable
Defining each detail
As seas embrace and batter shores
The winds caress and shatter ties
Carrying the ashes
To the places thoughts collide
Becoming snow upon the lore
As seasons change before my eyes
The moment that now passes
Giving hope no place to hide

In no sense does it make sense to me
Despite how things remain the same
However hopeless I may be
I find that much more hope to claim
In no sense, and in no pretense
Can I explain the war within
There is no greater evidence
Than falling but to rise again
Trembling between the drops
Of every tear that never stops
Lies silence in vain
All heart, no gain
Regrets, false hopes
And smiles that boldly shine
How my heart both clips and clops
In gutters and on mountain tops
In joy or in pain
One thing will remain
I dare to cope
With everything that’s mine
Sometimes I have a hell of a time
And sometimes, it’s just a hell of a time
But heaven or hell
Gone bad or gone well
I will not stop
Until my time is due
With every fall, there’s always a climb
Even if standing back up takes some time
For I will not sell
My heart for a cell
My dream, one day, will still come true

I'm at war with myself
I keep telling myself
That all will be fine
And that it never will be
Somewhere high on a shelf
'Midst the dust of itself
Lies the peace of my mind
That once was
That soon will be
With each page that I find
Whether sighted or blind
I still read between lines
In this story of sorrow
Time is evil
Time is kind
I've lost naught but my mind
I know that in time
I will welcome tomorrow
Now I lay me down to shriek
This death of kiss upon my cheek
A taste of curse I cannot shake
This pain of truth the sharpest stake
Your hypocritic travesties
Have only but empowered me
To wage this war and **** my plight
In rage against your dying light

Now I pray me down to weep
Such great misfortune I must keep
This binding rope has set me free
No sin remains to harbor me
Alive in fires of purest ice
As death contrives to still me twice
So swiftly from its poisoned veins
Engraving soul with jagged stains

Oh, how I've paid it down...so weak
So futile, all these words I speak
Such wasted breath upon the masses
Faking selves and kissing *****
How much heartache will it take
For selfishness to finally break
What is it that controls the minds
Of those who tighten their own binds?

Break me down, for I can't sleep
Another nightmare comes to creep
Into the world of waking dreams
To burn the flesh and rip the seams
Such fabric of decay is woven
Lies we've lived, denies we've chosen
Is it regret, or what we deserve
For taking orders and losing nerve?

Let me drown in desert's dust
My skin to crack, my bones to rust
Much better than to drown within
With haggard sight and crooked grin
Mistakes I've made, and pay the cost
I'll never gain all that I've lost
But maybe I can leave this place
A memory that's not disgrace

So, lay me down my soul to sleep
Embraced by light that I still keep
And may tomorrow bring a smile
Through all the pain and loss worthwhile
May I still see the beauty there
And leave a taste for those who dare
To find what madness cannot take
Before we lose what's still at stake
You might say I am talented, and talented am I
But maybe not the way in which you're thinking
My words may seem so balanced as they bleed before your eyes
But the veins from which they spill are badly torn
The peace that I have wanted only seems fit to comply
Scarcely randomly between each effort's sinking
It is my greatest challenge to find beauty in the lies
And the tragedies now endlessly reborn

I tell myself each instance, it won't be like times before
But repeatedly, I doubt the words I'm saying
Even though I know the future has such miracles in store
My worries and my fears come out to play
Instead of having patience, I embrace what I abhor
'Til what little peace I've found, I am forsaking
And I find it that much harder to keep holding out for more
Through the torment of such never ending pain

So, I write down every word of which I need to hear the most
The very words I often speak to others
And arrange them in a way I know I'll keep them very close
And reflect on them each time I lose my way
But, as my understanding seems to venture oh so close
To the truths that I so often seem to smother
The party starts all over, and I play the gracious host
Entertaining every doubt in every way

What seems like creativity so sanely resonating
Is emotion never making up its mind
Although it may seem natural, each time, I'm hesitating
Almost never satisfied with what I say
So many imperfections in the art that I'm creating
But I blend them in the best way I can find
'Til the beauty of the heartache and the pain so devastating
Ring out true for me as madness leads the way

My writing helps me through each darker day that's always waiting
And the storms which come to rage within my mind
Even in this reading, some of you are now relating
As you see the bitter truth in what I say
Don't focus on the way that I arrange my conversating
Focus on the messages within the rhymes
For my talent isn't in the way the words are correlating
It's in showing, just like you, I'm not okay
It isn't the form or the delivery. It is the message contained therein.
Internal self narratives dreaming and waking
The well runneth over and dry
The only thing easy is so complicating
As luck sees fit not to comply
I've two left feet, and I stumble so clumsy
My rhythm defies elegance
Define to deny your indecision
Take a mistake, make a chance
Watching or riding enlightening lightning
While striking throughout every gale
Finding a smile, even in something frightening
True beauty will always prevail
A laugh and a tear in each strength and each fear
Sometimes falling can feel oh so grand
Plain as day or unclear, only always sincere
Who am I? I am who? Who I am.
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