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Grant Horst Mar 2015
Can't help but glance
Wants a chance
Pretty but no class
Waiting to prance

Can't strike en masse
Weakened prey in trance
Stands at an impasse
Weighing his chance

His allies are but a myth
Living a lonely writhe
Empty inside all his pith
He just wants someone to dine with
Snakes get lonely too...
Grant Horst Mar 2015
Darkness is more than just an absence of light
It's a living being, breathing from our lack of sight
When the sun sets it's one creature's time to reign
We tend to stick in the lit lane to not feign in his chains

A pool of black sea envelops all of those around he
Be careful when out and about be sure to bring a key
What he wants is a lost soul who doesn't know where he be
He may be taken to a strange place to express his dire plea

Nobody to hear me, nobody to see me, nobody who can help me
Oh Please oh Please sir I can't even see, I need my muse to set me free

Just as the man wanted to flee, a gleam of light peeped through the tree
The light shown bright right o'er the lea, his face lit up in heavenly glee

For another day passes and the light conquers again
The darkness must abstain from causing pain on this day
Grant Horst Feb 2015
It's all part of a bigger problem, namely the dollar sign
Our wealth we're given is merely determined by our blood line

The rich sit mighty high in the sky and dine
While the lessers scour for nickels and dimes

They spend all day wondering which car to drive
While we wonder if we have enough food to survive

They crack wise about their expensive wine
While we sit and buff our dishes that can't shine

We all dream of conquering the wall too steep to climb
while the affluent boot steps on those not of their kin

To clean the grime of the needy takes more time
They think an innocent gesture amounts to a crime

They're convinced we brought this on ourselves
and give more to themselves to stack on tall shelves

Unfortunately the wealthy control the people's power
Our greatest empires built by the common man's hours

Yet they are treasured the simple man's eye
The glitz and glamour are merely an illusion, an ally.

No matter how many thick gold bricks,
I am not falling for their dubious tricks

I wish to rid our society from the shackles of the dollar
But the commas add up and debt restrains like a collar

Until we can all break free from corporate's tight chain
They'll stay to drain the remains from our withered veins
Money is power. Money makes the world go around. Those who have it control what happens to our future.
Grant Horst Feb 2015
The darkness mocks me
As I lay unable to see

He laughs as I struggle to fall asleep
The leap is too far it makes me weep

A steep climb I can only make alone
to drift far away in the comfort of home

Some suggest the aid of a soporific drink
but I fear this syrup will make me sink

So I waive this offer and continue to trial
I come to the stand as he cracks a wry smile

Please I beg just let me fall into a trance
I know your stance but I just want a fair chance


You cannot cheat sleep even if you pay in advance,
it's simpler than you think , especially at first glance


I'm trying I'm trying the girl stated her plea
You are mistaken child I'm no judge but a referee

O please O please I just want to sleep,
I won't be gone long just give me the key


This game that we play is a habitual ritual,
you mustn't need aid it can't be artificial


I suggest you focus until the end is official,
what you achieve is mutually beneficial


**You are the key child look inside real deep,
tune out the noise and you'll find what you seek
Any thoughts? comments?
Grant Horst Feb 2015
Another drink
Another week
Another shot
Another drop
Another blink
Another peak
Another lot
Another flop

Gone again
Where am I
Another feign
Now say bye
for next week
is just what I seek
wrote this while pretty drunk
Grant Horst Feb 2015
Why won't you listen
I've been telling you for so long
Your eyes no longer have that faint glisten
You no longer sing your songs

You've become a different girl
Your teeth used to shine like pearls
Since you've left we've all become worried
You cut your friends off in such a hurry

You would've been a bright star
Shining in the sky, but you've become blurry
Ever since your journey I don't know who you are
I wish you could come back to us
But for now you are too far
Grant Horst Feb 2015
Once upon a strange sunrise
I got lost and time died before my eyes
I feel like i'm too far from my home
My body now races and my mind roams

I can see my feelings
I can feel my thoughts
Caved into weird dealings
My perspective tied in a knot

Hard to gain control
of which I don't understand
Seemingly an eternity,
only a tick of the minute hand

Unsure if I can withstand the heat
My soul  is a bright star, but unmanned
casting a radiance like a helping hand

An uncanny force attracts my waves
into a cave slaved to the dark abyss
I'm moving closer to the grave concave
a hiss of fear followed by a shivering kiss

As I enter, I see my troubles carved in the wall
Regrets, fears, sorrows that I've yet to overcome
I'm appalled by the amount, too many to count,
my overwhelming hate frees my mind from the drought.

And in just the blink of a smile,
I'm lavishly released from my personal dooms
Eager to set foot in the aisle of a new lifestyle
and I sit up never happier to be in my own room.
rambling a late night after studying. An unexpected journey
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