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Grant Horst Mar 2015
Look at me
Look at who I am
I've been your friend
I've been your foe
So listen to me as I
stand in front of your door.

Come with me
you'll see I have a new
opportunity that will be fun
for the both of us like old times

But I've changed and haven't seen
you in years I thought you were gone
I even shed tears and now that you are
standing here your presence has been clear.

I would love to help but I have my
own thing going on that I'm happy with
and I would rather not interfere with my old self
That man is no longer me, I have evolved into a
family man and my life revolves around my family.
I hate to say no to someone so dear but it's good to see
you it's been so many years and you just appear.
may continue this later
Grant Horst Mar 2015
My whole life
I have been climbing
Each obstacle in my way
I conquered effortlessly
I'm starting to get closer now
The steps are getting harder to climb

Each new one seems so high
Like a skyscraper in a lonely sky
I need more gear so I can survive
the journey ahead. I feel so alive
to not be deprived of the rungs
not yet climbed I cannot deny
I didn't think I could make it this far,
But I refuse to wither and die
I will strive to be at the top looking
down at the prospects as I once was.
But I fear when I get there I will no
longer be at my peak but merely meek.
I will still try to fix every leak I can
improving the reach of the teens
that I will lead behind me.

They shouldn't know the same hardships I faced
but rather gain new ones and adapt.
Maybe they will have no leaks but improve the very structure of motivation.
When I take my last step I will no longer be a part of this world.
I just ask those to be happy they can even climb and make the best of your time.
Idk idk what I'm saying here, just feeling like expressing myself
Grant Horst Mar 2015
Trapped in the eye
of  a huge lens
towering over me
watching my movements,
studying my behavior.

The eyes on my peers
are always present
watching as I speak
widen when i'm weak
like some sort of freak.

But I'm no freak,
at least I don't think so
The weight of my insecurities
gets heavier the more I grow
as well as the more people I know.

The monumental stride
to lift my ego to the sky
can be hoisted by no guy, but
a  special woman that can take my
hand to a land far away from the eye.

That's when I accept the eye
don't even seem to notice it anymore.
On occasion  I see the glance at me
and I can't help but smile because I'm free.
Free from judgement, Free from Insecurity.
A place where I'm finally happy
2:48 AM swag. feedback appreciated
Grant Horst Mar 2015
Eyes low
body barred
head heavy
legs locked
thoughts dry
cant see the sky
can't even cry
would rather die
whole body is in
stasis time doesn't
go by anymore, the
clock stays at 12:12
with the flowers
saying "get well"
and the machines
lights flicker on while
I want to speak and say
can only hear can't play
I wish she could stay and
care but she only stops once
a month now, If I could frown
I would but I can't so I'll pretend.
I wish you understood how I feel or
maybe lack thereof since you don't know
if there's any thoughts left in there where your
one and only used to be. Sitting in this hospital
tee where I want to be is at home just you and me.
Someone please let me free.
Grant Horst Mar 2015
Life is a blessing
Yet overlooked
Life is precious
don't be mistook

Our whole existence
based on circumstance
Not by fate, no offense
Our start is based on chance

The entirety of our personality
would've been different on another day
Our soul, our individuality
Taken a different route without our say

Even though who we are
may be considered happenstance
You must embrace what you're given
and shine louder than the brightest star
fantasyyyy
Grant Horst Mar 2015
Hello little youngin
Standing so fair
Such an innocent tongue
With his bright blond hair
So sweet with a happy glare
Yet to climb life's rungs

I wish I could tell you
The hardships that lie ahead
I wish I could show you
What you should do instead
But life shouldn't be guided
by a slightly older you

As I look I wish I could go back,
as I smile with glee at these photographs
I wish I could smack you,
for going down the wrong track
But reminiscing about my own past
I can't help but crack a laugh
Grant Horst Mar 2015
2:45
Way past the days end
The deep jump I yet to attend
Uneasy feeling but I make due
But I wish to break through
The bamboo cage in my head
They grow and grow as I dread
The night grows longer my ego fed
3:00
Mercy on me speaks my dreadful plea
Please let me sleep I will even pay a fee
All my distress now I have to ***
Can't get up I'll stay awoke even late
I'll just forget and lay on my weight
As I lose time and change another date
I eventually reach my long awaited fate
3 am poems
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