I don't fall in love,
I trip-
Stumble
Falling
Eyes wide and dreamy
Heart beating incessantly
Constantly.
Seeing the world through rose coloured lens.

Yet
Still seeing you.
Eyes through
To skin
And deeper
Yet.

The grass may be greener on the other side
but I’m still on the white picket fence
that we built ourselves with ply,
a wall to the world useless for our defense.

Deciding between you
and them,
between our crumbling foundation
and a long road ahead,
between resentment and
regret,
this is where I sit,
on the fence.

-bes-

Your flushed down the drain
Your heart is in pain
Is it right to end it
Can I live with hurting the one I always thought she was mine
Losing my mind and becoming insane
Is this the way the go
The heart is wounded so deep that it can't be mended
Blood pooring from my veins and it's getting hard to breath
I am drowning in the deep sea and can't Seem to reach the surface.
Depression has taken over me and there is no fighting it now .

poor children of the world die and cry in tears
they have seen the hell that you and I fear.
from **** to poverty to nothing to eat.
sleeping in the ground with no shelter or clothe to wear.
they smile even if you give them a pen to write.
he thinks that pen will change his life although he has no paper to write on.
they appreciate the simplest of things which we think is weird and strange.
when you are poor you will understand what they feel.
they drink ***** water and eat food from the trash.
they live this life just to survive.
you look at there eyes and you see hope they hold.
they think they will be able to inspire the world.
will it worked they got us admire there strength.
millions of charities are given to these children but we still see them suffer and die.
how many of these money actually reach.
i was watching the red nose day who gathered 4 billion pounds in the end to say 60% Tax and the rest is charity.
they feed us this nonsense of how they care and take our money to provide for themselves.
what devils are we dealing with in this world.
how can your soul provide you with this bravery to say it goes for children when you know a lot of that money is in the governments pocket.
Funny how people care the real people try to make a difference without the need of getting paid.
God help these children and give them the strength to battle there illness.

if this was a poem
it would be total ****
because it doesn't rhyme
and there's no rhythm
and there are no answers

Every moment, every ion of time spent,
            Apart.
Is torture to the soul torn in two
           Away;
From it's vital element.

Every lone, Precious ray of light that
          Falls,
Is beauty encased, eternal, fragile and
          Fleeting.

Those eyes, the door to my heart and mind my
         Bane.
Of a beauty so Sincere and Perfect, yet
         Flawed.

A desire and passion so Violent and masochistic it
        Consumes.
A love, all encompassed, Obsessive, Jealous
        But.
Understood.

~~♥~~

I used to think men
should be more like books
Both you cannot
judge by looks...

If I didn't want to finish reading
I put it down... no heart was bleeding

A book will never fuss or fight
It will stay with you
through the night...

It doesn't smoke. It doesn't drink.
It won't leave toothpaste
in the sink!

It doesn't binge... it don't eat...
It won't leave up the toilet seat!

It don't forget. It doesn't mope.
It won't hog the TV remote!

It doesn't have to have
The last say...
It doesn't have legs

to walk away.

But it's not soft. It isn't warm.
It doesn't keep you
safe from harm.

Even though it makes no fuss
It can't think. It can't discuss.

Even though it has its charms
it can't hold you in its arms.

It doesn't pine. It doesn't miss.
It can't hug and it can't kiss.

So now I think on it again...
... I think BOOKS should be
             more like MEN!!!


SoulSurvivor
2/20/2015