Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 
What needs have I
In the face of yours
My father cares for me
As I tend my chores

By spreading his blessings
And sharing his love
Someday we may live below
As he does above

Extend a hand
To someone in need
Take the stand
I promise you'll see

So give of your time
Be of cheerful heart
Remember this rhyme
Remember where it starts
I want to disappear
To sink into obscurity
Drown beneath the waves
Of all my insecurities

I'm riding high
I'm crashing low
This raging ocean
Outta control

Wake me up
I hate this nightmare
Wake me up
Is anyone out there

Can't escape this apathy
It's swallowed me complete
Can't go on much longer
Stranded at sea

Pull me from these dark tides
Rescue me from myself
I'm staring from inside
Slowly losing to this hell

Wake me up
Keep me from despair
Wake me up
Please make me care
Show me how to live
To die another day
Living in this sickness
Thanks for the band aid

Don't push me your pills
My problems not your solution
My problem is you
Your whole evil evolution

Thanks for showing me how to live
To die a slower way
Please torture me with sickness
May I have another band aid

You've warped my perception
Made another slave
Medicated to complacency
I can never expect to be brave
I'm not dead
Just screaming inside
I'm not dead
Just stuck in my mind

I'm sinking beneath the waves
The voices crashing round and round
Every time I come gasping up
I push me right back down

Gotta hold on
Remember the light
Gotta hold on and remember
The day divides the night
I've grown so numb
To pain, to love
Trying to find a way
From below to above

Detached from the world
Detached from myself
Is there anything of worth
In my little slice of hell

When I try to look up
It seems the same as down
My smile feels empty
Worse than a frown

This hole in me
I can't seem to fill
I can't see the way
I can find no will

The days keep passing
Darkness continues to fall
It seems like nothing
Will clear this dismal pall

There's a hole in me
That I can't seem to fill
Leaving me empty
Except for this bitter little pill
The eternal sets roots within stirring sands,
Fraying the stars from their dark nurse;
All lay conjured by these penning hands,
Setting forth their sacred motions in verse.
How fates glimmering rains rushed over us,
And we endured of marble and heavy stone.
Yet vain as the mason errs, may he make thus:
A mark of the day our kin visage is shown.

Oh, found in the throb of every antique wing,
The glow and hollow in the bone and air—
Inscribed is the known day coming to sing
Of when we'd falter upon the bleeding snare,
After seeing these crests chide with fiery word,
And the firmaments rolling thorns play in ruling;
For that which dwelled, dwells still, and heard,
Of the fire and flux and time most grueling.

The source idles as strange in its weeping,
Yet the mouth, in ending, holds it in inborn wit,
And winds man entire, subtle and creeping,
To where his life, illumined, and faded, shall sit.
By this, be us ash, or the lit dew of the spheres,
The bird shall ever story from its great limb:
The two utter into one over the many years,
And from this, the Logos composes its hymn.
Hello! Those other poems I'm working on are taking up a good bit of my time and energy— so, I hope you all enjoy this one while those are being toiled away on. Thanks to everyone who has followed me on my other social platforms. Also, I can't respond to whoever follows or messages me on Tumblr at the moment. Something about their site isn't working properly.
Only Albinos
Can be  mimes,
(Or Johnny or Edgar Winter)
For Hallowe'en.
As for trick or treating,
There's enough Al Jolson masks
Out there to ***** us all.
Someone once said, "A mime is a terrible thing to waste."  :)
Next page