sometimes it's like i feel too much.
waves of emotions overwhelm me
and i am powerless against its force.
it's like i feel everything deeper.
canyons and trenches could not compare
to the depths of what makes me, me.
somehow i feel everything for longer.
droughts have ended faster
than i have been able to let go.
my emotions build and dissipate
more quickly than the rain falls.
one minute thunder, the next a rainbow.
Forgive me Father, for I have sinned.
It seems the morality of the world has thinned,
and it's hard for me to differentiate
how to be good, and how to be great.
There's so much bad stuff swirling around,
and unfortunately, as I have found,
it's so easy to get swept up by society,
and so easy to be remiss in one's piety.
I long to be a better person.
I don't want to just worsen and worsen.
Can you help me be a saint?
Make me in your image, the way only an artist can paint.
I just need your guidance and your aid,
I need to have more confidence in the me that you made.
Because if I stare really hard right into a mirror,
There's a person I'm becoming, and frankly, I fear her.
Help me to be in the world and not of it.
Help me to embrace my true self and love it.
And in the face of the world's ignorant braying,
help me to just keep on loving and praying.
Her eyes are a metaphor,
a conceit, fantasy
No shakespearean sonnet
even a lyric, will suffice
to describe the elegance she carries
Her smile, the greatest curve,
all simile will be denied
Haikus and couplets
even the long ones
will not be enough
Her laughter is a song,
a perfect harmony and melody
She is neither a hyperbole
nor full of irony
instead she is perfect rhyme
She is a walking poetry
a personification of aesthetics
Almost an abstract
out of the ordinary
So glad I'm able to write this one after a looonnngggg time.
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Again, my overflowing gratitude to all of you
There is a water bottle
on the side of route 3.
It's blue and it's plastic
and it's ***** and old.
Reusable, but unused.
Just a piece of garbage
lying on the side of the road.
I look at that water bottle every day.
I take comfort in knowing it's there.
Through every season of
the last year and a half it
has remained in the same spot.
Sun beating down on it,
leaves gathered around,
covered in snow,
it stays where it began.
Whatever music I'm listening to,
whatever emotions I'm feeling,
through elation from a grade
or depression from a breakup,
the water bottle is there.
What a concept,
what a constant,
what a weird thing to notice
on the side of the road.
But there it is every day,
a ***** blue water bottle,
but such a big part
of my daily routine.
Alone in the room,
my hands are stained
I heard a man putting ladders up outside
Probably to clean the gutters
He suddenly appeared at my window
"Hello" he said
"I'm Father Christmas
I'm just practising"
A True Story ...... This actually happened one day at my window. I thought it was funny.
Letters flash in front of my eyes,
like a dyslexic
advertising a show
that no one wants to
Thoughts on the bottom of a lake
where patiently I cast my
hoping for a bite,
but nothing feels like
Words doing the backstroke,
swimming through a
riddled with confusion,
Hands poised on the keyboard,
not knowing that my
writer’s block will lead
to my eventual
I want to tell you of a great friend of mine
We use to be togeather all the time
We were soul connected hard to define
And something even harder to find
We both battled depression in it was one of the ties that bind
One day I told him I just couldn't go on
He told me I'll be your diamond you can lean upon
Because he knew rocks cracked so he would be the strongest that he could
And the love we shared we both understood
He called me up one afternoon and said, this might be the day
I replied hold on I'm already on my way
We just sit there in silence in his darkened room
He said you can't fix me, in his voice I heard that doom
I said I know that dear
That's not why I am here
I'm here to sit beside you
Till this patch of darkness you get through
A bullet he would of took for me and I for him
We loved each other to the brim
Friends forever him and I would always be
For there was no other friendship like ours through out the centuries
One day he could hold on no longer in the darkness and the pain
He never called me, he just stood in front of that **** train
He left a note just for me, I'm sorry *** your diamond finally cracked
And there's no turning back
But please forgive me and promise me to be strong
And instead of dying for me you must live on
So I silently promised him I'd do the best I could
Because I knew what he ment he had to go, I truly understood
I didn't know how I'd ever live without him but every day I'd try
And at least once a day I still break down and cry
It's been a few years now but I'll never get over the loss of my soul connected friend
But I count my self lucky I still get a glips of him in his son's face when he gets that crooked grin