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 Apr 2014 M Sanchez
Diana C
Lately I've been comparing people to birds and relationships to cages.
We often try to lure the birds to our cages by using secrets, gossip and materialistic things (seldomnly I hope).
And when the birds are in our cage we shut the door without a second thought. We trap our beautiful birds and think that they'll be happy when we feed them love, advice, laughter and other sweet sounds. Sadly, we don't feed them the sweetest of the feelings : freedom. And by freedom I don't mean pushing them out of the cage and forcing them to fly far away because you can't bare the thought of not having them to yourself. Freedom is leaving the cage door open, so if they hear a more melodious laughter in the neighbours house they may go and hear it as they please. And it also means that you'll be dancing along instead of trying to sing louder and better. Because birds, as pretty as they are to have around, are built with wings to fly around the world. And what a pleasure it would be to know that out of all the sounds in the world, your bird came back by choice?
If you love something let it go, but don't push it out.
Thunder clap alarm clocks
keeping you up at night
your fingers and feet
keeping rhythm with the patter of rain
against your dusty window
the nights are of an unimaginable blackness
and the days are as grey as the endless stretch of city blocks
gravity is trying to hold your feet to the fire
and you cannot feel a thing
the answer isn’t in the lock and key
the answer is what you are willing to do
to open Pandora’s box
love is not something you can find on a page or screen
love is the moon following the sun
until the time comes again where they can meet
a beautiful eclipse
life isn’t a roadmap route with point A and point B
life is the story of how that map came to be
so torn, wrinkled, and stained
and the weeds fighting their way through gaps in thee concrete
lust isn’t a sin, only a way to cling to childhood selfishness
peace isn’t achieved through self-torment
peace is befriending the voice inside of your head
so that the thunderstorms might fade
to reveal a picturesque summer day
and you have to be willing to sit through the show
to see what’s behind the curtains
and I truly hope you have the patience
 Apr 2014 M Sanchez
Sleepz
There's people I miss,
People I wish I was with.
The ones I feel who have given up on me,
The ones I feel I have given up on.
There's people that I used to talk to,
There's people that I used to love,
But these people don't want to talk,
And when I think about it,
I dont want to talk to you either.
I blame you,
Not because I hate you but because my pride is better than missing you.
I blame you,
Not Cause you're a bad person but just Cause, *******.
And **** the memory of you.
I blame you,
Because sometimes my thoughts get out of hand,
I blame you, this is Why I blame you.
Do you wonder Why we don't talk no more?
No you don't.
But I do, and ******* for that.
And because of you
There's people that I miss,
And people I wish were dead.
Wait, Hold on I take that back.
These people have already been dead to me for quite some time.
Sometimes I miss people I used to talk to, good friends, girlfriends, girls I was never with and wish I talked to today.  Girls I have rejected and feel sorry about.  People that had stopped talking to me for stupid reasons.
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