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Max Chisholm Jul 2010
Funny how we can be so far
But never feel apart
Distance in a car
Together in the heart
No matter who can see
I could really care less
It’s only you and me
And for that I am blessed
Max Chisholm Jul 2010
I know that you’ve been hurt
Buried the pain in the dirt
Use your past to alert
You’ve got so much pride
That you feel you have to hide
Feelings you have deep inside
Don’t wanna stop and express
Rid yourself of this stress
Understand that you are blessed
Take a second to look
If you find it in a book
Or hanging on a hook
Listen to the sound
See what is around
The people who surround
And care for you so much
Do special things and such
With a single touch
Deep inside you will know
And you’ll begin to glow
The happiness will grow
Might not be obvious like a flare
But know that it’s there
In those who truly care
Ill do all that I can
With help from friends and fam
Be all that I am
To get you to smile
For at least a little while
Until it goes outta style
Weather everything is a thrill
Or if were just sitting still
I promise that we will
Forever Endeavour Together
Max Chisholm Jul 2010
Ding Ding Ding enter the ring
Now introducing the fighters, and the sting they will bring
I look in his corner his shorts are blue
I can smell he’s in fear, of what I’m about to do
Touch mitts to mitts
People start thinking, what if he quits
Fighters are you ready? Let’s get it on
Time to put the brass, up against the brawn
Moving my feet, as quick as I can
Silence from the crowd, the mouths of every fan
I jab with the left, follow with the right
Prepare to raise the hand, of a new champ tonight
Put my hands down, give him the taunt
Trying to see, what he’s got to flaunt
He swings a wild hook
But I read it like a book
I dodge and I duck
When I get him in the corner, we both know he’ll be stuck
Fire back at his nose
Look at his toes he’s froze
Giving him, combo number one
Now I’m just, having a little fun
Combo number two
Look at his corner, look at his crew
They rave and they rant
Knowing their fighter can’t
Take this beating all night
It’s a sore site
They grip the towel
He begins to growl
One final burst of energy
As he swings his fists at me
My last punch connects like a boom
Sending him back, to his dressing room
By the time he begins, to realize
The rolling of his eyes
Seeing the back of his head
People wonder..is he dead?
Should have taken up another, sport instead
Now he’s on the ground
Can’t hear a sound
The ref counts to ten
Ring the bell my friend
Still laying on the mat, and he felt the sting
Ding Ding Ding now get out of my ring
Max Chisholm Jul 2010
How can I survive
When I don’t feel alive
Could it be the frost
Why im feeling so lost
I can’t find an answer
There’s no cure…like cancer
Can’t even feel
Cause…what is real
Feeling so small
Curled up in this ball
Im not even me
To a certain degree
I wanna be me again
But the question is…when
Or could it be how
Please lord…Now?
Im sick of all this
Faking the bliss
Who am I
When I can’t even cry
Am I just some guy
Who’s waiting to die
What is the reason
For all this treason
I have no trust
Like my life is a bust
Maybe one day
Ill sit back and say
Now I am stronger
It may take a little longer
But once I realize
Take off this disguise
Eliminate the lies
Ill have my truth
And be filled with my youth
Cause I know that above
There’s nothing but love
Waiting for me to arrive
But for now…im alive!
Max Chisholm Jul 2010
Its not about me…it’s about we
But there is no we…with the absence of she
With the absence of  she…then I can’t really be
If I can't really be…then I’m not really me
The questions are there…but I can’t even see
Without the answers…then ill never be free
I’m constantly running…don’t know where ill flee
Ill never move on…but you don’t agree
How can I move on…when my heart won’t beat
Without your presence…I can’t breath
Feel like I’m sinking…drowning at sea
The only thing…that can set me free
Hearing you say…1, 4, 3

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