I will live every second
Follow my heart
Get lost
Find my way
Rejoice in sunshine
Dance in rain
Make mistakes
Apologise
Make new ones
Learn
Grow
Fall
Fly
I am always misinterpreted
Being in a way that I am always taken for granted
I do things without regret
I make mistakes even at my best
I am unappreciated with my actions
Mislead by my decisions
An avenue of finding my self worth
Is to find time and be alone at some point
Doing the things that I like
is like a way of allowing suicidal thoughts to arise
Doing what is pleasing to the eye
Is like killing yourself most of the time
Somehow I'll be living in sorrow
Would you dare to follow?
The only book teaching humanism;
The only which cures locoism;
One and only poem for lyricism
Is Reader’s Digest’s mechanism.
This is a weak agent of nihilism;
This is the best known idealism
Where all spend individualism
To receive mental masochism.
Reading it is just like mesmerism.
Without it school suffers gargoylism.
Indian tradition or let be Maoism,
It is well read and accepted optimism.
In all schools, there is the assembly conn
Which directs the class or the school yon
Expectations of all – trustee – the swan:
Choosing topics and teachers from Taiwan.
Keeping updates is teacher’s duty since eon
So is the assembly to represent omicron.
Different themes or topics about nylon
All are dealt in assembly now and forlorn.
Hence is the theme of Creativity chosen
By Divine Child School in Mehsana anon.
This duty of inculcating values is always on.
This will go on till students change begone
Illiteracy, agedness, negative mindset, wan.
Take refuge in the Darkness, my dear child
Because you're never gonna'
Shine in the Light.
The Light is a place
Of comparison with others,
And you're always gonna'
Fail the test.
Sure,
In comparison where you were,
You're infinitely safer and healthier,
But no one can perceive
The dungeon,
Which was once your residence.
They continue to compare you to their Ideal
Of the way they think
People ought to be.
We dreamers,
We have an addiction
Imagination,
That shit's an affliction
See, those sounds
To us, it's like music
But our thoughts
They fuck around and abuse it
Budweiser and nicotine
Put our minds at ease
Long nights and whiskey
Find our brains some peace
Misunderstood,
Find clarity in confusion
Self-destructive,
Lost in a hopeless delusion
Throne-less kings and queens
Peaceful-minded wild things
Let us find our release
Nicotine & Pipe Dreams
why can't I write
something nice,
something untarnished by spite,
that doesn't whip me with rhymes?
how can I create
something erratic,
stands out from the static
of life?
someone show me the difference
between dreams and reality
I"m dying to know.
inside
a little particle of me
falls into the abyss
each time I wonder why;
why I do this,
why do I do this?
why don't I stop writing?
how can I stop writing?
I wish to write
to my heart's content
I wish to write
without relent
I wish to write
untethered by time
I wish to take note
of all my heart finds
I wish to write the Moon
in Her silver light
To befriend every star
and planet in the night
I wish to discover
the essence of life
To inhale the fragrance
of all things divine
To be fluent in the language
of nature's mighty tongues
To find and to cherish,
nurture and relish
kindness
and love
You sit on my shoulder
Day and night
Silently urging
The writer to write
Fun-loving creature
Finding perch on my head
Imaginary teacher
Always pulling me out of bed
Why must you torture
The truth out of me
Always looking for disorder
Instead of harmony and peace
You demand to be born
To incarnate in my words
I can only be sure
You won't fly away with the birds