Waking up in valorous conduct/ aware of my impetuous commitments/ I long for awakenings when my eyes seem to be open/ Misinterpreting a reality I can’t untangle/ Trying to bring about the moments that brought me most happiness by force/ Valiant to go against my deepest rejections/ Alone in the moments we belong together in/ To think my art was stymied by your love/ Selfish me, couldn’t see it took a selfless “Sweet” to redeem our forever ever after/ (Interruptions from the tip of my ego) (Getting the best of my fragility, I’m not tough) In shambles after processing what once was, actually was/ Questioning the will my mental grip strength had during changes I never wanted to face/ Your love, like pummeling fists dodged my ignorance/ Careless and regretful, the silence is filled with what “was”/ Ashamed, but perhaps a benison in development.... through the pain/
The world has its strange ways to remind us how small we really are. No matter how high we rise, we always fall back head first to the Earth. It's like a weird problem that we have, a world where everyone claims to be modern but our thoughts are medieval. It's like we are all two-faced and dual natured. Is there something called mass bipolar disorder? Because I think that is what we have. Everyday we push ourselves towards the void, a gaping pit that is waiting to swallow us a whole. Everyday we try to climb the ladder of opportunities, only to fall flat on our face. It is a strange dichotomy, coupled with flea-infested poetry and serenaded with brainwashing ideologies. We are turning into pawns now manipulated by clowns and jokers, who don't really care about us.
~ I trust yet I'm suspicious I love yet I'm hateful I laugh loud but I cry I observe, I'm not blind I try so hard by confidence shakes Try harder, esteem breaks I stand strong with laughter aimed Locked deep, my ferno rage I clam up Guards up Shields up Inside, the shards of my bones break Laughter to me is a sword with two faces I see the argent lighthearted face, but my eye is locked on its shadowed edge Malicious, cruel, sharp and swift Sheathed ever so deep into my heart I can hear the echoes more than feeling the pain I pick so blindly at an open wound My mind is a riot, a murked brew of emotions Time will heal the wounds, but it's a scar I'll always remember Anger screams Sadness cries Frustation seethes A joke, am I? The sun is dead Blocked out by echoes Ink So disoriented Heart pulses I cannot think... ~
Trying to calm a turbulent sea that currently is my mind... Lyn x
It's like you see beyond the glimmer in my eyes It's like you're able to look right through my faulty smile It's like you see right past the parts of a different time It's like you gaze into the depths and see two of a kind
It's like I seem to be to you as clear as the sky Whenever you can't see a ******* cloud on the horizon, why? You see the good intentions and you see the wicked ways The water on the surface and the Devils own blaze!
I'm the master of my fate, I am not the beast in me! I will not succumb, not be numb, to your ******* greed! I will stay afloat, in the tides of misery! I will make my way, and you will not **** me!
The jester we are one, the good and bad combined! We live to entertain, but it's myself that I provide! Laughing in despair, head lowered in pride A contradictory conflict, and you see it in my eyes...
It's like you see beyond, the glimmer in my eyes It's like you're able to look right through my faulty smile It's like you see right past the mask behind which we will hide It's like you gaze into the depths and see our dead divide...