I took a hit to fly away that day I should of known the high wont last Because when the crash came Like a fast train The dripping rain stopped The flashing lights drined And i passed out for 3 whole days In a puddle of freezing rain That was my skin That was my brain
I woke up in a full body shake Need another hit just to stay awake To speed me up to keep me sane Maybe ill at least remember my name Or maybe this is all a game
And thats a thought My brain can't shake My whole life is An endless earthquake All my emotions are becoming fake The high is the only taste i take Driving me to keep up the pace
I need more to get the same effect My mind hurts, i need a rest Gotta stay high to keep at my best With the crash comes The crippling distress Of all my thoughts Rushing and pressed Into my consciousness Im out of breath Everytime i do this Im nearing my death
A peaceful, calm, and quiet place A respite from, this crazy haze Silent whispers - from afar Shes too drifted to hear them call Out to her, from reality Her comatose tranquility Surrounds her mind, In foggy clouds Protects her from her memories She doesn't need to understand Nor realize what is happening As she slowly drifts, off to sleep Never to come back To me.
A sunflower with a drop of oily yellow so feeble but one gets lost in the happiness it brings
I haven't ever known a happiness similar to this. In the days of my childhood, I used to sit in a room alone with the vast pages of words and alphabet
I've learned them so well Yet no matter how I arrange I'm not convinced that I can Properly express all of the things I wish to say to you.
At sunset, when light fades in to darkness, the gray that spreads around makes one ask, 'what if the moon wouldn't appear tonight?'
I've learned that the moon, it always appears. But if you turn your back to it You will miss the small things that it shines on
Like the sunflower that has been planted from the coldest of all the winters and from darkness of all the odds have put against it in lack of sunshine
There, it waits. Plenty in solitude and protected by solace. Ready for you to water it and teach the warmth of the world that you have provided, so it can bloom under an autumn moon
From the perspective of a fictional character I've created, this was a poem drafted after the character, who was supposed to be infertile, found out she was pregnant. This was how she presented the news to her partner. The sunflower representing the child.