When I met you I thought my life would change I thought my life would have meaning I thought I was becoming a man
When I met you My life changed Not the way I expected though
I stopped doing drugs and smoking I found love and loved it I found friendship and cherished it Friendship betrayed me soon after Love sent me on my way I became a party animal And drug addict
Highschool When I met you I thought my life would have meaning, But my thoughts were deceiving I was blind to what I was seeing And lost myself
Tomorrow I'll send you on your way And there'll be no way to make me stay I'll never forget you I'll never regret you I'll never miss you Tomorrow my life will change, But wasn't that how all this started
Just frightened about leaving home and joining the military
For me, feeling paranoid and manic together feels like seeing glimpses and feeling the presence of creatures from a parallel world. I like to think a small invisible fairy visits me and flutters around my head annoyingly, making me **** my head around and see frightening things that disappear in a flash. Even in the calm comforting solitude of my own bedroom :D
I do not know how many years I was terrified of the Titan It spit in my face the stink of ancient beer Clogged my nostrils with smoke and massive fingers As if to rip off my nose As if to crush my bendy bones in its fists All the while hollering For more And less And itself
I only know that now I have seen other Things Than it Things with far more power than it Things that howl louder than The Titan I have risen to meet them I have looked in their eyes As I brought them To kneel before me Have brought them To know fear
Soon I shall make battle again With the great beast from some hell of its own It does not yet know To be afraid
Written around 7:00 AM, 4/19/20. Edits around 10:00 AM.
Stood, fixed to the spot the man observed well into the darkness as far as the eye could see. This was his view, as he nervously awaited his flight. The large windows showcased a cascade of gale and rain, like a Russian ballet, some kind of twisted beauty. Looking outwards towards the sheer magnitude of the storm, blankets of pelting rain gunned down onto the tarmac ground. The only lights were from the large runway floodlights, rocking back and fourth as the wind began to show no mercy. The windows take a battering, as his mind contemplates ever get off this rock. "Mother nature cannot be tamed, nor can her wrath, it's better to let her be," he mutters. The loud speaker blurts out "Departure gates have now opened." And, in this moment his fixed gaze slowly detaches itself from the wrath, away from the demon. Away, from the dance.
The anxious Toddler, ***** her right thumb; The News has just ended, and soon they will come. ~ But they will not lay down, 'neath her Mickey Mouse sheets; They'll take her pure innocence, and she'll get no sleep. ~ The things that are done, to this Child of five; Will stay with this wee one, for the rest of her life. ~ When they are finished, having her their own way; She hugs the pink walls, feeling ***** and ashamed,