there's 3 varieties of rock scouted from the hillside at the foot of the launchpad.
I LOAD UP ANGER, IN ALL OF ITS FROZEN AND FIERY SHARPNESS WEIGHING DOWN THE MECHANISM WITH ALL OF MY EXPECTATIONS TO THROW AT THESE UNFEELING WALLS
to simmer and smoulder before impact like a whispered promise.
(i reach for silence) (the underhandedness catching my fingers) (drawing blood over the drawstring) (sending another part of me in its flightpath)
it never reaches the sky you can't fire a non-feeling as much as we wish we could.
so-i-decide-to-settle-down- in-this-trebuchet- to-see-if-throwing-myself-headlong- will-let-me-break-through-or-break-me- The castle walls remain up, the remains of a young man were recently disposed of by the guards, cause of death? Trying too hard.
Amidst the glory of the music And the triumph of letting go, The sun seemed to brighten every corner of the room. It framed it into a picture Painting out the beauty Of the simple love Friendship brings. When the sun finally set and it was quiet, I knew that I'd keep that moment with me forever, And though the sun will be shining again, I hope I never forget the way it shined When we lived in that time-stilled moment And all the world was, was The sun and the music.
3/18/2019 A poem about the beautiful moments friendship brings.
When you keep on compromising forgo something for someone you are building someone's expectation and a slightly false picture of you because they will make you let go of everything thinking it is natural for you.
How many of our smiles are fake? How many of us wish our own lives to take? How many people out there feel alone? Or even worse feel like they are just another clone? How many souls are crying out for another? And how many of them will meet each other? How many loved ones have passed away? How many deal with depression each day? Or another mental illness they carefully hide? How many of you out there are broken inside? How many humans are truly at peace? And just when will that contentment cease? How many of us have cut out our hearts? And destroyed it so no one else could hurt that part? How many of us have watched those we love the most, Change over time into an unrecognizable ghost? How many people have each one of us used? How many words have we said that left others ego bruised? How many friends have we drifted apart from? How many of us are horrified by what we have become? How many goodbyes cut good people open wide? Leaving them gutted by the empty space by their side? How many hours have been wasted by sorrow? How many todays ruined by yesterday or tomorrow? How many questions has mankind really asked? How many people walking by are wearing an ornate mask? How many of us are able to say the smile we don is real? And mean it when we tell another how it is we feel? The answers are only numbers with an unimportant sum, They don't matter because the tragic fact of every last one Is that they all show us our harsh reality; The truth most people cannot accept or see
We'd rather make-believe our lives are as happy As we know they will not ever be
Actually thinking about other people's problems for once..
It had two faces The first was filled with grace The second with disgrace A mouth filled with lies Fear in your eyes A brain thinking it was wise but really full of why's Anything that goes through your ears disappears A heart with the wrong kind cheers when it should be filled with tears.
I drew a picture a of you I thought I drew it well too.
I found those papers in my drawers! Knowing my own words, would make it easy to feel their belonging to me! Tried to paint the landscape I dreamt of… Tried to place my hope of joy and peace in its corner… I can’t find my true color… I can’t find the details that speaks me… I realized I have a picture of my world painted by others colors… I realized I don’t own that painting