Staying up late til the light comes back
My mind’s on **** I should’ve kept in the past
I wish my mind and eyes could finally match
My brain feels dark, wish my sight was black
is a loneliness,
I tried to,
I can't resist.
I want to marry
a green face and
she is someone
with a giant smile
Will you marry me? Someone question me
because someone want to marry
To my dear friend,
We go along with crazy ideas
And do mischief with impish glee
Put up with worst moods
Do magics to make tears flee
You stayed as my 'mirror n shadow'
When others left me so easily
I would fear nothing
When you are with me
I promise to stay true
Till the bitter end of the sea(s)
when all leave,you fail ,totally broken and still if you have a soul to care about you motivate and put you together, YOU ARE THE MOST LUCKIEST .a true close friend does that.they stay with you.i'm lucky as i j=have got one
When I try to hold on to a lovely present
its gift disappears.
Thanks to Andrew Crawford for the idea for this poem.
People talk about near-death experiences and I feel like me almost staying with you was one. Me settling, saying 'fine, this is fine' whilst my heart cried for more, that was definitely one. It feels like I've just made it out alive, my heart bleeding, my mind a mess and my arms so tired from carrying you but still, I made it.
Dating you always seemed like we were holding hands at first.
Tightly gripped and firm.
Then you started to loosen your grip and I held mine in place.
Still tightly gripped and firm.
Over time...your hand started slipping from mine and I still held on.
Until that night...when you finally yanked your hand away from mine.
Now I hold my own hand...in a fist.
Tightly gripped and firm.
Waiting to punch you in the throat.
I'm camping inside, I swear
The outside is such a mess everywhere
Wild creatures with guns and strict order
Supplies won't last; this will get much harder
I need to go out to refreshen and restock
But the world outside doesn't need the flock
It is peaceful, clean, ******* heaven without us
Once this is over, we'll ruin it by creating a messy fuzz
Maybe it isn't that bad to stay here instead of anywhere
I'll stay here even after this is over, I swear
Leaving the roots, the trunk, branches
Slow, delicate Journey
Towards the destination. their purpose
Some are here to stay
Some scatter away
Filling up with streaks of brown
Venom spreading in the veins
They fall again
No more hint of color
Until there’s nothing left but
Brown rust and stiffness
Leaves they fall
Returning to the roots
Using leaves as analogy to life, death and aging in between. Everything starts at the roots and returns to the roots again
The secret to staying clean is stay away from ALL influences
As an artist I often turned to mind-altering substances to spark creativity
Knowing that inspiration is already hidden inside you somewhere is a great reason to stay above the influence
To keep sober you must rewrite every page
The script of your life
And find new material to rewrite with
Falling down is part of life
Rising up is choice
Staying up is the pursuit
Brian Hill -2019 # 278
Choices are by choice.... Duh,