We wait for that sweet summer day
To go swim and camp
To hang out with friends
Then it comes
You get bored of that summer day
And you start wishing
Wishing that it would go away
Then winter rolls around
And you miss that sweet summer day
You only want what you can't have them when you get it you want something new
I float under the rough currents
dazed and thoroughly beaten.
My body air-filled and rubber
Bashing into jagged blunders.
Within the tides that turn me round
I splash without a decibel of sound.
The oars that row me rotten dead
and my veins flowing with molten lead.
The syllables with which I speak
deafened by my groans of weak.
On deserted sand I stand alone
crumbling to a pile of bones.
The pressures of the heavy air
the stresses of which I bear
over me so they tower
as I wait for my final hour.
The sands of time flow with sombre
whilst I pray upon a broken altar
The soft bugle of a marching band
and I shall take a final stand.
Cowering under my own regrets
facing off against life's threats
I decidedly drop my weapon of nought
and turn my back without having fought.
The strings of distress of which I spool
may only be that of a fool
but the cups I use to rattle the grate
the number of times I see a head shake
Frenzied terror's what I call my friend.
The devil graces me a shake of his hand.
I climb the ladder of despair.
The final rung: I sit and stare
Christmas lights and deep winter snow.
Summer nights and cool wind blow.
Autumn with her orange trees.
Spring bringing back lush green.
All this I watch from there
I weep and I silently bear
the pain and joy it all has brought
upon me: an ungrateful rot.
when your words don’t mean much to them,
stop talking, stop arguing
when your actions can’t be seen by them,
stop trying, stop wasting your energy
when your emotions start to groan,
don’t let them build,
you know they’ll eat you up alive,
when you can’t get to a target,
even though you try over and over,
start looking for meaning in the path instead,
when you can’t get over someone,
start reminding yourself that you can,
because you know you can.
Garbled and gassed up gall
Finding flaws for free
The little things
Generally, if I am a more grateful person, mentally I am at peace. When I start finding things to be upset over I typically have little to no gratitude for the good things in my life.
two times the charm
a gallon of tears
and the most out of life
the glass is half
a ring made of your mind
tickets to dreams
freedom from blame
and three handfuls of safety
it's but half
"You are my moon
Which keeps me company
When I am alone
With my thoughts at night."
I remember your eyes lighted up when you said that.
I remember the feeling I felt the night you said that.
And I also remember
The days you turned into a cocoon.
The nights where I only focused
My lights for you; to keep you warm.
So you wouldn't feel no harm.
Then you came out of the shell that kept you hostage.
Right away, as you were free, you asked about your age.
I whispered that you weren't as old as you thought you were.
You sighed in blue, changed your color, and stopped your prayer.
But I am still the moon
Floating with my tune.
So don't reach me with your balloon,
Just stay there in your dune.
i watch the sun’s glorious rays wave me goodnight
and the moon wakes up to kiss my bruised cheeks and answer all my questions
and in the morning
the sun has woken up early so he can greet me and tell me to have a good day
and what do we do?
we complain to the sun, telling him he’s too bright and too hot
and when the moon bathes you with her glory
we wish her away
wanting to feel the sun against your skin once again
why must we want what we can’t have?
why must we always choose the other side?
please remember that the sun is our star
and he shines just for us
and the moon revolves around us
giving us the sight of all of the night sky
I like to watch the sun and the moon. I like to listen to the clouds. We don’t take the time to notice these things. We’re all so busy complaining about what we do or don’t have we don’t look up to see what the sun has to offer.
taking time to learn from your mistakes
the mistakes ive made in my past
i spent two and a half hours facing my bedroom mirror
im not faceless
yet i feel as faceless as a jane doe
fighting to discover the lost identity
that can only be found be found in the depth of her undiscovered haze
lost i wander from ocean to ocean
looking for the fateful creator
one who learned of the existence of a failure and decided never to look back
leaving a melancholy trail to follow him
drips of sadness mark where he has been and where he wishes to go
can the darkness that looms about him ever dissipate?
it is the duty of those around him to question why his simple sadness never fades
they question, but the root of his depression will never be made public information
no soul would ever learn of his betrayal
and i, would continue to wander aimlessly from ocean to ocean
when will my body give away to the .cruelty of nature surrounding?
harsh winds and streams of cold blue vend me
until i am one and the same
i will never rest
a lost sense of self has doomed me
there is no way to survive if i am not sure of who i am
because then who am i living for?
is it the strange girl who burrows daggers into my eyes when i look into thee mirror?
or am i simply living for the sake of those around me?
how about those who have abandoned me?
i am living without quite understanding why
so what is the next step?