A little house On the hill White fence With a garden People decorating inside High school sweethearts Laughing, smiling, kissing They must be a couple Husband and wife? Big wedding DJ, photographer, friends and family Moving into their new house The woman Has a big belly Twins? A girl and a boy Such blessings Dogs? Two Soon to be parents as well Watching the man Old now Hold his wife's hand As she takes her last breath To say... She was living a dream Oh, how he was confused Only to find out She had left him a note On their counter in the little house He unfold the note All of a sudden The sun came out The weather didn't call for this It looked like.... A dream And in that very moment He understood
FILLED WITH DARKNESS IT’S SAD BUT MY MIND IS ENDLESS I WANT TO ESCAPE BUT THERE IS NO WAY OUT NO ONE IS AROUND YET I DECIDE TO SHOUT BUT THE QUESTION IS IS IT REALLY DARKNESS?? OR IS IT MY OWN VERSION OF REALITY?? OR IS IT JUST THE THOUGHTS CAUSED FROM ANXIETY EITHER WAY I CAN’T ESCAPE MY MIND I AM LOST UNTIL I CAN GAIN SOME LIGHT I CAN ONLY HOPE THAT IT’S HAPPINESS BUT UNTIL THEN I WILL CONTINUE TO FIGHT FOR I AM LOST AND I WILL DO WHATEVER IT TAKES NO MATTER THE CAUSE I DON’T WANT TO BE ALONE ANYMORE I DON’T WANT TO FEEL THIS PAIN I DON’T WANT TO GO THROUGH MY WHOLE LIFE LIKE THIS PLEASE I WANT IT TO END I DON’T WANT TO BE LOST
I am the lonely boy who loves a lonely girl When I’m blue, she’s the one I run to You’d think we go together like two + two But in fact, we make five and here’s why ————————————————— We’re both equally traumatised With a battlefield going strong in our minds It tires her out all the time Whereas I use drugs as a coping vice We’re both fairly afraid to get close Because past lovers still have a hold Not in the sense we keep a torch lit Just scarred and bruised from the flames within We’re both so anxious about timing She thinks she’s too much, I think I’m not enough ————————————————— These are the cards we’re dealt with But having her by my side is a blessing
Originally this was called “Lonely Girl” part two to my second poem “Lonely Boy” but renamed it after the Jack Nicholson film
The generation of today is living an insecure life. Life full of comparison Possession of things without thinking of what may happen A generation trying to prove others that they are the best
A generation where young and energetic men are trying to prove themselves by destroying others. A generation where big and high class daddies destroy the young with material things A confused generation showing their happiness and wealth through photography A confused generation hard to love people from a broken family Everything is invalid!
We suffer insecurities we didn't create Many are becoming insecure Completely unstable Trying to compare themselves with our today's models and celebrities of our century Probably hiding behind makeup Cause probably without the makeup! They,themselves are a hot mess! They pay a ransom to look great! If beauty is in the eyes of the beholder! Then,why suffer so much trying to look spectacular? Why spend to your last coin attracting a whole lot of people? They say beauty comes from within Our generation need to stand courageously And fight against the enemy of self insecurity!
I'm twisted inside. My emotions are unstable; And just like my emotions, my choices are also unstable. It keeps going back and forth. I'm twisted inside; And don't know what to do. It is very confusing.