Yo ** ** and a bottle of ***, is it me or the alcohol that makes you ***?
When the realization casts itself like a line or shadow in between
Be it falling fast or stretched out in front with steady meaning
There is no height too high, nor fear too great
No better time or opportune place
There is only this, the height, the fall
And those opposed who choose to jump from such a height
In truth, the fearless never notice their shadow
The fearless jump, they never fall
This one was a long time coming. It's the final verse of this small set of three and it deals with fearlessness. Not being afraid to ask, to shine, to be.
It's about leadership to a small degree. But it's mostly about not hesitating when the things which you want the most is near.
Don't wait. Don't give in to fear.
Jumping is a choice. Falling is reactive.
The hierarchy of all those who swim
What does it mean?
That you can take my silent ignorance as a token
That you are capable
And I am unwilling
Speak lightly don’t abrupt my social anxiety
Said you’re Tired of me well that makes three
Since I’m always tired looking at thee
It’s 7:30 in the morning and sunlight looking oddly boring
Haven’t been outside only working mostly
These are all the sentences that go through my mind in split seconds
Moving like bullets my head is really a lethal weapon
Other option slow my movement or distorted to a bliss
yea like the way you miss
For endorphins, working only when the body is working.
Another confidence scheme towards my low self esteem.
Yea it works wonders only when the audience is at ease.
So you think my storm is done at last?
Just watch and wait till summers end.
When, with a quiet rumble I return.
As a single jar of lightning left.
To speak the words of thankfulness.
And to spark one more glorious storm to pass.
Nothing lasts forever. But for one more year. I'm just a notherner bringing one final southern storm to pass. God give me the strength and focus to do my best.
It's raining today
With their black umbrellas
To catch the sky
Soft music played
Inside the funeral home
It echoes in their ears
Old lyrics scattered
To the beat of the rain
The ceremony was short
The coffin was not open
There were no deformities
But the mother couldn't bear
To see the body
The tombstone is small
No one quite knew what to say
So all it reads is
Gone but never forgotten
Considering who I was
I always prepared mental images of the flowers there would be, and I think I have a list of songs to play around here somewhere. None of that will happen.
You cannot see me
Though here I am regardless
Consisting of the why in wind
Though I may howl
And crash upon the sudden leaves
I am still
The whispering in the hear and now
Tuesday 12 - Half way though and loving the sound, of silence now that is. Lol
Buried beneath the same old memories
Are the papyrus and the paper scraps
The kind which will be eventually tossed
Just to settle upon the winds of trash
But even still in stillness found
Like a dream born near in this reality to pass
Though it’s a beautiful and ironic sight
I am sleeping on your memory at last
Sleeping - A Fond Memory Past
When you're tall
You unfold like sunlight
Stretch like silicone
And unwind like the outstretched cobbled road
When you're tall
(and you apply yourself)
You become something else
You don't just gain a strength masked dangerous, no
When you're tall
And you have conscious opportunity
Be It Only Sideways - GROW
59 days of depression.
A poem every day.