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There can be a bad hour
in a good morning
There can be a bad morning
in a good day
There can be a bad day
in a good week
There can be a bad week
in a good month
There can be a bad month
in a good year
I know sometimes we all go through
bad times
In those bad times we think we live
a bad life
But as our clocks tick and they wind
you'll look back on your life
Realizing that in life there are
bad times
But count up all of the
bad times
In your lifetime you'll realize that life is
full of bad times
But all those bad times don't add up to a
bad lifetime
Jun 21, 2016
Jun 21, 2016 at 11:56 AM UTC
I cleansed myself of my bad habits.
I cleansed my lies with the truth.
Day by day our love fought, until year number two.
My fear of losing you was the roof,
Our lips met I wish they'd have stuck together like glue.
I was ready to take the leap to the deep oceans blue,
You opened the door just for me to walk through.
Saying the type of love I wish for isn't with you.
Desperate for company on my lonely walk home,
I lit a cigarette if only I'd known...
I thought cleansed my bad habits if only I knew,
To cleanse my bad habits I had to cleanse myself from
You.
Jun 6, 2016
Jun 6, 2016 at 3:01 AM UTC
Every so often I fade
deep in my thoughts and
get lost in the days
A land before
clocks would invade
The beauty of time
was then slayed
For a minute it seems
as if mankind got
lost in our ways
But I'm not afraid.
To be a leader
To be remembered
by the readers
So dearest cosmos,
"I must know when my time is."
As my generations finest
Wordsmith
who with
a thousand words
paints an image
vivid enough
to cure blindness
brushed with
these thoughts
I let linger
To all these strangers
but see
That's the danger.
For I feel as if
they know me better
than I know myself
These voices surely can't be
right for my health
For my ears they bleed
as they scream
"Don't give them too much you."
"But what else am I to do?
To get my message through?"
"Don't let them take control."
"What if they have?
How am I to know?"
"Please if there's one thing you do.."
"Honestly what do I have to lose?"
"Don't you dare lose your soul."
Its all physics
so please put your ego
aside
For if it were to collide
With your soul
there'd be no
standing point
for your demons to hide.
Its been one hell of a ride,
As the cosmos I must
let it be known
I've heard your
Deepest of cries.
So when you ask me
when will it
be your time?
I say to you my child
*December 13th
the day the genius did rise.*
Mar 25, 2016
Mar 25, 2016 at 9:19 PM UTC
Scared is my lone feeling,
scared of my own
immaturity.
Scared of my own ceiling,
scared I'll die of
uncertainty.
Stared at my own image,
scared of my grown
insecurities.
Glared at my told limits,
dared to be stopped by
adversity.
It's clear
who bestowed this
hex on me.
I bleed
clear, that's
anxiety.
I fear
for what's
inside of me.
I can
no longer hide it
quietly.
So just
don't forget
about me.
For
even when I
doubt you.
Know I do now,
I'm no good
without you.
No,
no.
The temperature's
dropping.
The predator's
camouflaging.
He doesn't think that I can,
see but
I feel him watching.
As I'm shaking hands with
the dark parts of my thoughts,
woah.
They sense body heat yet
with that shake I might as well be,
ghost.
Now see sometimes
to stay alive you have to
**** the warmth up in your,
soul.
They're gnawing on
the mystic,
clawing up
the magician.
Repeating simple phrases,
"One day at a time."
As someone holy insisted.
I want the markings left on my skin,
to mean something again.
Please don't leave without me.
I know how fast doubt be.
Don't forget about me,
For even if I doubt you.
I can't leave without you.
Mar 10, 2016
Mar 10, 2016 at 2:25 AM UTC
I'm not suppose to be here, yet I breathe on.
I cheated death many times, coincidence it must be beyond.
If I detailed my life, how would I be described?
A house isn't a home with a broken family inside.
his smile subsides his favorite mask to hide behind.
A mask isn't a face just a cover with a broken genius inside.
I go for my morning walk
hail's pelting my skin
It's time for my morning talk
hell's melting within
I can't
I can't keep acting like I'm fine
I can't
I can't save my mind this time
Feb 2, 2016
Feb 2, 2016 at 9:44 AM UTC
"The only true wealth lies within love..."
They say
Love is as it leaves me,
Unstable
Some days I'm rich
sometimes I'm broke
Somedays I spend too much
on the wrong people
Sometimes I even spend all my
Hope
Feb 2, 2016
Feb 2, 2016 at 9:13 AM UTC
We're gathered round under the soft glow of christmas lights.
The energy gets heavy you can feel it, for once it seems im in a place, for the first time;
I can't explain everything just feels right.
Feb 1, 2016
Feb 1, 2016 at 1:16 AM UTC
When I think of you
I just smile I guess?
It happens all the time
Like when I was walking through
the forest brush.
To put it best
If I fell for you
when I was all alone
would you hear?
I fell for you
not by
looking in your eyes
because they
always catch me.
I fell for you
when I needed to be caught
but could not
find your stare.
If I fell for you all alone
in the dark
would you find
your way here?
With a glass of your soul
oh that soul
that opened my mind's gate
this must be heaven .
A glass of your soul
when I'm lost all alone
That's my
spiritual refreshment.
Jan 27, 2016
Jan 27, 2016 at 3:47 PM UTC
I Remember the first time
I got butterflies merely
by a response
Your interest in me that second
that second
was the second
I was no longer lost
I felt on top of the world
in an instant
two years later
I was melting
away in it's core
But then I met her
and I was sure
by god
she's a
breathe of
fresh air
Your vibe is so bright
I'll go blind
but I don't mind
the glare
I still stare
My last love left my blood boiling
soul melting at it's core
but you brought
my drowning ego
ashore
for you I'm willing to
risk that feeling
once
more
Jan 27, 2016
Jan 27, 2016 at 1:24 AM UTC
Often I've been told I know my way around words
Funny I find that, they just seem to fly off my tongue
Escape my fingertips like, from a nest a flock of birds
I missed you like a call that never rung
In these moments of solitude far after loves gone, I find it easy to explain
Always do I find the words of feelings as they say
Yet in that moment as you turn to glace at me a final time
I can never find the words
"Wait, but please stay"
Jan 21, 2016
Jan 21, 2016 at 9:45 AM UTC
Earth's approaching population's
8 billion
An era united by artists
8 billion
Thoughts one has when broken
Becoming wise once seeing soul's fixed
new color's shown when we're in love
when we're inspired it's beautiful
feelings of being lost
*burning those walls down
using it's fire to navigate the mind
to share art with them*
they'll follow with walls down as well
that's how I define love
*not just burning those walls
burying their very exsitance
building a city over the grave*
to create a change for the mind state
the greater good of individuality
of society and culture
courageously Mikey The Poet
Jan 16, 2016
Jan 16, 2016 at 1:45 AM UTC
Inhale close your eyes
Open your mind exhale
Now it's time to Set sail
To where wild things are
Just imagine ahh! Real monsters
Now do you see a beautifully unique creature?
Or did you cringe with grimance by sheer glimpse of each and every feature?
Actions speak louder than words that’s true,
but that hideous monster was you.
Your actions seem nice
that monster reflected in your eyes, so i thought twice.
A raw soul exposed
Pain flourishes because failure to even recognize
yourself
Pure and true divine and all
a mortal god
Not how you fantasized un-glamourized
de-romantized
Flaws and scars from wall to ******* wall
Words are full of lies
Actions a mere disquise
Don’t buy their decietful bribes
If you’re going to believe in anything
Believe in the vibes seeping from deep inside
Believe in their monsters cries
I Believe In what I see
I see monster’s hiding in every skin I meet
I Believe in the monster in
me
Just imagine real monsters
roaming free
Jan 15, 2016
Jan 15, 2016 at 6:25 AM UTC
It’s a shame to me,
to witness what’s become of the culture that raised me.
We’re sold on what was preached as good advice.
“Shoot for the moon because even If you miss, you’ll be amongst the stars.”
But see I feel that statement could use some clarification.
Our eyes glisten from the brightness of the so ever infinite beauty,
but what if I told you that beauty was the cause of my pain?
What if I told you that the real moon's right here on planet earth?
There’s 7 billion galaxies right in front of us, going unseen.
What If I told you the term “Shoot for the moon”,
really meant shoot for someone’s heart,
not the one that reigns above us from afar?
There’s the most beautiful galaxy,
nestled beneath the skin of someone
who’s so lost they don’t sleep.
The stars within are cloaked
by the clouds of their depression, Also insecurities.
Waiting to be the butterflies that dance to the rhythm of your heartbeat,
waiting to be your favorite twinkle in her eyes.
Waiting to show you a new color you notice when she smiles and,
that will be your new favorite color.
So If we’ve lost sight of the galaxies within our life,
all because they weren’t visable as hope in the dark night sky.
How long until we lose sight to those too?
Jan 14, 2016
Jan 14, 2016 at 10:08 PM UTC
It's dark out, A cold winter night.
Awfully lonely even for me.
A howl echoes throughout the silence, my heart drops.
A howl that entered through one ear and echoed loud for my soul to hear.
Would it be sinister to say I smiled knowing I wasn't the only one here?
A smile becomes a sarcastic laugh of desperation, being ironic I joined with crying howls to the moon.
Before I could finish the wolf howls again.
I learned something that night, I solved the answer to love.
Find your moon, find someone who brings light to your darkness.
Find someone who, when you feel like a lone wolf with a numb soul; Will be your moon to howl to.
We'd be a beautiful love song.
I learned hope is when a lone wolf sings to a moon, as if it'd reach.
A Favorite melody howled the lone wolf so heavenly.
A rhythme being merely, an echo of his heartbeat.
Love is feeling that heartbeat and hearing a melody.
Then singing all the words otherwise too scared to speak.
Jan 14, 2016
Jan 14, 2016 at 9:00 PM UTC
“Everybody dies,
but not everybody lives.”
But how do you tell if,
you’re living or not?
Everyone knows how,
being happy feels.
But how do you know,
If that feeling’s real?
In a moment of perfection how will you react upon realizing that,
euphoric sensation of nirvana....
Was nothing more than,
bliss by convience?
The mind will probably go numb,
most likely go cold inside and wonder;
Death,
could this be how death feels?
What a terrifying feeling to have been so confident,
the storm was over.
So confident the sun was peaking through the clouds,
swore to have even felt it’s warmth.
Oh the eye;
my hope died in the eye of the storm.
I died in the eye of the storm,
but was I even alive?
Resurrection I found in her eyes,
what a time to be alive.
What A euphoria for had I not first died,
today I would not be so alive.
"Everybody dies but,
not everybody lives."
Not everybody lives because,
not everybody dies twice.
Jan 14, 2016
Jan 14, 2016 at 8:57 PM UTC
I stay in my bedroom.
It's the four of us, sometimes more of us but we stay in my bedroom.
We're laughing, drinking, off note but we're singing.
We're sking, not off slopes but coke has us being,
Naked freely, give the word ****** a new meaning.
Conversations like constellations of naked energy connecting in the darkness.
******* poetry so ****** is the concept.
I'm not real, please don't take ****** out of context.
Druken words from your voice just sounds like love & birds I must confess
I lust for Conversations of naked souls, I lust for con-sex.
I lust to remember these nights even more, but that's a long stretch.
Til next time, sincerely, a gone mess.
Jan 13, 2016
Jan 13, 2016 at 8:50 AM UTC
I.Q's are at a parallel with expectations.
Exceptionally high at a parallel with section 8 incarcarations.
Beware of the dropouts, for they seek what lies beyond reach.
Beware because they seek wisdom far beyond what a college could teach.
Beware of the most hateful heart, for one day it'll become the most powerful love.
Beware of the addict to kick the habit to find art, as the most powerful drug.
Born from the white picket fence cementry, becoming the change always seeked in his dreams.
A Fire in his chest.
A burning soul, a phoenix that rebirths from the ashes of his words.
The Genius Of The Suburbs.
Jan 11, 2016
Jan 11, 2016 at 10:24 PM UTC
Roses are red, somewhat like my heart.
The sky is blue and the sun is gold or so I'm told.
Roses die and my heart skips beats when I think of you.
Please allow me to be so bold.
The sky is gold, and the sun is blue.
Your skin is warm with eyes that blind.
Baby I don't ever see night with you.
Jan 10, 2016
Jan 10, 2016 at 7:36 PM UTC
"Love" and "hate" are said to be the strongest words of feelings.
Oh these feelings, never imagined I would feel this again. I "love it", I "Love you".
Oh these feelings, never imagined I would feel this again. I "hate it", I "hate you".
These are said to be the strongest feelings, yet what comes prior truly envokes the most meaning.
Oh these feelings, never imagined I would feel this again. I ******* "love it", I ******* "love you".
Oh these feelings, never imagined I would feel this again. I ******* "hate it", I ******* "hate you".
******* speak to me, the word ******* at the perfect ******* moment really ******* speaks to me.
"Love" and "hate" are said to be the strongest words of feeling.
But read this poem over again and tell me, where you can truly feel the words of my feelings.
Jan 10, 2016
Jan 10, 2016 at 7:31 PM UTC
Dear Life,
Funny is it not?
We loved eachother, just never at the same time.
Lately it's been lingering constantly on my mind, yet I still continue to walts around like I'm fine.
I Took you for granted,
so understanding I am as to why you can no longer stand it.
But "Life's a game right?" I guess I just-
I just grew tired of the ******** hands from you I was handed.
Tired of standing alone in sorrow, of drowning in feelings.
That eight year rain shower killed me, but could've given you a sibling on a drier planet.
Like mars, life you could've had a brother on mars.
But instead you chose me,
A guy that feels way to ******* much, way to ******* deep.
So Why me?
Why should I sleep?
So I can dream of a girl I know, who's exactly like me but doesn't like me?
Why, see? It's only been a week so why do I feel confident she's the one I need?
Why do I cry and feel hopeless seeing scripted love on a screen?
Why do I relate more, feel closer to fictional characters than the ones next to me?
Dear life,
I wrote you the key to my mind without thinking twice.
I don't ask for your sympathy, but a key for simplicity will suffice.
Jan 10, 2016
Jan 10, 2016 at 7:27 PM UTC