#rearranged
You own already
When you love me like a hero
All you need to rescue me
Have the power to make me less than zero
One last time I return to the crime scene
Nothing to take me away
Sadness gives tears to wash conscience clean
I will leave the darkness one day
They weren't brave enough to face danger
I am nothing that's worth saving
Nothing is worth losing for a stranger
Can't be stopped from caving
A sense of justice found in destruction
My surface is scratched and muddy
Pain teaching specific instructions
******* nothing to nobody
Dec 3, 2019
Dec 3, 2019 at 11:24 AM UTC
Fret not the words that pass
unremembered, unrestrained
tossed as unrehearsed repast
emotions, just the same
Throw them out too return again
and learn another way
not an if, or but, or when
to hard too explain
You'll feel and know
deep in spirit, and in heart
it doesn't matter how it goes
as love and passions
start
So yes, words said only once
like a paradigm found everywhere
sentiments that say the most
as love and lust, still there
Dec 9, 2018
Dec 9, 2018 at 11:59 AM UTC
There is a light following behind me.
Making a angry shadow in front of me.
Should I turn to the safety of the light;
Or investigate my curiosity in a parallel universal fight.
The light beckons for me to come home where everything will be fine.
The shadow represents my future self within my new design.
For me to accept this new variation of myself I must slow down time.
I must accept and inspect from my past design.
The influence of the light has brought to this confrontation.
The maddening thought is how can I change without positive reconciliation.
As the light fades on another day.
Will I change in some other way.
The decision is to try to make a change on myself.
By putting all life’s tragedy’s on the shelf.
Forget them and stash them far beyond the comprehension of oneself.
Deep into my memories I will dwell.
With the rising of another day.
I see my shadow and look on it with dismay.
Have I changed?
Maybe I have just rearranged.
Whatever is done is done.
Next time I meet my shadow I might turn and run.
Although change might be good for me.
I most of time I do not see.
The light carry’s us away.
No longer will we be crowded in dismay.
Sep 14, 2018
Sep 14, 2018 at 3:54 PM UTC
just like popcorn -
those soft, incredible clouds
appearing from what
once was
solid,
golden,
rock -
my thoughts are formed.
out of nowhere,
another pops into my mind,
joining it's fellow corns,
only to later
be consumed,
rearranged,
and discarded
by people who
*aren't
even
me.*
- v.m
Aug 5, 2018
Aug 5, 2018 at 2:09 PM UTC