"sollace" poems
aldous huxley told me twice,
'that men do not learn very much
from the lessons of history is the
most important of all the lessons of history,'
both times i put my pen to the page
and re-read what he had said
until i thought i understood
today i watched big fish and
thought of spectre longer than
i probably should have,
where is it that i arrived before
the road was paved to bring me there?
when will i return?
i know i don't need to figure out
timing because that's what fate's for,
but with a wild wandering mind
it's difficult to detract senseless what-if's
from buzzing about in my brain
tonight i delete excess and make plans
to live a life that doesn't declare ignorance
of what preludes each step taken,
tonight i find sollace in full moons and
figure if there's anything i've learned
thus far, it's just as aldous said,
live life as if you've learned something
Jun 24, 2013
Jun 24, 2013 at 12:49 AM UTC
Little girl
in my chest,
in my heart
Stay, a while longer
Let us frolic in the darkness together
and find our own way home
Let us covet lonliness
yet never feel completely alone
Let us laugh at them
for they will never fathom
all the things we know
We won't listen,
nor care,
nor give,
'cause we know more.
If you leave now
I lose the light
When you go
I'll be forced to find sollace
in my sorrow.
Ashamed
and
Somber
I will lose my way back home.
Little girl, little me
Rather
Stay
Sep 9, 2012
Sep 9, 2012 at 12:48 PM UTC
I'm lost in the darkness
as pitch as can be
just darkness in my heart
and darkness around me.
I have no one around me
just me, myself and I
with no-one to support me
it just makes me wonder and sigh.
is anyone there? hello,hello?
There is no-one here,
it's just sollace and hollow.
No need to worry,
i'll just stand here and hum
cause i know my angel of light will come.
Jun 7, 2013
Jun 7, 2013 at 10:02 AM UTC
alchohal and razor bladed, a twisted gaze, an open vein - a hart to bleed, a mouth to feed, the price is high if i suceede - sollace lost to higher ground, place all theses dreams in lost and found - a touch brings tears and two deaf ears, help build a wall around my fears - a need so deep brings loss of sleep, sanity is yours to reap - a dark and simple vow is made - to move along - to let it fade - a wisdome of my own designe, tuck it all away, in no one confide.
Oct 2, 2017
Oct 2, 2017 at 9:37 PM UTC