unconditional love is like
a vice grip on ones heart
one that i don't cannot get off of me
the wierdest thing
and the reason im the most confused
is the lack of ownership of my heart
the complete helplessness
complete submission
is the only way i can see myself
living my life
it makes me happier
than i have ever been
and it raises the question
why is that?
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Redundant
ever bombarded by outside forces and
and torn apart by internal struggles;
forces one to think that their opinion is like
a campfire in the desert sun
or an air conditioner in the arctic
useless and redundant
and torn apart by internal struggles;
forces one to think that their opinion is like
a campfire in the desert sun
or an air conditioner in the arctic
useless and redundant
Metaphor for Life
Life is modern art,
subject to thought,
criticism and doubt,
It can be clean-cut or messy,
Minimalistic or grandiose,
Simple or complex,
Fuzzy or defined,
Colors are also subjective, bright pastels for the good days
Blacks and grays for the bad ones
And earth tones for the normal days
The culmination of these days paints a picture
Obscure, clear, and muddy
The contents and meaning of this piece should not matter to anyone
But the artist,
Who is ourselves.
subject to thought,
criticism and doubt,
It can be clean-cut or messy,
Minimalistic or grandiose,
Simple or complex,
Fuzzy or defined,
Colors are also subjective, bright pastels for the good days
Blacks and grays for the bad ones
And earth tones for the normal days
The culmination of these days paints a picture
Obscure, clear, and muddy
The contents and meaning of this piece should not matter to anyone
But the artist,
Who is ourselves.
Untilted
create immense thoughts to bring character
to brilliant dizzy answers
empty all cover
use a time device to grow
whisper a description of difficult fiction
judge when chapters end
open inspiring human contact
we're only just sentences
too short,
loud,
and easy
turn with she that must amuse
who discovers why summer days skim over gardens
who are dirty
but when they want color
she finds these streams
that murmur excitement
to brilliant dizzy answers
empty all cover
use a time device to grow
whisper a description of difficult fiction
judge when chapters end
open inspiring human contact
we're only just sentences
too short,
loud,
and easy
turn with she that must amuse
who discovers why summer days skim over gardens
who are dirty
but when they want color
she finds these streams
that murmur excitement
What Have I Done?
waking from a daze i look at my hands
blood, and lots of it
i have no idea how it got there
then i look infront of me and see a body
with a knife coming out of its spine
thinking to myself what have i done?
that person could have had a family
a lover, friends
and i have no idea how i got their blood on my hands
i geuss i would have had to killed them
but who are they
who's life have i ruined
and the lives of their loved ones
i walk over to the body and feel its pulse
i can't find one
they're dead and cold
then i flip over the body
...and look myself in the face
blood, and lots of it
i have no idea how it got there
then i look infront of me and see a body
with a knife coming out of its spine
thinking to myself what have i done?
that person could have had a family
a lover, friends
and i have no idea how i got their blood on my hands
i geuss i would have had to killed them
but who are they
who's life have i ruined
and the lives of their loved ones
i walk over to the body and feel its pulse
i can't find one
they're dead and cold
then i flip over the body
...and look myself in the face
Silent Rage
furious burning hate
building inside of
me hoping it will
never overflow but
secretly wishing it
would so i could
let this rage
this pure unrated
silent rage explode
and relieving the
pressure from my
life permanently
building inside of
me hoping it will
never overflow but
secretly wishing it
would so i could
let this rage
this pure unrated
silent rage explode
and relieving the
pressure from my
life permanently
Black and White
As he sits in the white chair
Across from the black one
Realizing what happened
In the black one.
Realizing what he wants
To happen in
The white one.
He's wanting good in the world,
But realizes it
Will never happen.
Screaming injustices in faces
Is the way he
wishes he can
Change things he cannot.
Standing up he lights a match
Lighting he past ablaze
Finally being able to leave his past
And his ability
To change his future opens up
And is as plain as
Black and White.
Across from the black one
Realizing what happened
In the black one.
Realizing what he wants
To happen in
The white one.
He's wanting good in the world,
But realizes it
Will never happen.
Screaming injustices in faces
Is the way he
wishes he can
Change things he cannot.
Standing up he lights a match
Lighting he past ablaze
Finally being able to leave his past
And his ability
To change his future opens up
And is as plain as
Black and White.
Every
every day that passes
dreams become more solid
dreams fade away
in every life time
dreams are real
dreams are fake
every time
dreams are intangible
dreams are reachable
this time
everyone’s dreams
will become
just dreams
dreams become more solid
dreams fade away
in every life time
dreams are real
dreams are fake
every time
dreams are intangible
dreams are reachable
this time
everyone’s dreams
will become
just dreams
Bidding Table
Atrophy leeches
from your lungs while
I'm just waiting
until the apothecary
finishes his job so my heart
can return to
normalcy and get
off of the
bidding table
from your lungs while
I'm just waiting
until the apothecary
finishes his job so my heart
can return to
normalcy and get
off of the
bidding table
Untitled
Swimming in a sea of nothing
I hear the moon howl
at the wolf
and see a plant warm
the sun.
Being cramped in a world
of no people,
I lash out at
Insecurities and
Abnormalities.
I hear the moon howl
at the wolf
and see a plant warm
the sun.
Being cramped in a world
of no people,
I lash out at
Insecurities and
Abnormalities.
Alive
Waiting for this thousand night
hell to subside.
hope is but a hoax,
a conspiracy to my
sanity.
knowing that day will
come
breaking the repititious
unending cycle
this hope keeps me
Alive.
hell to subside.
hope is but a hoax,
a conspiracy to my
sanity.
knowing that day will
come
breaking the repititious
unending cycle
this hope keeps me
Alive.
Simple?
How is life simple?
How is it not?
Life was much easier
When we were young
but has it ever been
simple?
Backstabbing is a common thing
In this life we call
"Simple"
Hypocrisy is another big thing
in this "Simple" life
Why can't people
Say what their
fears,
hopes,
desires,
or needs
are?
Because of people like them
Closed minded freaks
"Normal"
PFFFFTTT!!!!! AS IF!!!
If life were truly
"Simple"
They wouldn't be here.
I'm not saying
"Kill them all!!"
But what i am saying is
We can "kill" them
Without a single hand,
Being raised
Without a single word,
Being spoken
If we can make them see
What we see
Then life would be
"Simple".
How is it not?
Life was much easier
When we were young
but has it ever been
simple?
Backstabbing is a common thing
In this life we call
"Simple"
Hypocrisy is another big thing
in this "Simple" life
Why can't people
Say what their
fears,
hopes,
desires,
or needs
are?
Because of people like them
Closed minded freaks
"Normal"
PFFFFTTT!!!!! AS IF!!!
If life were truly
"Simple"
They wouldn't be here.
I'm not saying
"Kill them all!!"
But what i am saying is
We can "kill" them
Without a single hand,
Being raised
Without a single word,
Being spoken
If we can make them see
What we see
Then life would be
"Simple".
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