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Glass half full...The blissful life of an optimist
The dreary life of a pessimist
Unfortunately end the same.
Burnt, buried, or eaten by bears
Rotting, destroyed as everyone stares
At ones procession.
We wander through life looking for answers
But lend me a moment of consideration sirs,
For what if you stop looking at the glass
Be it half empty or full
And look at it instead, by its contents.
For maybe, just maybe the liquid the glass presents
Don't look at meI don't see you around
I avoid you and your friends
they used to be mine
but then again so were you
I dodge your gaze
I keep your contact at bay
all to keep my feelings away
I don't want them,
I don't need them,
I don't want you at all.
And I don't need you.
We're not really friends
more like neighbors nowadays.
I can't handle us talking anyway.
Don't look at me, I won't look back
Don't wave, don't call
Don't speak, don't follow
I will walk but I will not talk
This boy's no good
I can't treat you
how you should
Don't look at this,
this fragile soul
I'll just shy away again
fade into obscurity
and watch you be happy
Gone...But not forgotten...Our toys get old and break
Clothes are worn and torn
Death takes from our lives
Though they are gone, they are not forgotten.
Friends come and go
Fashions race and eventually slow
Trends catch us then we say "no"
They may be gone and though we try
They are not forgotten.
Series start and end
Wounds open and begin to mend
Songs stop speaking their message to us
Though we feel them, they are gone
and often forgotten.
What's loved is always lost
Our attachment determines it's final cost
Only when we forget is something truly gone
If you love it, keep it close
If you've lost it, remember it always
Live like you're dying, love like you're losing
Time and time again.On my bed I am resting now.
Just alone with my thoughts,
A glance to the clock: 1:47.
My thoughts drift to your face
But why? Why do I think of you
When my feelings go unheard
By not just you but me?
Do you think of me? Do you miss me?
I think of you... time and time again.
I miss you, most when the sky is dark
And no one is around to hold.
I want you to be happy
I know you won't be, with me.
I beat this guy to the punch
But he has the last laugh
Our time was brief, I loved every second.
I loved you but to no avail.
I'll pull the plug and take what's left of me
With me into the unknown depths
I need to leave,
Let you live your life without me.
And only think of you, time... and time again.
Writers Block DefeatedPlease sit back and let me make you a rhyme,
It's sad and sweet but won't take much time.
This rhyme is short and meter it's cohort,
making me, early, resign.
I don't love myself, let's make this very clear.
So hard i find it to believe each year,
Those who reciprocate
Affection to a being I, myself, hate.
She came along and filled my life
But without her i knew only sadness and strife.
Relief comes in mornings
When for brief spells her face won't appear
When I don't know the mourning
Feelings of what I foolishly lost, their heads, rear.
The day I knew we couldn't be together
I hoped I could still stay locked away in your heart...
I will never regret trying because you were exactly
what I wanted
I'll be there...waiting at your door
Hoping one day fate has in store
For me a second chance...
To have our first dance, under the crying clouds...
My tale is now at an end, I went
Off and now my prose is spent.
Goodnight world, goodnight moon.
I hope to join you in the sky, looking
Untitled VIeach and every day
i meander through my life
seemingly in blissful ignorance
but the things i dont say
fill every moment with strife
and deprive myself of all significance
my life goes by while i sit and listen
to the problems others have in their lives
while under my skin
i'm screaming at the top of my lungs
but my cries go unnoticed
i'm done and i'm through
and i am finished with you
you all and your petty obsessions
i have them as well
and we all have to solve them
in this life that does not seem worth it
to the random few who see what i see
and can relate to being robbed of ones senses
to see the truths in this lie we call life
the truths of people and
their inability to deal with their pretenses
each grain of sand
falling from their hourglasses
their flailing arms
grabbing to bring down anyone
they feel will slow their decent
i cant please you all
so i will choose
a certain few, the chosen
they will lose
me, a small price for their transgressions
and continue with their
Full CircleAll of my life I've done things i have not been proud of
they are the reasons i treat myself so harshly
the reasons i don't deserve to be happy in this life time
these travesties done unto to the people I've cared about the most
make them one by one all slip away and leave me
in recent months my past has come to reap the fruit of my transgressions
my evils placed on the heads of my beloved...
the ones that i didnt appreciate until they were gone
if by taking my own life i can make things right
or by removing myself from the lives of all i care about
i can make things right i will...
i hate what i am, was, and will become
nothing good can be spawned from evil
so i will live on, alone, lonely because of my own foolishness
while i sit here, my heart, like a glacier
i watch it dissipate...i searched for love in this empty world
all i found was hate
to the ones that care, the ones that i haven't harmed
i'm sorry, for what i will do, what i will not give myself the chance to
i need to get aw
my bleeding ultamatumThere are times that others do things to get me going
Like when they pick fun at my friends or my sewing
I try to retain my composure but it seldom works out well
Im shaken in my cage as my rage rises and my veins swell
Ill tell you now that if you make my friends hurt
Ill assure you a ruined life and a home in the dirt
As I lie here and pant, its comes into focus
The reason that the unstable ones try to evoke us
And take from us the only things that give our lives meaning
For some its our own lives that are demeaning
And for as little as they are worth we still defend them
But for the little guy, the one with no self worth about him
Can still find a purpose to life if he makes something of it
If they just look for someone to protect and simply care for
No matter what happens to them and no matter what happened before
My bleeding oath is simply this
I dont care what happens, I wont miss
I dont care how far I wont stop
Until I manage to ma
emptinesswhat happens when the spirit dies,
and its body remains while its host cries?
we struggle through life against the lies...
at the end of the day our strife shows through sighs.
when does the line between being hurt
and being empty become distorted and burnt
out of our burning hatred and being thrown in the dirt
why does it all matter in the end?
is it the idea that we condescend
on fate and believe we can change it?
i'm done bleeding ignorance and
we're all going to die in the end
so whats the point of our stand
against what is coming and we cant stop
my life has promised happiness
and all its givin me is lonliness
we're all just souls on sale
and our buyers are waiting for us to fail
so they can laugh at our screams
and watch us fall apart
ground into dust,
while we bleed and lust
for a better time when we
didnt have to have to see
the world for what it really is...
twenty-threescars are like tattoos
no matter how
they got there, you still
like the look of them.
Skyline MuseSkyline Muse
vistas of sylvan charms
cross my vision as we drive through art,
a mural of green flags
across a watercolor(ed) canvas.
with her arm out the window
the wind holding her tresses
in a tempestuous tenure,
she looks back at me
and flashes her beaming smile
as we drive towards the peak
aiming to hit the highest mark.
the gravel road rolling under turning tires,
we move up and up,
the sun falling the higher we go.
we always envisioned arriving here at sundown
and it’s yawning now,
so it’s only a matter of time
before it must tuck itself in for the night.
so when we reach crown of the mountain
and park the hardtop near the edge of the crest.
jewel encrusted skies tease auburn blankets
as the stars are finally materializing incarnate,
it’s almost heavenly to see the body
merge from fervor markers to cool ink.
the draft was a signal of the art just beginning,
feet moving across clay as we dangle soles
over the edge of the earth as the day
puts on its hoodie
Her name was HeroHer name was Hero,
such a high thing to live up to.
It promised great things for her,
but she was none.
well, none except one.
She was a small girl,
Who always bowed down to others,
was looked down upon by others,
spit upon by others until she was just another smudge in the greasy linoleum tile hallways of this prison.
Her name was Hero.
She was taught to embrace the cool pull of the rope,
the indifferent slice of the knife,
the vibrant red of the galls and cuts became the only color in her life.
She was grey.
And every day she looked into the great abyss of social media,
and she was popular.
She couldn't escape her fate even when in the perpetual twilight of her neglected room
where grey walls met grey floors through a hidden door.
But she endured.
Her name was Hero,
and when she graduated from the class of "we made it" and "Embrace the hate",
Until one da
twenty-twoyou aren't supposed to bury your children.
but if you're the one that killed them,
i guess it doesn't matter
HappyWake up be positive
Going to have an amazing day
Watching my babies is going to be a joy
Even if I have to force myself I am going to be happy today
Not going to worry about anything but being with my little family
Contest - Create a World unseenI was filled with joy
That soon came to an end
When I saw your hand
Reaching for the doorknob
While I stared at the door
Waiting for you to burst in
About to destroy this place
of peace and serenity
I swallowed hard
One last time
The door swung open
Your eyes filled with
Ignorance and confusion
You looked at me
Being bare naked and
Your confusion made place
And before you could even
say a word-
I shut down the light,
left my thoughts
And turned to dark.
little thingsI don’t want to be the wind beneath your wings
or any other monumental things
I wish to be feathers
(a hand to hold,
a gaze to meet
a place at night
to dream in peace)
so you can still fly
Catch the WindOut in this world, you'll never reach the sky.
Perched up in a tree, no use of your wings.
Words will bounce and sounds will dim
"Why don't you do it? Just fly."
You'll say no
You'll say the view is much nicer up here.
Well that's it, isn't it?
It's just a view.
"Don't you want to perch on that sight?"
Fools stay still
Fools let the world stomp on those wings.
But you'll say you don't need them.
"Well what if you do soon?"
Over countless lectures
And endless wisdom
You'll stay in your tree.
And say it's better for you
Then it is for me.
Who can say when or if you'll branch away
Over the cliffs and through the plains.
But then you will.
For once, you'll see.
The only thing holding me back
Not everybody will ever get to fly.
But please, oh please try
Before you die.
The endAnd when the sacred temple is brought back to life
In this modern agonizing age,
And when the false king claims to own this life
To from us all be the sage,
And when he's sitting in the usurped throne
Thinking he's from the world this core,
Darkness shall arise upon us all
And may the stars from the sky fall.
NighttimeCool and quiet while the world around sleeps,
Trees quietly whisper, sweet nothings undone...
As creatures of day retire to their keeps
No one around save the occasional someone...
Street lamps shed light on places often traveled
But cast shadows on those tar'd, chipped, and graveled.
The docit tones of crickets sing
A melodious nocturne as birds
Tuck their heads beneath wing.
Dark hands choke the sky, hiding the moon.
I stare up and watch, hoping it will end soon.
I plead to be reunited with the moons pale embrace
To feel its comforting rays illuminating this dark space
Staring across dark water a feeling rises
Growing out of my mind, a brief thought of chrisis...
I jump, plunging into the dark abyss
The cold dark water wrapping its wet absess
'Round my entire form, no fighting will save
Me from my move to choose this watery grave.
IowaIf you visit Iowa,
you'll call her fields empty,
but she wasn't born that way.
A part of her was carved out
when she was ripped between Virginia
and the purple mountains of New Mexico.
Her gold hair, she tore it out when she realized
it didn't make her a princess.
She laid her locks strung along every road
leading somewhere else.
White hairs on her cheeks
are scars from winter.
Her hair darkens with the dampness
of summer rains.
The storms are never silent,
but neither is life when there's a tear
in your childhood where
a parent ought to be.
I've been flooded by Iowa's sorrow.
The only way I can distract her from her own voided landscape
is if I hate myself harder than she cries.
She just wants to fly
and I want to bus or train,
not because I fear death, but because
I want to take living slow.
It's the only way I ever feel.
From the air it's hard to watch Earth's hips move.
But Earth can't compare to the country.
That's my girl.
Full grown even when harvesting season's j
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