All things seen by the eyes are void; Light hinders not through darkened eyes, Passages to a soul hidden away. All things felt faded from truth, A jaded heart learned from youth. If we find pleasures in this world, We find no treasures within our hearts; Until a day we see the last, Let not everything be for naught, To fall away from the sins of our past.
Seclusion stands in grief segregated like a theif. The virus eats me deep inside rides my spirit like a tide. Darkend surf down the drain peeling rust in my brain. Tortured memories still remain a senseless crime against my name.
Rat Race Manual Teach me the rules To this meaningless game It makes no sense But everyone plays Write them down On the walls in ash You have to act mad You have to talk trash I'll worry if you want Pacing this old place Wagering my existence On this endless rat race I won't ask why I'll try my best I'll spend my time If you make me invest I'll reign in my mind Until nothings left
Why do poets always refer to the sea? i guess because life is the ocean and it's fucking drowning me where are all my shoulders; my floral-scented support? well they're here an awful lot, i just wish i had a 'her' to court i am a cactus in the arctic, blatantly out of place i need something to spark with, to make a fire and leave a trace Behind, because at this rate i'm going nowhere fast I'll disappear, fade with my tear, i have no fear to contrast with life with life life is the ocean and it's slowly drowning me its angry arms are cutting as they disregard my plea my slim dark frame blends into the dark depths with ease no other soul to blame, just my stubborn habit to freeze i am the tires that leave black skid marks slid across the road; i'm never seen but are my footprints, trailing off in search for a warm abode goodbye land, i'll miss you moon i see the sea take my hand Oh, i won't see you soon -B.W ------------------ thinking about making it a song.
I once held you in esteem and admired from afar My boys would crack jokes and address you as a broad A common chick, not to special from the others But why'd I think that we would make perfect lovers? Have you introduce me to your friends And introduce you to my brothers. Hold you tight and call you wifey, hoping you would, Continue to like me Was it likely? Maybe slightly? I didn't want to hold you tightly, though you were mines for a time I didn't want the pain when you left. Left high and dry in the breadth of oceans high with such depth. Read my eyes, I am sorry. I made a big mistake, though I won't take it back. You were pulling be back. Fuck that annoyance and everything it meant. I don't care where it came from, it was holding me back. I don't expect you to wait, but I might just be back...
It's been a while now Cradled within my own head Trying to seek an elusive truth through a two way mirror But history gives only questions And only my shadow remains Illusions and lies i tell myself So I can keep this story going To keep my heart from caving in To exonerate our fallen sins From Stabbing me in the night Falling victim to unwanted dreams I hope you can let go of your defenses Your walls are a refuge of suffocation My reflection still looks the same to me But why do I feel like a clone Replicated And you feel like the real me? Cradled within my own thoughts I'm facing a world with no edges Fighting a war without meaning Reflections of someone who I should've been A heart full of apathy Yet you cannot feel a thing Sent from my iPod touch using Grasscity Forum
Rainy Days I don't wanna see you. I wanna be able to do what I do. To think how I think, to feel what I feel. And I definitely don't want your judgements, 'cause just I can't deal. It's hard enough trying to be who I wanna be. Keep trying to make me something else, then watch and see. See how quickly I drop to my knees. How quickly I throw in the towel. All because of your mean words and hurtful scowl. Your negativity is getting far too loud. I'm clean and sober. I made it when everyone else thought it was over. But you keep hurtling critiques like a game of Red Rover. Trying to put a whole through my wall. The wall I've built isn't good enough, so it must fall? And you wonder why a "loving family" isn't what you're called. I take my walks in the rain to be with the rest of the storm. Because what you all don't realize is that this is my norm. And it only comes in dark and cloudy, no other forms. Rather than being the sunshine, you're something much different instead. You're those raindrops that keep smacking against my head. The ones that cause all of these tears to be shed. I take my walks on rainy days to be left alone. I walk util I'm soaked all the way down to the bone. I tune out, power down, and shut of my phone. For reasons that none of you have ever known. And my weaknesses are mine, I never want them shown. So I take my walks on rainy days. You hate the clouds, but I beg for them to stay. If for no other reason than for me to get away. ~StayLifted
How, When, Now, & Then How often I've sat and fantasized about this day. When there'd be a baby born who has my last name. How willing my soul is to cash-out any price to pay. When I'd met the one who felt the same. How I wonder how this all will end. When I look back, it seems so long ago when it just began. How this love is so strong that no one can bend. When we met, your heart took off, and mine approached a home at which to land. How fast we both truly fell. When our hearts so quickly started to melt. How soon we felt the effects of God's spell. When others were against us, but we couldn't change what we felt. How many obstacles we ran in to on the road. When we were too young to see that it was all apart of the show. How heavy these things made our load. When it was worth it because of how much stronger we become the further that we go. How the hard times never seemed to have an end in sight. When it didn't seem to matter how many prayers I sent to the sky. How we weren't always able to see the end of that tunnel, nor the light. When we would avoid eye-contact as if we were shy. How we made it through those hard times with a hug and a kiss. When the struggle was strong, and it wasn't always easiest. Now you're going to give birth to our beautiful baby. Then I'll look back and remember that you're the one who saved me. ~StayLifted
I seek to understand this river of time It's flow has no finish nor behind With this idea I became scared Until I accepted it's been always there Now what are we in this eternal thought Maybe Just another water drop But even the smallest has some weight So welcome and embrace this universal state "I'm to drunk, to taste this chicken" -Talladega nights
The Slacker Too often we categorize an angry teenager as a slacker. A teenager that loves his sister, and fears the day his step-father would smack her. Hit her just like he does the teenager. Hits him until his ribs are black and bruised, and you can't recognize his face. A teenager that never got a fair shake. This teenager that shows up to school because the law say he must, but does little more than sit there. Sit there and rot as he rust. The teenager that has "so much potential", but can't escape the Hell he's been stuck in. And they burn him like a match, and question how to make him give a fuck again. They say that he has no drive or ambition, but his life is preoccupied with one mission, and that's survival. He's so focused on making it that he can't worry about mistaking it. It being his priorities, his future, his vision. He doesn't want happiness or love. He's not the chattiest, and doesn't care enough. He just wants to make it. So he shows up with that smile, and hopes no one notices as he fakes it. ~StayLifted
I wrote this poem about a guy who sucked. But I loved him madly, wildly! It goes as such... A Tin Can with Nothing In It Is A Promise from You When You Give It empty .... Sent from my iPhone using Grasscity Forum
Here comes a clamous din. A shark that wants to bite into your skin and that of all your next of kin. A nefarious beast that suckled at the teats of a dragon from the far east And look at his teeth! They strike fear in the heart until you can barely breathe But what is the creed of this shark in the seas The one that stands alone and likes to see others bleed The one thats consumed by its own hunger and greed A creature that emerged from despicable deeds to commit despicable deeds to fulfill his despicable needs This is the creed of a demon who probably once had a soul Now all he has is a gaping hole in the very same spot that his heart used to go This cretinous bastard was a hazard to Humanity Candidly committing acts of insanity And what was he? A product of his own evolution A product of his nurturing a product of his nature
Fiction's pride, just you and I Lesser beings of greater things With the Universe implanted in our eyes.
It's impossible to find a definite answer to anything... Why is there something rather than nothing? But how do we know there is something rather than nothing..
My heart now tethered and stripped of all the paint, such as a rose it dies... and the colour it grows so faint. Sent from my SGH-I337M using Grasscity Forum mobile app
I like to believe that I inherited one hundred percent of my father's psychological genetics, thus making me artistic and hard working. I have been through a lot in my short lifetime. I have had the opportunity to experience amazing things. I have also had the privilege…yes; privilege to experience life on life's terms, meaning I have had the opportunity to explore negative emotions, giving me the ability to make decisions based on truth rather than feeling. I have had many near death experiences that have made me extremely grateful for life itself. I have been down and out, broken, lost and addicted, but I have yet to be alone. I recognize my soul and my spirit as two different entities that have taken residence in my body, granting me wisdom and guidance throughout life. I tend to make mistakes when my soul, mind and spirit are out of sync. I feel as though my personal trinity consists of my mind, spirit, and soul. Without consistent conditioning and awareness of the trinity, I lack functionality and rational thought patterns. I am limitless, and omnipotent within the restrictions of the trinity, meaning I can accomplish all things in accordance to the triumvirate. My spirit and my mind have worked hard to provide an adequate abode for my soul, therefore providing the opportunity for my body to carry on the role as an achiever. Sent from my HTC One X using Grasscity Forum mobile app
On this narrow screen I type the words confined within my mind. The temptation rises once again, this vicious cycle must end. Here I am left to fight these demons all alone.