Fear I'm scared of being spoiled used up and worn down taking myself to serious or being a clown being the one you cant understand and growing up to be a lonely man I'm scared of being soiled cut up and spit out taking myself apart and losing the pieces scared of taking a fools demand and not accepting a helping hand BoneTewns The universal language fills me with inspiration shows me love when im alone with a gentle tremble trombone traverses body and mind my tool of reflection that can't be defined, a passion a poet can't resist trying. Every chemical we secrete it treats the violins help violence the bass murders bias the harmonica calms the hormones with harmony. Would you believe me if i said music saved my life? Crimes of the Heart I don't mind to be the insecure one someones gotta be for everyone to feel better we are the ones fueling society we the people are the ones trampled on by every pain that the world has every lover taken by the hands of another leaving you to play with yourself until you have no one to talk to but yourself and every girl (or boy for that matter) you've ever admired that chose your best friend over you we are the ones looked down upon because we weren't born in the image of a sinner the ones told we are weak and self centered because we only want one moment of intimacy and made feel like shit for taking it out on our families because there's no one else around the ones who are forced to put on a smile when they're really dying the ones crippled by doubt not because they're bad or not good enough but because the world made them we are the ones changed most by the world while everyone stays the same day in and day out we are not victims but we are survivors because we ourselves know better then anyone that no one is perfect and we dare never put someone through what others have done to us we are the people the only beautiful ones The Stone of Dementar At the bottom of some monsters lair, where, darkness met the vague Mist of Dementar lye a crimson cloak, cross yonder's path of smothered woes. None had been for none had dared, cared, not a soul for millenniums age had forsaken once a flourishing of luminescence, til red deaths menace. Now saturated with creatures invisible to the eye they had no existence outside of this narrow cave, deprived the only optics that captured a traveler, a passer by was of this fog that would burn any human to the touch they fed off it, they breathed the Mist of Dementar. This lair was nothing more then a cold old mans heart where epics had been fought on multiple accounts but what landmark, was not surrounded by beating bout where springs rose up from the ground, bouncing back with fresh oxygenated release. Over the years temperatures dropped near Weary Wear Lair the once bright red outlines of rare flowers were declining and the stench of decay was starting to traverse bare. Open to delusion, illusion, started to take grasp, possibilities were boundless upon the fountain of youth but quickly age drew in, bitter depravity. The mist condensed to a safer state here it lye desolate in utter waste. The highest peaks of mountains now shrouded but still in prevail broke surface for perfect circumstance, allowing for an atmosphere to form your outer layer cooling everlasting. A freak show is what you became, from your head it went to your mouth from your mouth it went to your heart, it became the blood running through whatever lies you told yourself. Now a pool where the cloak could no longer float and sank into the Depths of Dementar. Early in the birth of what was now Dementar the landscape was overrun with vegetation. One tree in particular grew out of stone, that stone was named the Stone of Dementar. A heavy stone it was, weighing on the brave, wave after wave, it wore you down to deprave. Some say it was cursed, destined for a vessel For without a human heart the stone had no weight. I was the one who picked up the stone I couldn't resist it's precious red shade. I cut off the tree like a regular lumberjack and pocketed what was never mine I was an ignorant kid looking for something nice, thinking id found it until it trembled in my arms, it trembled with grief, and disbelief, till it shattered, and from that moment on nothing else mattered Millenniums passed and all the pieces came together, the depths had now hardened into stone. Not any ordinary stone but one in the pit of my chest, the landmark where now flourishes my own giving tree.
Serious is a cue from the vines in the Amazon.. the Queerent is a wave in the tide of the River.. of the Spirit and of the Vow of the opponent.. is a nascent knowledge of the conditioning of ourselves and in this regard we have a river snake a larky Annaconda..of a whole lot of Malarky.. Scenic in and out are the routes of a total eclipse and a mainstay of the Orange vibration is kept in silence and know how of the movements of a stream which in great Docility moves through Dreams and Beams.. Seeing that under is the light a wave in a something new.. and that which we see is an understanding of the Light Blue..
Release is a beacon of awareness. doth the light house envisions an awareness in time, in the tome of truth.. with each to their own; a selection and in the neat prophecy lies a beacon a wave and a neutral particle.. of the theory of a wave.. and in this probability is a cancer a cancer of the awareness of the atonement to log in data is of course Daat!! and the gentle that mary go.. through the river of time and woe; each increase through the sun is a beam and during the logic of the other mans stream
Bad Reception Liars dominate the airwaves With constant bullshit, Makes me wonder What this life's for As Plato rolls in his grave. Foot in mouth Not enough Resolution Revolution Two fold will arrive When the sun burns the sky And clouds devoured By our own ignorance.
This was during a hard time in my life, needless to say. Numb Me I don't want to feel I don't want to think I want to be numb alone in a safe place where reality is distorted and everything is "fine" where anything can be fixed taking line after line I don't want to believe the painful brutal truth my heart can't take it so numbness is what I choose I don't want to care I don't want to cry I want to feel nothing I want to be high I crave to feel poison inside my veins I want to feel a rush watching the world around me fade I want to fall to the ground and collaspe from the drug cocktails I want to face death Because life has already failed my heart feels so cold and my eyes don't see beauty everytime I look up pain is what fuels me I ask myself daily what is the point of my life if I were to leave no one would blink twice I've been surrounded by people who only pretend to care once everything gets real they disappear into thin air As time goes on I start to realize my worth is so small and between my legs it lies the questions never stop they get louder everyday getting high is a band aid and band aids eventually break I dream of a bathtub and a needle filled with tar I dream of an overdose my final last straw I walk around in a trance I hear you but I don't listen I lost myself in his love and his love was fake to begin with I have no way to express the true darkness I feel so I turn to drugs to feel anything not real I live in a fairytale land where in time everything will be ok I know I am lying to myself because I accept worst treatment each day Powerless couldn't begin to describe just how out of my hands my life feels I put my faith in everything wrong and let the wrong person take the wheel I have no one to blame for the cards in my hand the saddest part is getting high is my only plan there really is nothing left to me I've been broken too many times fighting is an option but at this point, I'd rather die.
Sat on the porcelain seat, planted my feet, started to realize I'm in this shit deep I started to sweat and then came the pain omg this turd is bigger than my brain
i realize on long hazy nights when the moon rides high in the sky that our path is solitary and long. that there will be downs and ups cuts, bruises, healing, and joy. sadness and sorrow. so each and every chance you get forget not this gift thats been given for tomorrow is not a promise and the moons light is soft on the land,. right now. understand that this gift is infinite like the skies above. but only if you reach. teach yourself today to only obey the laws that are relivent to your travels do as you need to live free and be like the soft rustle of leafs or the babble of a small brook the howl of a raging torrent or the calmness of an evening lake baked in the light of our seemingly eternal moon. consume your life with the spirits forgoten by man and law and money take honey from the earth like a hiker upon a path of fresh strawberry or an angler perched upon his favorite pool. own now what you can your own moment in time divinity and imprisonment, put it all on the line like lights that will glow in the north so devine like your toes in the sand being greeted by tide. you have a meeting with time and its time that you find the meaning of man is for the soul to sublime.
im lost on this planet just tryin to understand it i used to try to plan it i know life is just an antic used to think i was gigantic now i know that im as small as a stone across the planet i'll roam eventually returin back as volcanic ash to my home for now im on my own reactin with poems i am passive, a clone. one of masses ive known but with these words that i speak im on a path to be actually growin
I'm nervous cause y'alls poems are so amazing but this is one I wrote for someone who means everything to me. Written on a 1941 royal kmm typewriter
Packed my room up today, and came across my old notepad with all my poems on it (which reminded me of my state of mind while writing them, and encouraged me to be in a different place mentally). About to type this poem out (the only full one I remember word for word after a couple of years) When I see birds fly around There's always one to be found Alone on a wire up in the sky I wonder if he ever cries Or maybe his peers treat him the same And never call him hurtful names What a life that would be To fly around with joy and glee And worry not about hurt nor pain But by giving love, how much you'll gain
The dream is so real, it's hard to detach. Like the flickering flame as I strike the match my heart swiftly sees! the vision is bright! in it the seed of penetrating sight but low and behold! The flame grows dim The seeing is clouded, my eyes simply skim Where are my wings? To take me aflight? Where is that realm where I may alight? And find peace and calm and drink in the sight, of the moon in the night Where may I rest, and simply see? The stars in the sky, and the moon in the night.
There is serenity in severe loss, an almost unbearable, unwanted peace.. I'd rather have turmoil, than nothing at all. It's sick, I know. I am
If only I was taller, I'd be happy, said the short man If only I was skinnier, I'd be happy, said the obese woman If only I was stronger, I'd be happy, said the weak man If only I was younger, I'd be happy, said the old woman I'm happy, said the stoner
Living breathing hoping wishing I look at all these people fishing seeming like they know where to go but in reality nobody knows I stand I crush I build I lust I am the one who you can trust Inside your mind if you shall seek All the answers just buried deep -quick lil freestyle poetry off the dome
Breath the breath of life, the very life, woven with the threads of strife. Breath the breath of death the very death, beyond scope or breadth. Breathe the breath of ease, the very ease, that comes with ebbing tides and ocean breeze. Breath the breath of lies, the very lies, that comfort our minds and close our eyes. Breath the breath of sorrow, the very sorrow, that comes of lost yesterdays and an unknown tomorrow. Realize! See! This breath is sublime. It comes and it goes, marking passage of time every breath an intimate sign, a moment in passing, a tenuous line. Search for a flow, a rhythm you'll find Make this breath the cup, and drink the essence of mind.
You know it stings my eyes when the sky burns red The only fortified plans tend to sink in sand When you count the days you're gonna end up dead But that's the way it is I'll never be more proud of the ground I stand If I got you by my side I'll leave this life knowing nothing could survive And if you see real clear times are coming fast Know the moments come but they never last But one last step is all I need to take Well I love my pain and I love the screams The torture of drowning in my dreams When you see my face you can feel just what it means Cuz I believe in us I need to know just what the feeling does when it comes back down just to lift you up When the cause is lost, it's never what it seems I know you like to sleep But sometimes what we see is only sleep Please don't worship me Just cuz the man you see is who I try to be Not sure what the fighting was but the hurt makes you look to the sky above And if this ain't love Then this is all it will ever be
I wrote this when I was a troubled teenager awhile back now, about 10 years ago, but I still remember it and the time it encapsulated. I'm the dark angel on the rocks Watching over gruesome docks As once a day the ship pulls in Which only god knows what's within And as each day the truth unfolds I pray one day it will be gold.