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I'll be back soon :).
twenty one. finally learning who i am and what i love.
I'll be back soon :).
my wayward feet can't find the path. I'm stuck in a moment and fading fast. when all else fails, I look within me. neither you nor myself could believe what I see.
I see it now as if it were today, memories of color in black and grays. Do you see my eyes and feel the pain, pressed like i.v.'s in your veins. You bullshit your friends, ill bullshit mine.
you're the home I've been dying to make and the heart I've been dying to take..
in a world full of beauty, we focus on dark. if the world was an ocean, then id be a shark. metaphorically of course, for I am gentle at heart. my words are my weapons, which tear pages apart.
it's been a week, I've lost my touch. my writings bleak, I've tossed my crutch. my mind has leaked, it's frost and mush. I'll plant this seed, it cost too much..
I can not wait for the day, falls lips will kiss the leaves. the smell of autumn in the air, the colors changing in the trees. the hikes to places, far and low, the landscape I perceive.
take a dose of my mind, your thoughts become altered. the days i excel, the seconds i've faltered. the hopes and the dreams, left alone at the alter. my words are my ropes, used to tie up the halter.
a pome about love, a poet fallen in it. it feels like falling upwards, from head to toes im spinning. a pome about love, the ups and downs that follow.
my mind is a fire, ignited by visions. sparked by desire, lined up with precision. here they remain, untill I make the decision. how far should I dig. how deep's the incision.
my writings are webs, which are woven by fingers. they're meant to exist, so my memories linger. i'll talk about good and touch base with bad. talk of times my feet strayed from the path.
i sit down inspired, by writings admired. passed down through the years, with passion desired. yet, it seems so much lately, i've been so uninspired.
i don't wanna hear all the bull shit lies you're talking. ive got my dirty little secrets, keep them nailed up in their coffins. six feet beneath the dirt, is where those mother fuckers sleep.
this is my film, but it's your scene. and it's your play, but it's my team. im having your thoughts, inside of my dreams. these nightmares, are filled with your screams..
let some in, it's not about self preservation. ...your trust shouldn't need a reservation. save myself and i've made my own salvation. shut them out, it's yourself you're disgracing.
i'm gonna some make mistakes, yeah trust me. i haven't yet found that master-key to my destiny... but i'm looking, i won't remain locked up. i'll change your life, now cheese it for the closeup.
these hard days upon us, i know they're gonna pass. they got you hoping, choking, knowing that some things can never last. they say the good die young, well i don't plan on going no where for a while.
so you think this shit is funny. i'll laugh it off, as you blow me. that's scratching off every phony ass liar, who's ever shown me. the reason why they lie's a distraction, because they're lonely.
through the eyes of the wicked, i have clearly depicted. a picture so vivid, shocked am i to have witnessed. i have seen the youth change, call them generation X.
Finding all the pieces, Underneath all of the rugs. Constantly provoking, Killing all that's left of love. Thoughts have turned dark, Hopes have drifted far away.
i just wanna take some time and write about the things i have. im thankful for it all, this world has shook my hand. ive found a bit of happiness, when i thought my heart was cold.
sometimes life, can just get you down. and push your fuckin' face into the cold dark ground. but what separates us from the others is one thing. having love and respect, now that's a strong thing.
im only another mile away, no that's not that far. grab a knife and cut these grounding ropes, set my goals up high and head for the stars. metaphorically of course, my dreams surpass the sun.
i just don't understand why all my days just start to bleed together. thinking of the time and all the ways we tried to be together..
they say a drunk mind, speaks a sober heart. ...well, i see a faint light, casting over dark. i've been sprinting for the finish. ...but forgot to start.
life's like a pitcher, constantly throwing curve balls. life's like a picture, constantly taking my breath away. life's like a pitcher, constantly keeping my cup half full..
have you ever tried to drive without a steering wheel. have you ever strived to survive without feeling real. ill always try to reach high, I know the ceiling will..