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Some people change because of pain, for better or worse, We all possess a light side within us and dance in it in the best of times
The lights fall And my eyes turn inward, watching As bits of pieces of fantasy turn to Mist. Credits roll, and I am reminded of A time when I could believe that this
::Build me a home of stone and dustLight up the fire with roses and lust//Lay me a bed of feathers and cloudsSing me a song of the torn and the vowed//Show me dissenters with rocks in their slings
I had to let it go.. I had to let it go because i picked it back up. Stuck in my pain, It ripped at my gut. Cutting my airway,
I've outgrown my church shoes And all my pencils are dull The world stops spinning when we are alone. Away from work, away from home.
A sentence ending However sad it may be Begins another
Last time around it was 25 to life this time around it's A New Life a new beginning Come on with me they gave me attempted murder aggravated assault with a deadly weapon
Up before dawn racing the sun to hope. Off the guiding path, where the shepherd will approach. Down in the dirt but no time for pain. Reach for desire or struggle On the lonesome journey, all are made humble;
Running the streets forever without a lesh they make us dogs. They have the low class citizens jumping for money like frogs. Protests are the usual you see them all the time isnt it obvious the media is using
Of all the people I have met over the years You seem to stick on my mind after a few beers You have a good head on your shoulders and a pure soul to your name I hope one day that I have the same
Every morning It all begins again Wake up with the memories Of yesterday Was it great or did you want it to end? It's all a cycle Everyday is the same Everyday is the same
On a good day: I wake up From a strange dream. Desperately replaying it in my mind, Over and over again, So as not to forget it, I feel Mom tickle my feet. "Wake up!" she says.
Long ago when my mother asked me "What do you like?" I replied "words, stories, and all things alike," This shook the poor woman in certain disarray For she did not expect me that to say
Change. Change. Change. The concept is so new. Yet I know you like an old friend. The kind of old friend that is always doing what she thinks is for the best. The kind that eventually gives up.
Like the leaves drift through the wind, They start from somewhere not knowing their end. Their frail fragil bodies supported by the air, Forgetting their burdens under its care.
Chocolate dew and melted rain. Putting all these illusions into a frame. Art that spoke to you. painting and then stamping your name. They call it science but it would not be fair game.
Building the building that builds my destiny starts from the foundation of my purpose. To discover is to recover to redirect the directions of my destiny.
Yeah it cant done or undone.. Its taking me to the way its cant be hidden..
*This poem is the first of a pair. It's partner is called "Potentially Perfect Poison.
My thoughts I cannot find
The hours tick by One by one The never ending dance twirling around the circular floor The years spin by Withering, decaying, and all the while New life begins Tick, tock, tick, tock
Butterflies, sweaty palms, a new embrace.
I have created and started activies before. This isnt new. My problem was never finishing. Im starting over to a new beginning. Everyone needs that once awhile in there lives.
Sunset settles on the east As the sky darkens Stars twinkle While tine slows downs Owls awaken Yet, birds fly south Heart beats And I stay still waiting waiting waiting
A change so exciting, so different, so new New Friends and Old Friends becoming few Parties, Football games, Laughs, The Insane
The grass ripples in the wind Revealing different shades Of colors lush. Look at the clouds, Their white plush. Like heavenly throw pillows. And then the sun, bleeding yellow.
Something I knew existed, but never tried; I was scared of the feeling its might stir inside; Fear of being judged, is what first comes to mind; But far is something I refuse to let linger in my mind;
I sit in the undying city surrounded by cement and concrete and metal. No one lives here, not really. They walk through their day alone, counting the living things they see On the fingers of two hands.
I met you once on the side of the road you were walking in no particular direction You said your name was wanderer and you were searching for an end At night you slept looking at your compass
The first time the light crosses the eyes of a new seed. A new breed that breathes the air of the diseased. Fall victum to the wonders of what life would be until actuality falls in between to help you realize how life could be.
to compare it to the first steps of a young calf doesn't do it justice. to say it's like the first flight of an eaglet, petrifying and liberating, doesn't begin to describe it.
Hello Beautiful Stranger I saw you again. And it felt like we were a thousand stars apart. Your eyes hold this delicate sadness, I feel like a wandering stranger, back at the start.
This painful Earth will soon no more exist Someone please accept my last dying cry I will vastly go but here is the twist
People said it would get easier . But its been 7 years now , since it happend .And honestly it seems to get harder each time . How could i been so slefish and stupid .
Lord out here, in the wide open. I seem to always have fear, but my heart you have woven. You have taken my broken, what seemed like dead life. You have awoken,
I love you, he saysHis lips tremblingA withered flower blooming againFrom the waste of our hot breath
Coming up to bind The troubles ahead will soon unwind. Ahead I go without a trace, Into the wilderness soon I will face. This is my time When life at its peak is sublime.
Tears stained the faces of the mourning as God cast a silent rain that dreadful day. Shoulders fell heavily under the weight of Death’s hand
I am the wind inside the star, I am the child seen from afar. I am the water which few can drink, I am the man who dares to think. I am the fire burns ever bright, I am the ancient, age-old might.
These last few years are filled with agony, Painful memories that fill my thoughts. I remember nothing but the bad, nothing of the good, No loving comments from my parents, Or thoughtful words from my peers,
It seems as though there is no end Just continuous beginnings and outlasting inbetweens Though we know the end must come, we stop and start again Measure the distances from here to there You can see the time passing
Who am I? Right now. I know, I know. But who am I, when the world turns dark? As I wander through this endless park? Am I me? Am I you? Do I love? Do I hate?