build it up
just to watch it fall
the time you spent
just to lose it all
left on your knees
fists full of sand
sitting exhausted
cant even stand
reflection loses value
each and every day
looking in disgust
as it eats you away
just left with nothing
after all youve been through
left with this pain
and memories she gave you
my writing/poetry
Sunday, September 19, 2010
Feel The Music
feel the music
relate to the sound
study the lyrics
until meaning is found
let it consume you
devour you whole
giving you wisdom
let it take control
music is feeling
captured, controlled
appreciate music
and the meaning it holds
relate to the sound
study the lyrics
until meaning is found
let it consume you
devour you whole
giving you wisdom
let it take control
music is feeling
captured, controlled
appreciate music
and the meaning it holds
Thursday, September 16, 2010
An Eye For An Eye
we cry over a plane
those faces with no name
and we support our military
as our country does the same
different standards for our dead
while respecting the unknown
assuming of their innocents
because they are our own
an eye for an eye
and a tooth for a tooth
were already blind
and refusing the truth
those faces with no name
and we support our military
as our country does the same
different standards for our dead
while respecting the unknown
assuming of their innocents
because they are our own
an eye for an eye
and a tooth for a tooth
were already blind
and refusing the truth
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
Fragile Like Glass
fragile like glass
your words like a stone
these blinds i keep closed
leave me dark and alone
walls built to protect
the feelings within my core
locked inside myself
from pain iv felt before
so use to this shelter
wont let people in
wanting myself to trust
but unsure where to begin
your words like a stone
these blinds i keep closed
leave me dark and alone
walls built to protect
the feelings within my core
locked inside myself
from pain iv felt before
so use to this shelter
wont let people in
wanting myself to trust
but unsure where to begin
Sunday, September 12, 2010
To Love Is To Hate
loving this intensity
hating the confusion
love is mixed emotions
maybe love is an illusion
its like im in a trance
im hating this control
cant stop these feelings
engulfed within my soul
hating to love
but loving that hate
loving the person
you hate to relate
some call it love
and some call it fate
what have i learned?
to love is to hate
hating the confusion
love is mixed emotions
maybe love is an illusion
its like im in a trance
im hating this control
cant stop these feelings
engulfed within my soul
hating to love
but loving that hate
loving the person
you hate to relate
some call it love
and some call it fate
what have i learned?
to love is to hate
Friday, September 10, 2010
Ghost Wave
time remains frozen
as your hand glides through the air
your just ignored
as they pretend your not there
your left embarrassed
and you try not to stare
you just play it cool
and pretend not to care
like a ghost your unseen
out of sight, out of mind
as their back turns to you
ignored and left behind
like a rogue in the dark
you want to disappear
away from reality
and the emotions you fear.
as your hand glides through the air
your just ignored
as they pretend your not there
your left embarrassed
and you try not to stare
you just play it cool
and pretend not to care
like a ghost your unseen
out of sight, out of mind
as their back turns to you
ignored and left behind
like a rogue in the dark
you want to disappear
away from reality
and the emotions you fear.
Thursday, September 9, 2010
Religion Is Obscene
belief in something unseen
faith in something unclean
desire for something obscene
morally insane
mentally restrained
emotionally drained
physically nothing gained
crutches are for the weak
for those afraid to speak
answers they refuse to seek
your god is like a creek in the floor
it may make a sound but nothing more
faith in something unclean
desire for something obscene
morally insane
mentally restrained
emotionally drained
physically nothing gained
crutches are for the weak
for those afraid to speak
answers they refuse to seek
your god is like a creek in the floor
it may make a sound but nothing more
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