tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26157021967983621992024-02-20T21:26:28.486-05:00unspoken pain and prosea letter to you,
sincerely,
mankindUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger21125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2615702196798362199.post-78637950377718759662012-05-21T12:13:00.001-04:002012-05-21T12:13:16.484-04:00tip to tipback away
not today
today is not the day
why do you ask?
what do you want?
don’t you see?
im trying really hard
to put up this front
my performance
youre going to ruin it
my show
is going to end
don’t ask me if im ok
because I might tell you
and then,
then it will all be over
from the tips of my toes
to the tip of my nose
i will fall
fall apartUnknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2615702196798362199.post-24024672663212057212012-04-10T17:01:00.001-04:002012-04-10T17:01:01.079-04:00Blindwe go through every day blindly
we try to act kindly
to everyone we meet
but then comes along
that lark who ruins
the swan's song
and all we feel is grief
we yell out in pain at the disharmony
but blarmy, blarmy
what to do
about our little swan song
but to simply find another
all we see is the ugly duckling
who hates everyone he meets
what to do
about his pain
but we never think
all we see Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2615702196798362199.post-34916337834010613612012-04-10T16:59:00.003-04:002012-04-10T16:59:59.417-04:00sweatnumbers swim before my eyes
as i listen to these banker's lies
as he tells me what to do
tells me i must be true
and all i can think is
what about you?
are you always true?
for we live in a world of hostility
they're all out to get people like you and me
people at the bottom of the tree
people who are well aquanted with
that seemingly never ending hostility
people who get by on them rich folk's Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2615702196798362199.post-32047769617885935382012-04-10T16:59:00.001-04:002012-04-10T16:59:14.258-04:00darknesswhy is it we get lonely?
its as if we cant light our own sky,
we need that other face
to serve as our sun
but why?
are we creatures so needy for love
as to suffer as we do
without that one?
but why is it?
why is night sky not enough
i have a few stars in my sky
yet still no sun
i miss that light
but for me,
its only darkness i seeUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2615702196798362199.post-27908309119960066052010-09-18T13:50:00.002-04:002010-09-18T13:50:31.152-04:00bluesthe blues take me down
to the south street
sucks the soul
right out of my
bones
takes all the tap
from my lively
toes
gives me no reason
to hide
gives me every reason
to lieUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2615702196798362199.post-58930616682682609642010-09-14T16:26:00.002-04:002010-09-14T16:26:34.192-04:00Monstermy mind whirls
my hand shakes
fear envelopes my soul
panic flashes across my face
giving me away
now others are panicked
running in a frenzy
trying to get away
Away from what?
what is scary?
I see no monster
I see no stranger
no guns
no bombs
What is it?
Then I start running
Running, Running
People ahead of me run
faster, run harder
trying to get away
Then I catch a glimpse
in a window of Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2615702196798362199.post-4588549354466474472010-09-10T15:29:00.002-04:002010-09-10T15:29:45.219-04:00Unspokendoesnt matter who feels it, someone does.
thats what poetry is.
the words left unsaid.
the thoughts we think late at night
...as we lie in bed
waiting for sleep to claim us
and take us away
make us feel the night and forget the day
then in the morning, we wake again
as the night slips quietly away
hoping for not another poetic day
full of words left unsaid
feeling left unspoken
doors left wide Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2615702196798362199.post-52670796668853401052010-09-10T15:26:00.004-04:002010-09-10T15:26:37.776-04:00Burdensi dont want to be a burden
to keep you from running
but you see
its not my insanity
i have no legs with to run
no way to get out of this dump
so could you be so kind
as to give me a ride?
i dont care to where
just get me outta hereUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2615702196798362199.post-29584502426937924652010-09-10T15:26:00.001-04:002010-09-10T15:26:14.603-04:00Quietthe quiet is so very nice sometimes,
you know
the constant tick of a clock
stilled
the hum of a radio,
silenced
its a strange thing,
quiet
does strange things to your soul
somehow makes the world less col
a strange glow is cast over one's sight,
so that even the darkest night can seem
so very bright
its a strange thing,
quiet
does strange things to your soul
or so i've been toldUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2615702196798362199.post-52008758847693889882010-09-10T15:25:00.003-04:002010-09-10T15:25:57.616-04:00Open your armsit's like I have a shield around me, none can see me. I don't bite, my heart is open. then why do you tip-toe around like I'm the reason you're broken? I'm not some stranger, not from outer space. I like to hold hands as much as the next girl on wih the prettier face. I'm not made of stone, but my eyes are as old as the earth. I'm not conflict-prone, but I'm not one who is easily hurt. I wish youUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2615702196798362199.post-39487079537641258392010-09-10T15:25:00.000-04:002010-09-10T15:25:25.609-04:00just a storythere once was a girl who was lost in a world that was as deep as the big blue see.
she asked a whale for a ride to the sail but was denied of anything.
there once was a boy who had lost his toy in the great dumpster of the world.
he asked a rat is he knew where its at but was denied of anything.
there once was a man who lived atop a huge sail and could see things for miles around.
though he Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2615702196798362199.post-53371874375900620332010-09-10T15:23:00.000-04:002010-09-10T15:23:05.984-04:00May your heart die slowlyhere I am
once again
digging through
the chocolate wrappers
of missing you
looking for what we had
wishing it hadn’t ended so bad
wishing that you weren’t all I had
wishing I were all you had
but I guess im glad
Im not living a lie
I can see clearly,
I can see that fake smile
that used to be my sun, my sky
so step away
get out of here
I don’t want to smell her perfume
I don’t want the stink of Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2615702196798362199.post-41619095311399625632010-08-22T15:53:00.000-04:002010-08-22T15:53:47.342-04:00BackI find myself reaching for your hand beside me
even when youre not there
I find myself running my fingers through my hair
wishing they were your gentle hands instead
your voice moves like a breeze through my dreams
and I wake up expecting to see you there beside me
when it rains I can feel your lips on mine
and every raindrop on my face sends me back in time
back to you
everything leads back to Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2615702196798362199.post-42018133879245992532010-03-10T14:35:00.001-05:002010-03-10T14:37:29.588-05:00"justified"Storm Hogan they tell me its ok to not do as wellto be a little behindbut its not okeven if they tell me that i'm "justified"there is no excuse forlessthan yourbesti have not done my bestyetno,my time has not comebut it will.and when it does,no one willknowno one will knowthat i could have been "justified"written with a sick bodya sick heartand astrong mindi wrote this because i was recently Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2615702196798362199.post-5092110430693902832009-10-28T23:14:00.000-04:002009-11-01T12:00:54.466-05:00less bluemy tears feeding unwanted fearseverywhere i go i get unwanted jeersmy world is slowly falling apartand thats not even the worst partyour not heretoo much to saytoo much to dotoo many thingsi cant say to youand that isnt evenquite why im feeling so bluei really do miss youit used to beyou were only with mebut then therewas herand sheand it wasnt us anymoreit wasnt only my tearsthat were dropping Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2615702196798362199.post-56560659660979552902009-10-06T20:48:00.003-04:002009-10-06T20:48:57.652-04:00she doesnt feel that waytry and tell her shes prettyshe doesnt know what to sayso she gives a sad smileand turns the other wayshe doesnt feel that waytry to tell her shes niceshe thinks its a viceso she walks awayits beed abad daytry to offer comfortand supporta hug or twoshe doesnt know what to doso she tries to help youa sad life it must bealways thinking of the other, never for mebut she seems to be oin alrightshe Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2615702196798362199.post-21109306203514159772009-10-06T20:48:00.001-04:002009-10-06T20:48:35.386-04:00The Caloused HandLet me tell you a story about a pen in a calloused hand. Word of the heart spilled across the page in its thick black ink that was made by another we has a sister and a brother just like you or me but my story started high in a tree about a young boy with no family. He writes he plays he wonders and dreams but is really no different from you or me. The words he writes flow just like any other Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2615702196798362199.post-30120943682158699892009-10-06T20:47:00.001-04:002009-10-06T20:47:13.316-04:00A letter to my friendsto all of those of you out therewho care enough to seemore than whats at the surfacemore than the visible mei thank you for your kindnessbut its time to move alongthere is no show to see herejust an experiment gone wrongno spectacle to be shownno talent to alighton this stage you put upnothing,not even a fightim not what they expectedim not what they wanted to showso move alongthere is nothing toUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2615702196798362199.post-58966988399192057322009-10-06T20:46:00.005-04:002009-10-06T20:46:52.641-04:00a princethere once was a princewho live in a faraway land<?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" />if he is so richthen why is he so sadi’ll tell you whyits cause his whole life is plannedhe’s to marry abeautiful lady from a nearby countrytheir to be king and queen somedayrulers on the thronebut he’s in love with anotherone who doesn’t matter, one who’s just a droneshe Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2615702196798362199.post-20978766668875586242009-10-06T20:46:00.001-04:002009-10-06T20:46:27.008-04:00there once was a womanthere once was a womanwhose face was oldand body was young<?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" />none could guess her ageexcept for oneso he took her awaypromised to love her night and daylet her dream of babiesand marriageand big white horsespulling big white carriagesbut soon this great lovebegan to decayand that fine manhe ran awayand all because her face Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2615702196798362199.post-83215175300945668452009-10-06T20:42:00.000-04:002009-10-06T20:43:05.721-04:00my shadow is cast upon the wallyou glance upand dont seem to care at allas i enter the roomeven after all we went throughim just a ghost to youeven as i pass you byi dont get a glance, a smile, not even a hithen i take the hand of my current manand earn a glareis that about all you care?and yet nothing else mattersthe glass in your hand falls andshatterseven after all we've been throughim just a Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0