Every night before sleep
I want to say
Whatever happens tomorrow
At least we've had today
Out Of The LinesYou can’t hear all the words
That still run through my mind
As I spin with the Earth
Falling out of the lines
I can’t colour inside
When there’s so much to see
So I’m damaged by pride
As it colours through me
Still you can’t see the way
That my words want to bleed
Like you can’t see the breaks
That still have yet to be
Gold / FeathersHollow homes with broken dreams
Where fallen angels gather
Where silent sounds and shattered screams
Still hunt for one another
It was a house of heavens own
Where gilded children lay
A place that restless souls called home
Following their final days
But golden skin and feathered backs
Can not of peace restart
With final steps in fiery traps
This place is bound unto their hearts
The PeopleYou let everything fall
Like it’s what you believe
While the writings on walls
You take time not to read
While we’re all standing tall
And we’re lining the streets
You hide out in the stalls
Scared your pockets might bleed
As it all comes around
To the paper you own
With silences sound
The only one that you know
But we’re still speaking out
Though we fall like the snow
We’ll set fire to towns
As our own voices grow
'Cause the people have power
And it won’t ever fade
It just grows every hour
As you feed it with rage
Not a soft spring time shower
It’s a torrential rain `
As bureaucracy cowers
We still fight through the pain
Opening Paragraph - New WIPI always imagined my suicide note would be beautiful and tragic. I thought it would be more than a note, more than a letter, even. I thought it would be a delicately admired piece of literature, like an ancient relic in clumsy hands. The reality of the matter, however, did little more than attract everyone’s attention to just how generic my reasons for wanting to sign out early were. I’d been nothing more than a sheep for my entire life. Following the herd and being pushed this way or that by an unruly bitch. I’d followed the trends and the fads, always hoping that I was trying just enough to enable my constant position under the radar to continue on. Even in trying to kill myself I’d somehow followed the trend, asphyxiation and pills were out, but cutting was in. People were cutting themselves for all kinds of reasons, and I was but a face in the crowd. However, I needed - like a select few did - to go deeper than a cut. I needed to feel it all rushing away; th
PathsYou've been waiting for angels to give you your wings
Simply walking in circles trying to get to a win
Killing all of your trees just to count through the rings
As you struggle to find what it is that you bring
'Cause you want to be special and you want to be more
As you watch those around you stand up just to fall
And the fear's working in from the world to your core
As you carry on forward in an unnoticed war
They all hold your hand till you need it the most
When you're standing on cliffs on the crumbling coasts
As you wonder what came from the words that you wrote
Did they fix all the lives and the hearts that you broke
And your paths crossing over and wandering back
To the over familiar and soul crushing track
Now the sun's coming up but it's coming up black
When you can't find your way the World starts to attack
You've been stumbling, fumbling through worlds in the dark
And all the pages you need are torn up into parts
Now you know all you need is the smallest of sparks
But it sti
ReignGet it beautifully wrong taking it day by day
Swinging free back and forth and I can't find my way
I still can't see the traps 'cause I'm stuck in the haze
Taking baby steps back from the progress I made
And I'm building the walls for my very own cage
So afraid I can't leave but still scared I can't stay
Now they're circling me and I'm stuck in this place
And they're chopping trees down just to get better aim
So I set myself down in the dry of the earth
And I'm asking myself how I'll make this thing worse
I am hearing the sirens like I'm seeing the hearse
As the rain starts to fall and it's feeding my thirst
I can't help but ignore all the things that I've learnt
And although I must go what I've got to do first
As the blood starts to fall and I feel how it hurts
I will douse the whole ground till it's ready to burst
I will take the light out for a forrest of flames
As they all flail their arms searching for who to blame
Because now it's my turn to stand up and take aim
Through the blur
This is WarI look out the window,
what is gone is lost,
never to return again.
Yesterday's joys are replaced with doom,
as I set out to meet the gloom.
I dress in my armor,
uncomfortable and needed,
to survive and stay alive.
My hair is tied in a ponytail,
swinging to and fro,
determined to never let go.
My face is war paint,
mouth set hard,
eyes looking forward.
“War paint” dribbles down my face,
offering me confidence and grace.
Lastly I put on shoes for escape,
adding to the the paint and cape.
It curves on my foot, protecting and saving,
the way out of harms way.
I turn to the door,
sighing and moaning,
but I head to the portal of war...
once again, always, forever.
NarniaOne childhood I had, but truthfully two;
Nay, more than two worlds were my dwelling place.
For every book I inwardly flew
To lands much impressed and never erased
From the light in my heart, writ on my face
And etched in my soul with a lock and key--
And every book opens them for me.
Sea slanderThey cut all my trees
just as coarse as they please
Hack my limbs into boards
These dark wannabe lords
Nail the boards into ships
and they go on their trips
Seek another man's treasure
yet another man's
What could draw people
away from their Love
What power or
from a crooked
Or one leaf
that makes others
Sunset so red
it cannot be
Or a fool
Sameness or DifferenceIt's okay to be different,
what makes the earth spin around?
Your courage, strength, ingenuity,
builds from the power within
I told you once that it would be boring,
if all minds were the same,
if all souls were same in purity,
if all hearts pulsed as one...
No one would be unique, beautiful,
precious in their own way.
No one would find opportunities,
marking on their pathways.
Future days would become today..
“What about easier?”
If difference helped the earth spin,
would sameness make it stop?
Would sameness break the devices,
that prevents the gripping vices?
To some, it would never happen,
but to those who differ disagree.
Because saving the human race,
is something that is hard to reach with grace,
above what we could do and achieve,
with forces besides us at a steady pace..
Dating AgencyWe met online
And for a time
There was no sign
That you’d be mine
But can that change
Can we re-arrange
That age-old stage
And move off page?
Poem - Ignorance and DivinityIgnorance and Divinity
Poem for Day 89 – 201412201
I live my world in ignorance,
a personal point of view.
The world laughs and cries while I stand by
in my revelry of forced solitude.
Others tell me about you,
their words are poison dipped.
They struggle with ignorance worse than I,
their agenda is tinged with hatred glimpsed.
My world is so limited:
Intellectual and personal emotions combined.
I imagine what you thinking:
flawed constructs of worlds divided.
Your emotions are a cipher
as I project my feeling to you.
How can I really know the world
when I don’t know you?
Your sharing is very brave.
Your sharing is a gift to me.
You share your world, your pain and joy,
frank statements of life’s domain.
It is too easy to hide here
while the world cries on.
You remind me of my place
here in the circle of souls.
My fairy tales are dispelled,
the illusions are dispersed.
In your sharing we do connect,
seeing each others minds and souls.
You are perfectly yourself