Mentality
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I remember the smell.
His hand against my mouth
The dirt and grease
That will always be lodged in my memories
Sweet treachery on a night of drought,
And no, I did not see the billow coming.
I held no thirst or thoughts about
The sounds of soft waves drumming.
The body we live in, is not what matters
but the spirit and mind of what we gather.
Shape and size is not what we should rely,
but our inner personality and strengths in ones eyes.
Nor our own looks or disguise,
Can you hear me?
Are you listening?
Good.
I just need to say thank you
Impossibly high social standards,
Cookie cutter people
Who try to force me
Into a cookie cutter shape -
A simple square,
I wanna float on Lighter fluid,
I want to watch the fire dance around me,
I want to be lighter fluid,
Cause the mess I'm in is heavy.
Life doesn't slow down,
Won't slow down for anyone.
Deep, Dark, Consuming,
Out of reach to others.
Thinking, searching, not finding,
the answers that are needed.
There is only one place,
trustworthy, safe, and unknown.
Your mind is yours,
Black, transparent, blue or red,Fancy, yes they are, for heaven's sake.Strange it is to see you stare,O' Common!
Imagine this huge castle- and in this castle, you’re the king. Or a queen or whatever. But there’s nobody to serve you- and yet you’re happy to be alone and rule a world entirely your own.
Mad, sad, glad,
is always the right time for Chocolate.
I am the flavor of all love,
of all rejoice, and all morn.
I give people the fulfilling feeling in their tummies
"Pursue your dreams!" chippered voices encourage as mine pleads for guidance,
"Just do what you love."
Easier said than done in a restless world where every tune is heard except the one within.
I'm no good with poetry
as it's an art that is felt
rather than seen.
I'm not one for feeling.
I'd rather stare at my ceiling
and not feel much at all.
Locked in a Cage where the walls aren't there
Free to roam the roads but they all lead nowhere
Always walking to find
Where the Butterfly roams
I am homeless though I have a home.
I have never spent a night at my permanent address.
It is my mom’s house, but not my home.
I am homeless though I have a home.
I have a room on campus;
Why do I feel so alone
yet I steadily push people away
I say what I feel at the moment
yet don't mean what I say
in my heart
But my world is ripping apart
from everywhere and everything
When your vision distorts
And ragged breath is the only audible sound
Ears are pouring out discrimination
Because for once, twice, or more they can no longer be chided
No one knows what to expect at birth.
I didn’t choose this life, life choose me
It's just meant to be.
No one can choose,
I had to learn to adapt
It was either that, or end up on my back.
Who would’ve known that three little letters
could screw you up?
It’s like a mad scientist
grabbed you from behind,
took out your brain
and injected it with steroids
Who am I to accuse and judge a life?
So many find pleasure in judging mine
Dealing with so many different kinds of strife
Fighting hard to find a little peace in time
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I’m supposed to be different. Evil and much darker. Traits that seem absent. In this bitter but sweet disaster. With genes like these, My fate nearly sealed. Lonely and furious, Rotten and concealed. Apple of his eye, From deep trampled fear. Does
The words envelope me,
Comfort me,
Free me,
And let me speak without saying a word.
Each sylabl ringing,
clearing my mind,
and rolling off my tongue
with every annouciation.
bounding on the river, while I had my thoughts
about "Where I Lived, and What I Lived For"
a summer and a winter life;
its fogs from frosts in the spring,
In my dreams,
I awake from reality ,
And escape to my fourth dimension,
Where I find peace and clarity,
And run away with good intention.
In my dreams,
No one can stop me,
Fantasy…Reality
All the world is a stage
And all the people the actors
All the world is a game
And all the people the players.
