LetGo
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We know virtue of travelling light, let's practice that in life too
Lesser the baggage we carry with us better is our journey
Oftentimes we get hurt badly by those we loved and cared for
First off, lemme just say this is one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do
And least of all people, who would’ve thought it had to be to you.
You are the true definition of a ride or die
Sand
the golden beads of shore.
I'm with you
We hold on to one another
Without holding hands.
The sound of the sea reminds us of every second of romance we've had
Making it harder to let go
There are only
two types of fear
When the outcome is beneficial
and when the outcome is detrimental.
can't hear my own thoughts
can't feel my own hands
How come it's when we have control
indigestible being
that was the lesson--
you had to leave
they needed to
let you go
even though you thought of youself
as sweet
remember,
you too, were poison.
I watched us grow apart,
you found new joy.
Memories, pictures, and moments
I watched them be created.
Without me.
Because I love you.
We spent everyday together,
laughing.
Let go of the lies that have been told since birth
Let go of the yells that have been heard through walls
Let go of the memories that wonders your mind
Please, just tell me to let you go
All I want is you to be content with
Another, grow with them
Laugh with them
Speak about the future with
One another, share the warmth
Under the bed sheets at night
to be free is to set free but to be in jail is to suffer to learn a lesson, to be alone an fight on your own is to be brave to set someone free is to rescue to be free is to let go.. but before you let go you must say goodbye...
"I am here for you. All you have to do is call me." Words from a frivolous liar. I called, but you've never picked up. I text, but you've never shown interest in my struggles. So, why did you say that? People can't be counted on. Unpredictable.
I don't know what to do anymore
I don't know who to talk to anymore
I don't know how to love anymore
I don't know how to live anymore....because you're gone.
Funny Bones
Woke up on a Monday morning feeling wavy
Got dressed, grabbed my bag and got crazy
Started dancing, I got my groove on and felled down
Dropped to my knees and started laughing
My eyes keep burning
from what seems like one hundred hours
of staring into a dry wind.
That wind seems determined
to send my retinas into a drought.
It hurts to close them.
I don't really feel like writing today.
I'd rather be naked on the ground,
head-to-toe exposed,
so I could really think
and hear the pines rustle.
I would bury my sadness in a funeral mound
A filter
Nothing but a misconstrued version of normal light
Changing context from wrong to right
Take away this glass magnifying falsehoods and repressing flaws
Curling ashes. Flickering and flashes.
Searing heat. Thick smoke. I can't breathe. It stings my eyes.
The fire roars, stretching its jaws,
Its teeth clamp down on the walls.
This house
No one hears you crying when you're suffering in silence,
Covering your mouth, doing all you can to hide it.
I know you're not going to last long, trying so hard to fight it.
You ask me how I know?
I have left the world of lyrics for a time
My pain relives with every rhyme
Heartache infests my PTSD mind
Haunted by the ghost I’ve left behind
Peace is proving hard to find
Many times, I have heard of young girls and boys who,
All thanks to bullying,
Have committed suicide.
Why would people even try to ruin their lives?
Most of us victims were innocent.
The laughter in the distant
The sparkle in my eye
that day you never saw me
and I always wondered why
I looked for you all night,
but you never seemed to know
The sun sets
both high and low
Someone lets
Their lover go
The waters deep
And the birds high
It's a small leap
Maybe he'll fly
Darkness surrounds him
Turn on the radio
Max out the volume
Do you love this song?
That song speaks to you
On a level no one can ever imagine
Not the whole song but
Just that one line the artists says
The release of my emotions,
The movement of my soul,
The language of my heart,
Dance.
There are no limitations,
no expecations,
but only beautiful improvisations.
Let go, to feel
Stop.
Listen.
I demand your attention.
Stop!
I command you to listen.
Listen...
Shh...
Hear their tears
Of joy,
Of fear,
Of hurt they've held for years and years.
It’s all gone.
You took everything from me.
(Or did I take everything myself)
My family, my friends… They slipped away.
Vanished.
Under your mind games. You cost me my life.
My future.
Once more the storm is howling, and half hid
Under this cradle-hood and coverlid
My child sleeps on. There is no obstacle
But Gregory's wood and one bare hill
Whereby the haystack- and roof-levelling wind,
You mimic motions of joy, yet
I see you paralyzed by your pains.
You desperately try to silence your
tears yet I hear the erratic beating
of a heart hurled in agony.
As our ears experience the melodies of violins
We can't help but surrender and fall into a beautiful trance.
The cellos flow in, adding to the mind-numbing lullaby.
