Life is that of death its self,
the irony is the reason for the confusion so many feel.
death in many form is just a suffering to an end,
but life is a suffering of its own kind.
that is reality which you cannot bend,
so I stumble through life blind.
but let me enlighten you,
the sky is blue,
the trees ……
Words are crossing my mind like dust in the wind
I approach to the table and grab my pen
Letters fall to pieces before my eyes
Shattering all my thoughts like sand grains
The creator of a twenty six letter alphabet is sinned
When you’re the only thought from one to ten
Words against feelings stand still paralyzed
As I write ……
I heard you were stressed
So, I’ve come to impress.
That, There’s no need to be depressed.
Just think of it as a success.
Sure, it may be tiring,
But it’s only for a little while.
Soon you’ll find someone hiring –
So just sit back and smile.
If you find it hard,
I’m just right here,
Ready to stand guard,
over that precious cheer
I have this tightening knot
That grinds me to a halt.
Surely, all hasn’t been for naught
Like i’ve made some fault.
I expected too much,
rather too soon.
I dreamed of your touch,
instead I found your beautiful croone,
It brought me down to a lagoon.
For the first time,
I was cold and dreary,
Because of your chime.
So here i rhyme,
Trying to remain ……
Life wasn’t going well.
It was all but swell.
I wanted it all to end.
All I wanted was a friend.
I had heard of the Devil and his deals.
I thought he’d understand how it feels.
I pleaded with him for a good life.
Without knowing it would cause me strife.
I made a deal with the Devil.
Hoping in my life ……
Life ain’t always what it seems
The saying is what goes up must come down..except self esteem..
And look at you, look at how u turned out
How ur feelin, what’s your life about..
Notice any changes? Peepin all the phases?
Where’s the sweet girl, shy girl
The “where she at girl”
What a turn, what a kick flip to your world
Whenever you’re feeling down,
or have the urge to frown.
Just take a peek at me,
and wait for the glee.
For you see;
Things may be tough,
or maybe even a little rough;
but it’ll never be enough,
to make you eat that sweet stuff.
You’re diet aside;
always keep in mind,
i’ll be here to provide
laughter of a certain kind,
even when you’re old ……
Million voices muffle, slowly fade out.
You rid yourself of fear and doubt.
Crawling up to that dark place.
Red hot knuckles bruise your face.
Scarlet fluid spills on your shirt.
Drops of sweat wash off the dirt.
Animal instincts set in motion,
Seeing survival as the only notion.
Deafening thud – as carcass hits the ground.
You kneel, you hold his head ……
Long golden hair, beautiful eyes, a heart so generous, it always supplies…She often “hides” behind a disguise, she does all of this, to no-ones surprise…Laughing & joking to hide the pain, but the tears inside are to to constrain…Many years of abuse, has made her cold, the constant neglect has taken hold…
Here’s a letter,
from me to you.
Things get better.
If you always remember,
not to be blue,
just push through.
Start with a laugh,
on my behalf.
Or a giggle will do,
maybe with a piece of fondue.
I write to cheer,
So, won’t you smile?
Even for a little while.
Just be sincere,
and everything will be clear.
I hope there’s a grin on your face,
please, anything ……
Something hidden deep inside, the center of your stare.
Who’d of thought you’d let it hide, almost out of fear.
You knew back then, the time would come, to listen to this near.
Each and every loved one, you’ve gathered through the years.
You can take the time and ponder, and bask in what’s to come.
Each of you ……
I got so much of my own…
Can’t walk away from all i have known…
Darkness crawl under my skin, tripping on thrones…
Black birds circles over dusty broken bones…
Am running to see how i would do..!
Without you without how i used to do..!
Lightening strikes still the darkness prevails..
Over the grey trees as Sun fades..
So I hold ……
Haze surrounding pale cold faces…
Borrowed faith tied by blinding laces…
Marking ends leaving hollow frames…
Feeding obsession with illusive games…
I can’t hold on against hard questions…
Spawned by your hateful concessions…
Giving all of it, leaving out chunks in my head…
Dissolving, devouring a man long dead…!
Ain’t my sorrow enough,
Trust me I’m not pulling a bluff,
See I want these little chimes that chime lively,
Oh little chime that vibrates my mind,
You don’t sound the same,
Now your sound is plain,
Beaten down like a lame,
But still I remain,
Even though the picture is totally painted in dark purples and red,
Instead of green, yellow, ……