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Lost

I’m swallowing this sadness

Licking the sweat off these bitter lips

I’m drowning in this crass-ness

Unsure of what’s next

I’m blinded by life

I’m struggling to see

I’m holding on to whatever

Seems closets to me

I’m digging in deeper

Plowing heels into dirt

Trying to stay upright

Just to avoid the hurt

So desperate to hold on

To whatever seems right

Life is just a mere eidolon

But it’s worth the fight

Just to give up

It would be so easy to go

Not sure if ill stick around

For the end of the show

I’m swallowing this sadness

Liking the sweat off these bitter lips

I’m drowning in this crass-ness

Unsure of what’s next

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Freedom

Come follow me

and you will see

how we can be

free.


(Poem by Frank Wang)

A stranger passes on the other side
He does not notice me
I notice him and turn away
We pass each other
The end.


Break Free

Why must we feel constrained

by the fabrics of our clothing?

by the confines of our home?

by the limits of our knowledge?

by the boundaries of our city?

Not me,

I say,

Break free!

Break free from these so called

limitations.

these so called ends.

create a new limit, a new end.

Become your own person,

and encourage your friends!

If each of you had one

new thought,

imagine the ideas we could have!

Don’t try to be me

and I won’t try to be you.

Create and reinvent yourself

make a new you,

the real you,

the true you.


Success by Rachel Forster

If I was successful would you put your arms around me

And remember the ways in which I’d changed your life?

Or would my success intimidate you?

Make you less likely to change the world?

 

Success will not ensure that you influence hearts

Nor guarantee you feel any more loved

The surprise truth is: to love equals success

 If you can accept who you are,

Whilst seeking to grow each day

And love others as their need is.

Then you have real success

 

You don’t need to be successful to have love

But you do need to love to be successful


Yes God?

If you look to God,

you might see,

there’s a plan for you

and a plan for me.

but for me and you

and you and me

who does he want?

what can we be?


Help

Save Me.

the walls are closing in.

Save Me.

from the demons that live within.

Save Me.

my mind begins to spin.

Save Me.

from this unfitting skin.

Save Me.

for they are whispering sin.

Save Me.

for my life is about to end.


Wasted ~

Like a newborn opening its eyes for the very first time

It comes upon me that I have been living blind

Walking, talking, breathing, but not opening my eyes

To the beauty I’ve been missing should be a crime

Like many before me, I try to rewind

All the hours I’ve wasted, all the wonders I missed

Obviously I should have taken more risks

But reality comes harsh in the mornings; I can never go back in time.


save me

sitting in the dark

waiting for the sun

that will never come

dreams turn to sand

slipping through your hands

the wind wiping wildly

through your long and unkempt hair

naked as a baby

dressed and gone to war

please somebody save me

from the shadows

outside my door


Finished?

I don’t know if I’m dumb

or just uninspired.

These poems used to

come to me.

Now they

Run from me.

Playing hooky.


undisturbed: dreaming

come to me easy

as i lay down tonight

make peace in my mind

as i sleep tonight

whether in a bed or on the streets

in a prison cot

or cold dirt floor

sleep will always cleanse the soul

and until sunrise

let me sleep in peace

undisturbed

dreaming

bliss

come to me easy

as i lay down tonight


Helping Hand

If you see me,

crying in the dark

don’t ask me where I’m from,

don’t ask me where I’ve been,

Just let me in.

If you see me,

begging on my knees

yelling “please, God, please”

with no answers to my pleas,

Just let me in.

Everyone has

some troubles in life.

Everyone has

some grief and strife.

Sometimes we need

a helping hand,

to bring us up

and help us stand.


Facade

fi i ma uoy

era uoy em

neht tahw era ew


Invisible (for the Forgotten and the Victims of Searing Injustice)

Nobody seems to care for

What cannot be Seen

But when I look into the Mirror,

I don’t only see Me and

It cannot be Clearer

that I am but a function of We.

No one can Decieve

Nor make me Believe

that my Mind is a Sieve

To make me Live as a Piece

of this Hideous machine

That turns it’s Insidious,

Vacant Engines

with it’s Darkly

Suicidal Intentions,

think not of those

Who Find others to Blame

but Seek the depraved

and Lose my own Name to

Leave the whole World

Decaying in Shame

and look up to the Stars

and Beyond the Tame

Cities broken Boondox

Terrestrial shattered

Civilized Paradox

The Things I See when the Lights go Out

Fascinatingly, Terrifying

It doesn’t matter, shut them Out

These ghosts in my Head

That I cannot get out

Titanic Mistakes which

I did make

and though my Life is Not empty

It’s still far from Full

Those who are Forgotten

my Soul still does Pull

closer ever to my Heart

Which is not One

But billions tied

To All who suffer and

All those who Cry

And When my Eyes are shut

I Still can see

The Victims right

In front of me

Those who are blind

and Narrow in Mind

never think to care

For whats Righteous or Fair

And if you’ve been to the bottom

Can you comprehend what’s on top?

Dark, red Blood on

a Long, cold Blade

and All of the Ghosts

Suddenly

Fade


Others

In deepest Night,

when all are asleep

is when they come,

up the flight

of shadow-stair

silent and fleet

Cloaked in black,

Quiet as the breath

of a slumbering child,

Down the Hall,

soundlessly gliding

Quietly

into the bed-chambers

of my family

And there they stand,

not breathing, sensationless

Diabolic yet infinitely patient

standing

staring from shadowed faces

no eyes but still they are watching,

in Deepest night

the clock reads three

I am awake, eyes squeezed

Shut

but

I know there is one standing,

and its

Looking

at me.


Stranger

Stranger to me

Stranger to you

When life means nothing

Are you really living

When you live to die

And love has no virtue

Are you alive

When death does not phase you

And the name Hades does not strike fear into your heart

Have you a soul

Neither sun nor moon

Or burning wound

You are a still a stranger to me

And I am a stranger to you


Is God for me?

God

What is God

Is God enough to save a soul

Damned to hell

Is God love

Is God the night sky

Or the dull light of dawn

As days go past

And time grows old

Does God sit upon a golden throne

Is God for everyone

Is God for me

I don’t think so

So don’t try to make me believe


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