These ways, I wonder where they lead,
As doubt scatters and takes seed...
Beauty is broken, love repulsed,
Fate looked on as man convulsed.
Ashes return and turn into tears,
Days lost in these few years;
The darkness spells impending doom,
As He weaves with his bloodstained loom.
Water be still, oceans be calm,
Fire hold me in your flaming palm,
Air take my soul from this land.
Earth - this body shall rest in your sand.
Sometimes, you just can't stay down. You're not allowed to. I have my friends to thank for that :)
Sometimes, you care too much about someone, who doesn't care about you at all. That really hurts.
Sometimes, you have to stop caring about someone who doesn't care about you, or when you can't afford to. That hurts even more, like someone's crushing your chest from the inside.
Sometimes, you can listen to a few songs, and start smiling or crying. Thats something you laugh about later when you regain your senses.
Sometimes, you prefer pillows to real people. That's really pathetic.
Sometimes, you're so desperate for affection that you'll sell your soul for a bit of it. That's plain stupid.
Sometimes, you get nightmares in bright light, and only the darkness can soothe you. That is rather disturbing and chilling.
Sometimes, you'd rather be ripped up with a knife than feel whatever it is you're feeling at the moment. You wish someone could do that to you. That's self-destructive and suicidal.
Sometimes, you want to sleep, but are too afraid to. You're afraid of losing control over your thoughts and your mind. That's insanity.
Sometimes, I talk too much. That's why I'm a moron :)
Soft, tranquil, meaningful, beautiful,
Is what a poem should be,
Not harsh, dull or hoplessly long:
The way your life you see.
You think to yourself-
The world's got frivolity AND misery;
But how, into your poem, can you
Bring something you never feel- serenity?
Your mother tells you to calm down,
Advising you to express your creativity
In the ways of Wordsworth, Keats and Ezekiel;
All they speak of is beauty and tranquility!
You are supposed to be different,
Not the way the world wants you to be.
You are to be that unique woman
Who's capable of preserving her sanity.
How, then, can you write a good poem
With levelheadedness and equanimity,
When the world around you is going crazy?
Well, you can write that poem without me!!
Sometimes…
Miracles occur when darkness ends
Some special person, lover, friend –
A light at the endless tunnel’s end.
Sometimes…
Life plays magick tricks on you
The world is dark, life is blue;
God sends help, you get through.
Sometimes…
My mind’s adrift, my soul is lost,
Nights are misery, days overcast;
Get through it: it’s all in the past.
Sometimes…
The winds, they change, from frisky to foul;
A work of art, twisted – God’s mural.
The skies clear, sun shines, rains fall.
Sometimes…
Everything goes as I had planned –
Another time, another day, another land…
I grasp my life in the palm of my hand.
When everything else in the world goes wrong:
No hope nor love, cheer nor song;
When there’s no one who cares to help –
That is when you turn to yourself.
Our minds, our thoughts move god’s hands
Like paltry winds that shift Sahara’s sands.
You are what you want to be;
As you sow, so you reap.
There is the man who says that, “If
I know not how, how may I live?
Nor will I try to – yet, I shall grow,
But off the sweat of another’s brow.
To carry the burden of one who feeds
Off your blood, ignoring your needs;
Cast him out so he may learn
To fall, then stand- to toil, and earn.
Mistakes you’ve made, purgatory you’ve faced.
Today, be better than what you’ve been.
Dream of what you cannot imagine;
Tomorrow be greater than what you’ve seen.
