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Daniel Wetter Aug 2014
I look at you and see.

a person look at me,
unsure of what she’ll be,
she assumes her eyes deceive.

Won't listen to her vision
Misconception for a livin.
Her perception isn't vivid.
Opinions become twisted.

Confused but she believes
that she’s better as a we.

Singular is scarier,
than living life naive.

Oh the things she could achieve,
success and reach her dreams.

*But dreams start *inside that heart worn on your sweater sleeve
Daniel Wetter Aug 2014
I* don't have much to say...

Which is the hardest part of all.

The bigger the love
the farther I fall.

This is a stumble,
wont crumble at all.

Fumbled a bit
but recovered the ball.

You couldn’t look me in the eye
or try a goodbye?

You said that it’s too hard
and you know you would cry.

But what about me?
What if goodbye was a need?

You took it all away
with all of your greed.

And you know that it’s true,
it’s all about you.

If not,
then the tears,
will make their way through.

I don’t hate you,
but I'm starting anew.

**You took my goodbye so I bid you adieu.
Mines better :)
Daniel Wetter Jul 2014
Everyone*




Needs to hear that *it's going to be okay
sometimes.


And it **will.
You have it in you, to be what you imagine.
Daniel Wetter Jul 2014
I take this.
I take this god given brain that I love to hate to live with,
and think so hard.

So hard, that I can't turns into I didn’t...

...and never did.

And because of that.
Because of the insane way I chose to use my brain,
I never could.
I only can’t when I take away the opportunity.
Because it’s there.
And chances come and go.
Not always tangible,
but absolutely obtainable.
In a world where a word like freedom,
is waved in front of my face;
like a donkey, pulling a wagon,
walking towards the almost never worth it satisfaction,
of the carrot.
Told that the work, and struggle, is worth the Earth's crumble,
and that ***, is willing to bear it.
Daniel Wetter Jun 2014
Balanced*
on the *fence

of common sense
and my **insanity
Daniel Wetter Jun 2014
The way that I know, you're knowing me.
Was the older me.
That old is over, see.
There's a few mistakes god needs to oversee.
I’ve done such bogus things.
I repent in the words of my poetry.
Refocusing.
The direction of a reflected
soulless me.
Misguided and couldn't hide it,
I wasn't fighting,
the vices holding me,
back
and whats sad is that these manic laughs,
as ecstatic as they come,
stem from the fact
that I'm feeling like crap
sad sap, too fast to play dumb
sad-sack ,
trapped rat
thats numb to the things that once would make me run.
Rock bottoms not a problem for my partna
who’s drug drama and habits are this fun.
These rhymes that I've designed inside my witty mind
redefine what is brand new.
The reflection of perfection,
the best is my profession,
and the rest belongs to you.
The professors teaching lessons,
of transgression in repressive,
unimpressive
back road routes
perspective is subjective but
effective in selection
and reflection of the truth.

Truth.
Daniel Wetter May 2014
This spoken word...
Is chosen words...
As soon as i speak up,
those choices heard.
But if i were to meek up,
those choices blur.
Frozen by the fear of an unknown turf.
What does it mean?
Does mean that I'm scared?
Or that i don’t care?
Or that education and support are not there?
Never meant to be demean,
and cause a bogus affair.
But what isn't bogus,
when you look in the mirror?
Too old not to know this
Too young not to care
No knowledge on topics,
but I’ll comment with flair.
If I say the wrong thing,
in just the right light.
Maybe the others,
just wont push and fight.
We turn the other cheek,
as we call it polite.
We wait,
and we hope,
while we cope with our life.
Every one of us does it,
we feel love and we fight.
We all make mistakes,
but take ours as alright.
And theirs is so bad?
The care that we have,
wouldn’t dare to see past,
the color of skin.
Orientation,
is less of a statement,
it’s love and thats basic,
don’t hate with no basis.
You're not born with the hate,
its a great instillation.
Don’t act like its fake,
or go about face it.
You can’t just erase the past or say you've misplaced it.
Accept.
Don’t reject.
Show respect, and embrace it.
Lets go create,
and love with persuasion.
I just cant wait, for
a hate free oasis.
Too much is at stake,
for us to stay blameless.
Enough of the shame,
trust we’re destined for greatness.
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