Daylight 4U2C

Daylight 4U2C Feb 2014

I exist.

I am funny,
when you get to know me.
I am crying for you,
when your sun don't shine.
I am happy,
if your happy.
I am always going to try,
to be the person you want to find.
I am thinking about life,
in a way that's so abstract.
I am sleeping right when I get home,
I can promise you that fact.
I am wishing I weren't invisible,
and solitude wasn't my fear.
I am crying on my inside,
for someone to see me here.

Daylight 4U2C Feb 2014

I'm Trying To Be What You Want, But I'm Losing.

No one even knows I exist.
Why do I bother with this?
I must have lost my mind.
Or perhaps purposely left it behind.
Regardless,
I can't feel.
I can't care.
I can't recall when last my puzzle was together.
Maybe never.
I lost the will.
I lost the strength.
My weary eyes,
want to shut,
I say "no."
They cry "but."
My wavered heart,
wants to open.
I say "no."
It starts moping.
I feel like I'm a *****-up.
I feel alone.
I guess, maybe I'm not, but I feel so on my own.
My music,
wants me to smile on the inside,
I say "no."
It says "It's alright."
I say "no."
It says "don't cry."
I say "I'll try."
But the unavoidable passes my by.
I try.
I try not to die.
To stay alive.
To stay away from the darker side.
But I rarely cry.
I always sigh.
I'm losing my touch.
I'm saying goodbye.
I'm climbing the window sill.
Hear my last hymn.
I must bid everyone adieu,
and fall out of my skin.

Daylight 4U2C Feb 2014

Shadow Insides

Sleep.
Sleep child,
til' the light overpowers the darkness inside,
where I secretly cried.
I secretly tried,
but no one would guess,
and I never put my cards face up.
It's only ketchup.
Used to patch up,
the cut and scratch ups,
caused by the dull
of my pencil,
and my soul.
I fell,
but I dragged myself up again,
back into my daily skin,
and I'm that burden.
That one whose not fully there,
told by everyone, "you just don't care",
with a random shudder scare.
The words I despise you all think,
even the shrink,
and it drowns me to the sink.
I'm that disaster,
everyone's after,
maniacal laughter.
"Am I losing my mind?"
"Is this mind really mine?"
"Would dying be fine?"
I'm not so refined :)
I can see the things in perfect imagery,
things I don't want to see,
always worried everyone hates me.
I can't see,
I'm not me,
I'm not even a somebody.
Maybe inside is some other ghost,
I'm the host,
at my death let's just have a toast.
Til' death do we part,
take it as a new start,
buy the roses to my grave from walmart.
I didn't think I mattered anyways,
sleeping through these pass-me-by days,
my mind playing simon says.
I always secretly try,
but I am still I,
and now simon says ".....goodbye."

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Daylight 4U2C Feb 2014

Valentine Oh Valentine

Valentine oh valentine,
the sweetest wine,
a valentine.
Always mine,
my valentine.
To hug when I am, oh so bored.
Valentine oh valentine,
so calm; refined,
my valentine.
Never leave my mind,
my iridescent valentine.
Lest' you thus strick me with a sword.

It's kind of short. Should I make it longer or leave it?

Daylight 4U2C Feb 2014

Tell Me I'm Wrong

Too tall to know,
too small to see.
Too impatient,
to ever be free.
The escape hides,
and none will seek.
All who wonder,
lie too weak.
A silver-gold path,
to show my way.
If only. if only,
I knew night from day.
A nickle, a dime,
either way I've done time,
because of my crime,
to love too divine.
For I, so simple,
live a life of regret.
For I, so anxiously,
tend to forget.
"Life is but a dream," they say,
and I live in a dream everyday.
Now can those who hear my words,
understand my thoughts in thirds?
That, my friends, is how I see.
That, my friends, is how my mind talks to me.
It tells me what I wish to hear,
and that is what I often fear.
Does anyone ever see me there?
See me wishing to go somewhere?
For I, so awful, wishy-wash,
lose focus on reality.
For I, so awfully awfully lost,
don't know when I am being me.
For I, so tall,
never know.
For I, so small,
never see.

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Daylight 4U2C Jan 2014

Lily Pad

Searching recklessly for reason.
Gasping carelessly for air.
Wondering if maybe someone knows you exist.
Curious if someone truly cares.
Cares more about you, than the pride to say they once were there.
Contemplating if they might stay.
Like the poker face you always wear.
The world spins, and specks fly off.
That's what humans seem to be.
Time takes only seconds, to make you want to leave.
So give yourself a moment here.
You might find what it is you lost.
If indeed it's broken,
try to recollect the happiness you tossed.

A quote I once heard: You don't drown by falling in water, you drown by staying there.

Daylight 4U2C Jan 2014

Greyscale

From day to night
To day to night
I see the world in black and white.
there's good
or bad.
There's fight
or flight.
It's almost funny,
how my sight's not quite right.
Though, lonesome, it is,
I laugh in spite.
For years, I thought,
a rainbow could bite.