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Daylight 4U2C Dec 2015
Dear 2016: mood: Nostalgic: It's funny how you look back every year and you see the 'old' you. Sometimes you feel like your running in circles and yet you were dumber then. Sometimes you just feel better and wise. It's interesting how you can look at moments that happened years ago, days ago and just subconsciously smile. I want to say I get it. After hearing it from others. I want to say I understand life and the people who have to deal with dumb things. But- I dont. I just feel more lost than ever when I actually think about what saying "I get it" means. I would like to thank you years. For all you give, gave, and give again. You get it. Whether I'm talking to a God, a fate, a life, or nothing at all. You get all of this, or no one would be here. It's not always rainbows and marshmallows, but it's not always fire and rain either. So. Thank you.
Daylight 4U2C Dec 2015
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the new you.
The true you.
The one who cannot be defined.
The one who is defined by being undefinable.
The one who said "I can" when others said "You can't"
Yet they never know the story.
They say words but they don't know that people just like them pushed you down.
They told you- you couldn't
And when you stood- they said you could.
They said- you shouldn't.
But as you yelled back- they said you should.
They weren't there because they didn't care.
And now your strong and they want to pull you along.
Keep your enemies close.
And together you'll toast.
They might even boast at how it's wrong to say you did it alone,
but I know.
I know you keep your enemies close,
but yourself closer.
Because you just never know,
after being alone,
and pulled along.
Being right and wrong,
back and forth,
back and forth,
while they tell you quotes their brothers told,
as if each quote was words from Gods.
But you have to trust you,
because whatever they do,
it's not always true.
It's sometimes a lie.
You have to pull back,
and YOU have to decide.
I know they'll never read this, and I'm just another person too so I get it if they just don't care, but I just want to shake it into people sometimes. This is all just...stuff. Naive is one thing, but trusting can be so hard to balance for people who can't see clearly. Anyone too nice is naive, but if you trust people. ALL these people who say just words that sound nice? I don't know what more I can do than shake you and write poems.
Daylight 4U2C Dec 2015
Give me to the stars.
Daylight 4U2C Dec 2015
...How kaleidoscopes and me align...
Neither of us cannot fathom how you see.
Perhaps it's our eyes and their 60 degree tilt,
our heart and it's colorful coating,
or our mind all together
blending them both
to try to let you see it too,
but with lost cause,
still devoting.
We know your like the wind and time.
Different too,
but a different different.
You can't even look through our eye,
because you have such simple,
unchangeable sight.
Still I sit and smile,
for the glasses to blind time's eyes.
The logic and the heart,
the most odd part,
we cannot say hello.
Daylight 4U2C Nov 2015
Who'da know she'd had a problem in her life,
because her door was always locked, and her heart tied down tight.
She would scream inside her mind with all her might,
but they don't know what they don't need.
Her silence wins the fight.
Deep down, she wants to let it out.
Deep down, she doesn't even know her own pain.
Deep down, she can't unlock the door in fright.
What is hidden? Should I refrain?
She's awkward and she's kind.
She has an energy that people love.
But she has no inner peace.
Could she be an angel?
Kinder than angel?
She doesn't seem a mystery.
Deep down, she wants to let it out.
Deep down, she doesn't even know her pain.
Deep down, she can't unlock the door in fright.
What is hidden? Should I refrain?
Call on your friends
Your family
They should know what you need,
but no one know to decipher a code,
please I beg of you don't implode
Ohhhhh OHHHHH!
Deep down, she wants to let it out.
Deep down, she doesn't even know her pain.
Deep down, she can't unlock the door in fright.
What is hidden? Should I refrain?
Would I be able to feel human again??
Daylight 4U2C Nov 2015
Somewhere over the rainbow
Way up high
And the dreams that you dream of
Once in a lullaby
Somewhere over the rainbow
Bluebirds fly
And the dreams that you dream of
Dreams really do come true
Someday, I'll wish upon a star
Wake up where the clouds are far behind me
Where trouble melts like lemon drops
High above the chimney top
That's where you'll find me
Somewhere over the rainbow
Bluebirds fly
And the dreams that you dare to-
Oh why, oh why can't I?
Well, I see trees of green and red roses too
I'll watch them bloom for me and you
And I think to myself
What a wonderful world
Well, I see skies of blue and I see clouds of white
And the brightness of day
I like the dark
And I think to myself what a wonderful world
The colors of the rainbow so pretty in the sky
And also on the faces of people passing by
I see friends shaking hands saying
How do you do?
They're really saying I, I love you
I hear babies cry and I watch them grow
They'll learn much more then we'll know
And I think to myself what a wonderful world
World
Someday I wish upon a star
Wake up where the clouds are far behind me
Where trouble melts like lemon drops
High above the chimney top
That's where you'll find me
Oh, somewhere over the rainbow
Way up high
And the dreams that you dare to-
Why oh, why can't I?
May you rest in peace and solitude.
Daylight 4U2C Nov 2015
Don't give your words to the blind deaf spirits.
With eyes they simply don't use.
They couldn't care for your naggy rantings.
They ignore you; call you Katy Kaboom.
Hardly worth the look,
they are crust beneath trashcans.
Walking off while you breathe.
I find it hard to look at people, who refuse to listen to me.
Don't treat it kind to by waved away,
cast as the alien kind.
Don't waste a spit on carcass ungraced with noblesse oblige of a man.
'Man-kind' should be a revelation,
but dumb is the man with abused to his senses.
Only fairy tales may glue dumb and kind as one.
I've seen that only wise men may not be criticized.
For only kind men, wise men, will treat a woman wise.
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