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 Jul 2013 Timothy Brown
Red Starr
Uplift me
Lift me up
I'm so far down
Sometimes these words
Are all I have
Your words
On paper
HP
Tears behind my eyes
Held back only by the veil
The veil of my pride
Battle through
The deep
Violet, black, indigo, vertigo
Demon of grief
Starts at the root
Travels up
'Til it becomes bile in my throat
Escape in your words
Escape in your worlds
HP
Foreign languages
You sometimes speak
Causes me to think
In tongues I didn't think I knew
Breaks me from my rumination
For dashed moments in time
Heart heaviness
Leaden on my chest
Lifts
Thank you
HP
Each day a new beginning
A new adventure will unfold
Of Princes, Kings, and dragons
Of silver and of gold

Each day is something wondrous
Strung together, they're a life
Of days and nights and normalcy
And full of love and strife

We build a wall
And tear it down
Things change as days go by
What once was good
No longer so
No matter how we try

There are certain rules to follow
There are choices to be made
But, direction of which road to take
Is seldom ever laid

We live our life as best we can
Doing what we choose to do
We make our minds up for ourselves
At least I do, do you?

There are no set directions
Of which way we should go
We set our sail and follow it
To the unknown we must go

Addictions alter our life's path
They take us from our route
But, overcome them we will try
To give them all the boot

We separate ourselves at times
From those that we love most
Until we become nothing more
Than a spectre or a ghost

Another wall that we have built
A new obstacle in the way
Another brick to tear apart
To get to a new day


It is a big adventure
And it includes no instruction
Just consider each days end result
As a life under construction
 Jul 2013 Timothy Brown
Red Starr
Do you ever feel
Like the words are stuck,
So much you want to say?
But you allowed someone
To break the connection
Between your soul and fingers?
Do you ever feel
So pushed and pulled
By other's emotions
You forget which ones
Are truly your own?
Are you so compelled
To give and give to others
You whither in the drought
That's left behind?
Boundaries, boundaries are
So hard for me to find.
They're invisible laser beams
Protecting a fine jewel.
I can't see them.
I clumsily make my way through.
I allow others to determine my path.
Where is the strength
I felt two years ago?
Will it ever return?
Until then, I swing from here to there,
Tripping, slipping along the way.
Searching for the strength I knew
Before my world was turned upside-down.
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