When its wonderful When its wicked When the wild runs stark and naked Through the attics of my empty mind I live in a basement I live on a hillside I live in a broken down car With an exquisite view of the stars
When the wonder When the worry When the way is cluttered with debris The train wreck pasts becoming me I live in a jungle I live in a cage I live in an abandoned mine Where the meadow meets the timberline
When the world Is too much to take I learn to really see I learn to really be I live
I accidentally deleted it, I liked it, so I rewrote as best as I could
She speaks to me In a language of sadness All her songs Enchanting and beautiful As ancient as emotions I'm at peace that I can hear I'm in turmoil That I may never understand
She speaks to me As a broken river As the roots of a tree As a waning moon That once it sets Won't rise again Her words seem to say The night will always be dark
She speaks to me Through a veil From a deserted carriage Watching her horses run away As powerful as connections That last forever As painful as watching Something break
She speaks to me In a language of sorrow As a lonesome stranger In a foreign land When if I could find the words Or I could find the way I could ease the pain She would speak of love again
Starlight bouncing of a river A celestial stage In a lovers auditorium We see the reflection as a symbol As a part of something bigger We see the reflection as ourselves
And its love Its a honeymoon Its a fleeting feeling of forever Its an illusion
But on the horizon Storms are raging Wind is blowing In our direction And we know before too long
Thunder and lightning
Lightning bouncing off a river The cynic in me Is unbound and free Its not enough light to guide me home And that river is perilous And im tired of swimming
And its sink or swim I can swim no more Let me reach the shore Before I drown
I turn around And you aren't there But I don't care Maybe your on a different shore Maybe your on the ocean floor
These are the feelings A whirlpool In the ocean Where I can only drown The feeling that I've been wrong I'm not upset with you I'm angry with myself That I could project such expectations
Because without wings You came flying But really I was so far beneath the surface I saw you above me
When in reality
One man knows about god And emulates Another knows nothing And it becomes apparent
And so you let me down I never should have looked to you to lift me up
I breed radical change In this world No burden to great No pain too debilitating No fear of the death I know is waiting for me I bring the people together Under a banner I fly my flag high With enemies nearby Stealthy trained assassins
I breed radical change In this world A change we are waiting on It's all my thoughts It's just the way I think Unique, yet similar so you can relate And we are different But we're the same Let me show you what I mean Let me help you believe
I breed radical change in the world I bring the change that's needed
We all have ideas Ideals Things we want to say And wish we could
Now a thousand tons are weighing down I starve I have and I hold Having only to lose Trapped in something I cannot understand I cannot escape I'll never master
We all have feelings Joy and pain Things we want to explain And wish we could
I'm throwing darts in a darkened room In every direction And becoming angry When I don't get a bulls-eye I'm wishing on stars And numbers And gods I'm throwing coins in a well
We all have dreams We work to make true Things we want to see We want to be
I want to be heard Nothing more Hello, I am a poet
The finest clothes turn into rags And she's cautious all day long Any leak in the boat Can be plugged with her tattered silk Peril sneaking in Be alert and prepare for crisis
Beautiful clothes becoming worn out Beautiful clothes becoming rags She is on guard all the day -- she is in doubt about something. symbolizing Water and Peril --she will be cautious and prepare for evil
This silken gown is tattered and torn The girl is wearing rags There is a hole in the boat The water seeping in Peril sneaking in What was thought to be secure
The semblance of brilliant attire The lowliness of ripped apart rags She is on guard all the day -- she is in doubt about something. symbolizing Water and Peril --she will be cautious and prepare for evil
About when you suspect a relationship isn't what you thought it was
I was a child I was a raving maniac A raging lunatic A prophet Who saw god in all the symbols And the symbols in everything I made connections to the plants and the soil The moon and the stars To the times I read your mind Knew the deeper meaning Or just what was implied
I was a child A selfless lover A bitter fool A dreamer Who looked forward to every new day I didn't know I couldn't grow wings and learn to fly I knew I could My heart was pure My love was innocent
My world was a vibrant dream Full of wonder and opportunity And color And love I didn't want to believe in pain I couldn't I was a child
That feeling when you write 500 poems In three months time
I think
Am I just writing because I want to be heard Or do I really have something to say
Or both
Its probably both Still doesn't mean I don't have something to say
Something that matters
Something to make you feel a certain way Something that makes a sad man see he'll be okay
Something
That can mean anything To anyone at all
Not as much a poem as an observation, I have only been on HP for a little over 3 months, but have posted over 500 new originals. I always have so many thoughts in my mind, but even that surprised me.
No one else matters No one else could give a **** So why should I? Nothing else matters Not sun spots Or dipn dots The ice cream of the future No one else matters Silver platters Silver spoons and spoiled brats Nothing else matters Except the way you feel And what you know to be real
Money Power Pleasure Joy Money, money, money, money Fame Success Beauty Bliss Money, money, money, money
Love is the greatest of them all And I would sacrifice everything (Money, money, money, money) For love alone If that makes me crazy Then I guess I'm crazy
Ruts in the road And raging river rapids And the mountain So many, so much Too great a love Too much the doubt Too big the obstacles That I battle with the sky Because of the clouds
Just to feel better I let it all go Only to find I'm still holding on
Just to feel better I'm still holding on
The past is many days Now the story is told And lessons learned So many, so much Too great a power Too bright a truth Too much is in me That I learn how to die To cancel my scars
Just to feel better I let it all go Only to find I'm still holding
Just to feel better I'm still holding on
A song, I feel its one of the better ones I've written recently
Take me down a peg Or two Kick me in the teeth Knock me off a pedastle Take my broken heart You promised you would fix And throw it on the floor Breaking it some more
As I walk through a field I see a flower on the hill I admire its beauty I forget it comes from a seed
Nothing bad happens Its only illusory If I keep a cherry blossom in my heart The singing bird will come
Tell me what you will to make me feel Unhappy Subjagate me Denigrate me Make me believe in something Just to take it away And in my loss Castigate me
Nothing bad happens Unhappiness is a vital sign That authenticity is growing inside Discontentment is merely the hunger pang for change
It was a long day In a short life And I forgot to remember That I should be glad At least I remembered to forget That I should be sad It was a long day In a short life