There are nights when
I can’t sleep
and so I try to write
but no words will come
and when they do come
they feel
hollow,
and stupid
and pretentious,
like,
“Look how fucking sensitive
and creative I am,
and special.”
Useless bullshit.
This is one of those nights.
My therapist is my only friend
But still I lie to him.
My parents just don’t understand
Who I really am,
Or that it’s because of them
I am the way I am.
All their problems they gave to me,
well some of them,
have left me broken, but they don’t see
That eventually
I’ll leave this place and run and run
and finally be free.
I’ll ask “Can I have this dance?”
You’ll follow along with me.
You’ll let me hold you close,
But I’m not who you want it to be.
We’ll smile together and breathe,
I’ll be lost in the moment alone.
Your thoughts aren’t just with me,
You’ve got someone waiting back home.
Each with a drink in our hands
And our bodies pressed so tight.
For me it’s as if a dream,
I’ll be sure to remember tonight.
Your hand pressed into mine,
Thinking where did the night go.
You whisper one sweet line,
“There’s something you have to know.”
“Don’t wake me when you go,
Just put on your clothes and leave.
Don’t worry about my name,
Just pretend I was make believe.”As I lay awake at night,
Thinking of your skin,
I don’t really know
Where my memories begin.
One night of lust
For a bottle of Jack.
You up and left
And your not coming back.
When i next feel your lips on mine
We’ll see where that night can go
But I’ll surely kiss you and say
“There’s just one thing you should know”
“I’ll do the same for you
Just grab my clothes and go.
What could we be,
I guess we’ll never know.”
I would walk this world
My every waking hour
If there was a chance
If I could find you walking too
I would search high and low
and wherever you might go
If there was a chance
If i could find you searching back
I would wait all my days
Just to have a single one with you
If there was a chance
If I could find you waiting too
I would write poems for you
everyday for you to read
If there was a chance
If I could find you writing back
If I were a bird
My nest would be in a safe
Place, perhaps on a
Shelf in your room, or your
Hair if it were allowed.
I would fill my nest
With scraps of poetry I
Stole from you in the
dead of night, placing your best
Lines close to my hawk-eyes.
I would whistle songs,
trying to inspire your words
As they motivate
Me to sing ever sweeter,
Until you acknowledge me.
But if you were to
Love another bird and tear
My nest down from it’s
perch I would stop the whistling
And simply peck your eyes out.
Takeoff… Float on letting all pass by.
No worries no memories no pains
Free Finally… From the tyranny of the ground
No pain just a sky of cloudless rain
Watch the sun risen slowly
Visit the dominion of avians
And angels, demons, winged on high
Floating happily just waiting
Winds lift higher up
Touching the blue eyes of god
Floating by his white breaths
No longer clinging to the sod
Never to return whole
lifted by angels, grab your wish
Risen to birds and gods alike
The impossible accomplished
Taken aback by wax and feathers
Swallowed now by pride and vanity
The folly of Man and Earth alike
This flight’s faithful fatal purity
No worries, just hot wax
No worries, just returning down
Safety net in place
Smoothly back to the ground
Calmly spiral spin sputter
panic pain perspire from within
What woe in endings
no joy in landings
The wax falls to mortals first
feathers follow the descent
Destructed laments and plans
no time to vent
thoughts still not aired
feelings never spoken
Life shortened by vanity and pride
as melted wax covered the Broken
I was inspired to write this after reading a poem, which is in the song. The first 8 lines to be exact by a fellow tumblr-er, Misfit Words. Check him out, he’s pretty great.
“If I write to you of sunshine,
Will you write to me of moons?If I write to you of life,
Will you write to me of death?If I write to you of love,
Will you write to me of hate?If I write to you of anything
Will you write to me at all?”
Anything at all?
Anything at all?If I write to you of my dreams,
Will you write to me your nightmares?If I write to you of self destruction,
Will you write to me of hope?If I write to you of war,
Will you write to me of peace?If I write to you of anything,
Will you write to me at all?
Anything at all?
Anything at all?
Anything at all?If I write to you of my thoughts,
Will you write to me simplicity?If I write to you of beginnings,
Will you write to me of endings?And if I write to you of lonesome,
Will you come and say hello?
Or anything at all?
Anything at all?
Anything at all?Just anything is fine…
(Source: revelinmusic)
Stars dulled by the fabric
We knowingly pull over our eyes.
False Deities laughing
But only in our minds.
Teaching and remembering
Forgetting and learning
simple modes for us to follow
Til we all end burning
Ash fly’s all around
a world of decay
a work of art brought
by a bullets fate
a beautiful whistle
as the bombs begin to plummet
vanquishing lives fallng
down before gods summit
booming cry’s surround
children crying all around
scattered lives never found
troops trampling the ground
as we all fall down
an entire crowd
on their knees astound
by the sound of bullets flying around
bombs destroying the ground
where lives were made and last and
made and lost til we invented justified
murder until we invented religion until
we discovered WAR
THE WORLD BURNS AND WE ARE THE ONES TO BLAME……
Lonely
Like the last cigarette in the pack
Lonely
Like the one book that no one ever checks out at the library
Lonely
Like the kid who never gets picked for gym class
Lonely
Like the girl in the shower cutting herself
Lonely
Like me, alone with nothing but my thoughts, a pen and paper
Lonely
Like you, alone with nothing but your thoughts, a paper and pen
Why can’t we all be lonely together?
Let’s fall overboard
Towards the ocean
Let’s fall headfirst
Towards the ground
Let’s fall fast
Towards the clouds
Let’s fall in love
Towards each other
