Daydreamer331

I was walking by the waterfront in my town with a friend, when we stopped to sit on the dock. After removing our shoes and socks, we dipped our feet in the water and it was just amazing. The sun was beginning to set, and all at once I realized…I could not think of one thing that was bothering me, even though 5 minutes ago, I was troubled.

I found myself a place to be at peace.

Utterly Empty

I like things when they’re rough
cause pain is the only thing
that gets through the numb.

Your lips caress your words
wrapping my heart in barbed wire
bleeding me through it all.

Yet still i come back for more
‘cause you make me FEEL,
keeping me sane and driving me crazy.

If you kissed me just one time
you’re lips would leave me bruised,
shutting my eyes to what’s really there.

A Beast

In a flaming rage,
she can’t control,
her emotions flare
as we watch it blow.

You can see her,
the animal inside,
the growling beast,
where reality dies.

Bearing it’s teeth,
she’ll tear you apart,
to make you feel as she,
with a shattered heart.

She begs and pleads
it says it’ll leave her
The beast is lying,
a great pretender.

Seeing Colors

Grey:

I think i’m finally done
i have nothing left.
I’ll throw down my brush,
cast the pen aside.

Blue:

I just need to fly
but i’m cemented here.
and still i wonder why
i’m not free to love.

Black:

Inspiration is gone
The paints are used
by the break of dawn
still got nothing to show.

Green:

God, help me please
my way of coping is gone
please give me some peace
fly o’er everyone.

Red:

I’ve lost control
and i hit head on with love
and i’m on a roll
down the hill again.

Purple:

All i do is stick out
and blend in too
and without a doubt
I need to feel again.

Orange:

My arm is reaching
the sun shing on my canvas
all this time i’ve been sleeping
and i can finally see the colors

The Battle of Sarah Jean

I reach my enemy
the sun is setting fast
I prepare for the shot
and hope it wont last.

Bullets are flying
this bloody battle’s mighty
then at once i realize
it was me that i was fighting.

There’s nothing i can do
just watching it spill
the crimson force
that kept me filled.

All the same faces
bedecked with pain
all dead or dying
everyone slain.

Who won this war
thats been on for years
that only one’s left after
drowning in her tears.

How do you move on when you’re not even on your own side?

The They

Why do we bother feeling
when all we do is hurt?
why do i stand up only to
be pushed back to the dirt?

Why do try to fight
knowing i can’t escape
the fiery blazes of the They
raging through the blaze?

But try after try
my attempts kill me
and now all i want
are things to thrill me.

THings that hurt
your body and mind,
its good to feel pain
on the outside this time.

Its not my fault
that i feel this way
we’re the product
of a thing called the They.

I wonder if They care
maybe they’ll see
but on the larger scale
i’m a tiny flea.

Maybe They know
what goes on down here
but i know better
Cause the They is Fear.

We fear the unknown
hurt and even love
but thats why we live
even though its tough

I try to strive on
through They and Them
but on a day to day basis
i’m a tearing hem.

So what do we do
in times like these
we hold on to each other
and cry and plea.

I hope one day They’ll hear us
crying and pleading
but for now we’re left
Dying and bleeding.

His eyes are washing over me in delicate arrogance,
and i wonder if he sees the darkness i my mind.
I think of two lovers tumbling through the night,
waiting for the chains of dawn to clamp down once more.

I’m waiting for the world to end, for it to begin,
I am night and day, i am two souls,
one awaiting fate, the other awaiting truth.
Whichever comes first is the one i’ll take.

To run from reality is the deepest truancy,
yet living in fantasy is the lowest hell embodied in heaven.

So what will indeed become of me?
Angel or demon, tyrant or hero?
Afraid to love and scared to be alone,
I’m stuck as the dawn breaks me,

As I begin to breathe again…