Pendulum
The pendulum swings, the clock, the hour,
Moves at a speed so sweet, so sour.
Fall to the floor, wait in the shower,
Creep into bed oh how i cower.
Books that I read, no i devour,
Savoring the written, it brings me power,
The pendulum swings, it sways like a tower
takes the hit,but comes back just like ours.
self- indulgent lifestile, you never bring me a flower,
I am not complaining, but i do scour.
I can keep on going, i ran outa rhymes, but im dour.
I stare at the clock, no i just glower.
Moves at a speed so sweet, so sour.
Fall to the floor, wait in the shower,
Creep into bed oh how i cower.
Books that I read, no i devour,
Savoring the written, it brings me power,
The pendulum swings, it sways like a tower
takes the hit,but comes back just like ours.
self- indulgent lifestile, you never bring me a flower,
I am not complaining, but i do scour.
I can keep on going, i ran outa rhymes, but im dour.
I stare at the clock, no i just glower.
Perfect Tears
Tears they fall,
but i don't know what for,
I wait for night to come
to let those tears pour. I can't stop wanting life,
To be just way i want,
If i cannot take this life,
Then I don't know what im for. Trying to find the grey,
Is harder than it seems,
When I want stuff to be perfect,
Rules are set to do. If i cannot have sunshine,
Rain will have to do,
IF i cannot always have happyness, Misery can come along to.
I can't find my way,
If schedules are to be made,
Waiting for the inevistable,
Is harder than keeping faith.
but i don't know what for,
I wait for night to come
to let those tears pour. I can't stop wanting life,
To be just way i want,
If i cannot take this life,
Then I don't know what im for. Trying to find the grey,
Is harder than it seems,
When I want stuff to be perfect,
Rules are set to do. If i cannot have sunshine,
Rain will have to do,
IF i cannot always have happyness, Misery can come along to.
I can't find my way,
If schedules are to be made,
Waiting for the inevistable,
Is harder than keeping faith.
Toxic Love
OH toxic lOve why are you so strong.
When I thought I was right.
Why did you set out to prove me wrong.
Oh toxic Love why are you now gone.
When I was little, and so lovey. WHy were you sent out to crush me.
Oh toxic love where did you go.
I found you once, but you escaped somehow
I seem to want you back, oh toxic love forget me now
When I thought I was right.
Why did you set out to prove me wrong.
Oh toxic Love why are you now gone.
When I was little, and so lovey. WHy were you sent out to crush me.
Oh toxic love where did you go.
I found you once, but you escaped somehow
I seem to want you back, oh toxic love forget me now
Fix
I'll never speak out.
So why try to fix it?
What was broken?
If it was broken? Why am I shaking?
How wasn't it spoken?
dealt with the past and dealt with you.
Stitched up feelings
so they suffocated,
retraced steps, counted backwards
in time all the stuff we do
is erased from our minds.
as plain as all my mistakes
blacking out the things
that graced the contours of
my crayola coloured sky
but what is going on is
I can't plainely fix this
Problem that is my life
So why try to fix it?
What was broken?
If it was broken? Why am I shaking?
How wasn't it spoken?
dealt with the past and dealt with you.
Stitched up feelings
so they suffocated,
retraced steps, counted backwards
in time all the stuff we do
is erased from our minds.
as plain as all my mistakes
blacking out the things
that graced the contours of
my crayola coloured sky
but what is going on is
I can't plainely fix this
Problem that is my life
semi-colon paranthesis ellipses kinda day
passions come, passions leave,
but i sway to the beat,
beat of life, beat of day,
beat of sleep a hold of me.
unwind, relax, just chill.
feelings there, feelings here,
try to catch them,
try not to fear,
fear of you, fear of hurt,
fear of letting everything go.
unwind,relax, just chill.
but i sway to the beat,
beat of life, beat of day,
beat of sleep a hold of me.
unwind, relax, just chill.
feelings there, feelings here,
try to catch them,
try not to fear,
fear of you, fear of hurt,
fear of letting everything go.
unwind,relax, just chill.
Speechless Chaotic
Every time the words aren't their
Speechless, chaotic, fills my brain
Sorry, won't write itself
Anymore.
Yet pencil to paper,
Sucking the ink and forcing the nature,
Stuffing the words together
Under the crammed lines of paper
Cracking the code, so deep, riddled within,
Kickstarts the brain, but everything else is drained.
Speechless, chaotic, fills my brain
Sorry, won't write itself
Anymore.
Yet pencil to paper,
Sucking the ink and forcing the nature,
Stuffing the words together
Under the crammed lines of paper
Cracking the code, so deep, riddled within,
Kickstarts the brain, but everything else is drained.
These Words
These Words They Shatter
Every softly spoken whisper,
barely makes the cut.
The cut that hurts the person
Yourself and everyone.
I can't think of any reason,
Other than " I feel so bad",
every word you say,
Comes back at you in the end.
Every softly spoken whisper,
barely makes the cut.
The cut that hurts the person
Yourself and everyone.
I can't think of any reason,
Other than " I feel so bad",
every word you say,
Comes back at you in the end.
Ballet
The music starts up slowly, twinkling chimes then fill the air.
I sit. I wait. I wait. Anticipating. I sit and I wait.
The Red Curtains begin to shift and shake,
Mirroring my intense and lonely wait.
The ring is drawn and the entire room is silent.
Silence paints its own picture, as the curtain is drawn.
The stage is an old house, that looks to be painted, but yet,
No its a screen, which is lifted to show two dancers posing.
In a garden filled with dancing flowers and happy guests.
Almost fake, like it was on television and the screen it then lifts.
A low flute spins a simple tune and is followed by a piano.
The piano picks up and loses the flute in its battle.
Two dancers prance hand in hand forming shapes,
Dancing like marienetes without the strings and hands above.
They form their story in a shape and a mood, that their body tells.
Like a story meant for all the senses, that you must interpret, well
The happy dancers are joined by others, dancing happens all around.
The once light music, starts to have a low
The music becomes a clash of instruments demanding attention.
Then all of a sudden it stops and a violin picks a slow tune,
Keeping the pace, as it becomes louder, it is joined and followed,
And it keeps the pace, adding the tension, every second.
Doll faces, blank, bleak, music slowly creeps and the forest
Grows around. Dark dancers sneak on the stage
and completely surround, the world then become completely black.
I sit. I wait. I wait. Anticipating. I sit and I wait.
The Red Curtains begin to shift and shake,
Mirroring my intense and lonely wait.
The ring is drawn and the entire room is silent.
Silence paints its own picture, as the curtain is drawn.
The stage is an old house, that looks to be painted, but yet,
No its a screen, which is lifted to show two dancers posing.
In a garden filled with dancing flowers and happy guests.
Almost fake, like it was on television and the screen it then lifts.
A low flute spins a simple tune and is followed by a piano.
The piano picks up and loses the flute in its battle.
Two dancers prance hand in hand forming shapes,
Dancing like marienetes without the strings and hands above.
They form their story in a shape and a mood, that their body tells.
Like a story meant for all the senses, that you must interpret, well
The happy dancers are joined by others, dancing happens all around.
The once light music, starts to have a low
The music becomes a clash of instruments demanding attention.
Then all of a sudden it stops and a violin picks a slow tune,
Keeping the pace, as it becomes louder, it is joined and followed,
And it keeps the pace, adding the tension, every second.
Doll faces, blank, bleak, music slowly creeps and the forest
Grows around. Dark dancers sneak on the stage
and completely surround, the world then become completely black.
