I usually don't share my poems often, so I thought I'd get alot of them out here...
there are sights of wishful fountains,
pools of water that never ripple,
next to green fields full of flowers
flowers that are never wilted
it pulls the eyes of many witnesses
they can't see that they have witnessed nothing
they see the beauty but it tells them nothing
a simple picture that they will not see again
without night there is no day
no contrast between dark and light
unseen pictures behind this reality
come out and show us what not to believe
and as I'm lying under this darkest night
I see where the sun will be tomorrow
filling us with warmth and happiness
but now stars in faraway places
show me what I could be feeling
something that seems so far from me
I've got to turn inside
away from that which
shows me nothing
and I may find there
what I've been searching for
hiding behind my delusive shadow
and as I'm crawling through this tunnel
the light at the end seems so welcoming
but is not bright as the sun behind me,
an unreachable star in the distance
but I cannot turn back, even for a glimpse
one sight, and the warmth will pull me out again
the closer I come, the more I see
that I've never imagined to see
fragments of feelings that I don't yet understand
surpassing the boundaries which I had held before
as I reach this sheltered sea of warmth
a flood of light hits me, knocks me back
such is something that will never be seen
the true divinity hidden inside all
and now I lay joyful staring at the sun
it's no lie, but a vision of hope
showing us what we each hold
connecting us all together
here's another one...
a moment that lasts forever
a drop of rain falling from the sky.
a small puddle on the ground
a gathering of old souls,
talking softly about times they've had
waiting for another one
watching old friends trickle by
a nod or two, a wink, a smile
or just that optimistic stare
another...
I feel, no need to see
I've seen, everything I need
don't ask, don't even talk to me
I'll wait, wait to be free
and I'll come out
some days to see the light
you know that sun's really bright
some days I'll feel the breeze
and listen to birds, singing in the trees
but for now I'm staying here
it's too dark to see anything,
that I don't want to
and it's easier to think about things
when I'm dreaming of things that aren't true
you can, talk to me
and I'll try, to listen too
even if, I've heard it before
I'd hear, I'd hear it some more
I want to know
what I'm feeling here
but I'm so confused
I can't explain it to myself
and I can't complain to anyone else
I sit here wondering what it is
that makes me feel like this
I'll sing, songs of the birds
while I'm, searching for words
but I really doubt,
that anything will come out
I hope, that I can sleep some nights
maybe I'll dream, some pleasant sights
I wish, that the days will end
and the light will get blown away, by the wind
because it's easier to deal with illusions
than it is with my sober confusions
hovering over me, blinding my reason
depressed, I go past the distant horizon
I don't see it, but I make it what I like
the radiant moonlight, the sparkling stars
so beautiful when it's in my head
so disappointing when it's not what they said
I'll try to think of other things
things I used to laugh about
things that used to make me cry
nothing seems to work, it's all just a lie
oh well, another day, waiting for the sunset
time to go to sleep again, away from all the real
sit back, relax, this is no time to think of worries
no time, no hurries
I'll wait for whatever may come
I'll wait for whatever may not
there's no time, there's no more lies
no control, no more misunderstanding
no more laughs, no more cries
no more smiles, no more surprise
what may come, is what will not
I'll sit here and think of things
but the thoughts never come to me
just hollow sounds, drifting in my head
the whole world is gone, a desert in my mind
nothing bothers, nothing tries
nothing
nothing
no crickets chirping
no starlight shining
all the sand is blowing away
the gentle wind, trying not to bother anyone
I'll stay a bit more, I want to see what happens
maybe one last star will shoot in the sky
but my hopes aren't high
you see, I can't even see the sky
it's not there, it never was
what you saw is what everyone does
don't you wish you could have touched it
tasted a bit of moonlight, trickling down your tongue
I do
what happened to me?
am I still here?
I don't care anymore
I don't think I have ever understood
maybe it will come to me
but then it wont even matter
it wont mean anything now
there's no use anymore
no more light
...........
I feel the poison they're feeding me
the shroud of my ambition
the blistering of my conscience.
It's sad to see it all
falling away in front of me
in front of everyone else.
I'm listening to the cries of nothingness
watching as it passes me by
feeling it seeping in.
I try to walk to withered windows
but when I do nothing is there
just a plain wall with a blank stare.
The pain I feel is in everything
the thoughtless thoughts
are draining my mind.
All I see is crying clouds
the toneless feelings
are draining my soul.
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I come upon an ocean
in some diametric desert
but don't find myself dancing
upon the question why?
I find the somber sailing
within an unknown sky
where has my good friend gone?
who is left to take his place?
I've found no soil
but that of the departed
I've found no place to start my studies
I've found no one to find my tears
I can trust nothing except
my own faults
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it was so beautiful up there
I never wanted to come down
but I had to come down
I had to feel the sun before I saw the sunset
to feel my pain before I shed my tears
I learned to feel the heat without touching the flame
watching the wind move under my shoulders
feeling my mind rising above
I see the light at the end of the tunnel
and I know it's still waiting for me
it's so beautiful down here
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And the sun reflects off your face
night sky moon with satin lace
I wish that you could understand
a moment's gone, a moment stands
you'll find no pictures on the wall
no one to talk, no one to call
your own eyes will show the way
take a walk, no need to stay
you can leave without leaving me
and I'll make sure the walls are clean
a space beyond yesterday
I'll see it when it comes my way
I've been waiting for it to come to me
to show itself and set me, free
no way to know facing the floor
all I see is old footprints from the door
I came here to get away
but now I'm here, and I'll have to stay
I'll see you when I see myself
I know it's sad but you'll have to wait
butterflies are in their wombs
and a dead moth lies in my room
I'll see you when I see myself
well I'm sure no one took the time to read all that crap, but I don't care. and thanks if you read any of it.
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Finally the punk rockers are taking acid.
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. I dont like to say what writing is about because many times what I think is so totally different from what it really is. Am I completely off, or a little close?
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