It’s time to push past the fear
And hold back the tears
While we look for the day
When we find the truth
The hour we find the connection
Between you and me
The minute we find the rose in a pile of thorns
The second we find the smile hidden in the shadows
Whether you are tall or short,
Black or white,
There is really no difference,
We are all looking for
The light in the darkness
The music in our silent world
We are all searching for something to hold us together
But only finding ways to drive us apart
We connect by disconnecting
Mechanically decaying from the inside out
We leave our mark
By marking those around us
We strive for a beauty beyond words
Only to end up destroy the beauty around us
We live by watching the lives of others
Leaving us with a disillusioned reality
No longer able to tell the difference
Between whom we think we are,
And the person within
We are nothing more than
A bunch of souls
Broken and searching
Searching for something more
Something real
Something to hold in our trembling hands
But the thought of something greater
Is so out of reach
So out of sight
In the back of our minds
Dusty and unused
Forgotten and trampled
Like our childhood dreams
Have we forgotten what means to be alive?
Have we surrendered to mere existence?
No one chooses to be blind
So why do we refuse to see?
It’s time to push past the fear
And hold back the tears
And look for the day
When we find the truth
Poetry is an expression of pain, love, and life. A life shared by only a few words.
Thursday, October 8, 2009
Look in the mirror
Today came and ended
As fast a spark of fire
In a field of fog
It did not come without its surprises
I met a girl today
She had much to share
With no words
She gave her story
She was the girl in the mirror
She held her head up high
While looking around
To see who was in the room,
I watched from a distance
My presence was left unknown
I watched as she pulled out a knife
Lifted her purple sleeve
And made a cut
She winced in pain
Her tears made puddles on the counter surrounding her
She looked so perfect
So gentle and fair
Why did she hurt herself?
I wondered in disbelief
She was to be the prom queen
She had everything
That one could only begin to dream of
Such beauty
Came at a price
The price was the mask she wore
Hiding the pain
Holding back the tears
Walking in fear
Of being alone
This girl in the mirror
Knew none of what I saw
To myself I will keep
This experience I will never share
I wondered who she was
Deep inside
She was obviously hiding
No one really knew
This secret that she bared
For years and years
Nobody really knew
4 years have gone by
Since that day
I met the girl
Something has changed
Something is different
She looks happy
So peaceful and sweet
Everyone around is swimming in her charismatic joy
If only they knew about that day
I met the girl in the mirror.
As fast a spark of fire
In a field of fog
It did not come without its surprises
I met a girl today
She had much to share
With no words
She gave her story
She was the girl in the mirror
She held her head up high
While looking around
To see who was in the room,
I watched from a distance
My presence was left unknown
I watched as she pulled out a knife
Lifted her purple sleeve
And made a cut
She winced in pain
Her tears made puddles on the counter surrounding her
She looked so perfect
So gentle and fair
Why did she hurt herself?
I wondered in disbelief
She was to be the prom queen
She had everything
That one could only begin to dream of
Such beauty
Came at a price
The price was the mask she wore
Hiding the pain
Holding back the tears
Walking in fear
Of being alone
This girl in the mirror
Knew none of what I saw
To myself I will keep
This experience I will never share
I wondered who she was
Deep inside
She was obviously hiding
No one really knew
This secret that she bared
For years and years
Nobody really knew
4 years have gone by
Since that day
I met the girl
Something has changed
Something is different
She looks happy
So peaceful and sweet
Everyone around is swimming in her charismatic joy
If only they knew about that day
I met the girl in the mirror.
Better man
I wish you were a better man,
So I could hold on to our precious moments
Just like the other girls.
I wish I could look forward,
To the day, you walk me down the aisle.
Hating you like this hurts
It hurts when I fall
And there’s no one there to help me up
I walk through this evil world
Without your guiding strength
It’s slowly eating away at my soul,
Killing my innocence
And starving my smile.
Each time I cannot smile
I give my body
For love,
A father’s love
I’m dying to be daddy’s little girl
I wonder every day
If my father up above
Is just like you
Never there
Never listening,
I wish you were a better man
I wish I could be daddy’s little girl.
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