
My HAPPINESS relies on Music
Oh, how i love to hear the melody pass by
And then the singer singing in tune
Then of course, the beautiful meaning words
Oh, I am lost in my musical world
Nope, I can't be distracted
No nudges on the shoulder or screams will release me
I have yet begun to explore all of the exhibits
Like pop, rock, and reggae
Once I am done, I will free
Relaxed, calm, and happy
And the tune and words will still be playing in my head
As a true listener's destiny
Is to never forget
Relief
Oh, finally!
I am relieved.
I have paid all of my life dues
I have paid all my life bills
And I have completed all of my goals
Everything I possibly wanted to do
Now I'm done
I am free and now wild to explore
But I want to explore more!
I mean shouldn't I?!?!
Life is filled with overflowing opputunities and choices that we must take!
So let's be sad, and angry, and happy all we can!
Until our time has come to end
We will say farewell and our thanks
Ugly Reflection
As I glance at myself in a dirty old mirror
My brain was dying in pain
I am ugly, there's no doubting that
My red pimples cover my face
My scars stain my face is a dark shade of color
I am ugly
I see that now as everyone does
But if there was a solution to be pretty
I wouldn't take it
I don't want to be different and change
I will stay the same until my body decides to change
Because everyone is ugly no matter what
Aren't they?
MUST WRITE
As the early morning birds chirp their way to happiness
I am alone, and depressed
I MUST WRITE
So much that I must wake up at 4AM
Just to fulfill my undying thirst
I don't understand
Anything at all, technically
What I write is a type of code
That one day will be unlocked and answered
And soon I will have my answers and become happy
But for now, I will write and write
And write and write
Someone please help me!
My bones are in agony!
And my feet ache from standing!
I am deadly
I am feared by the ordinary
Yes, I am peculiar
Yes, I may be crazy
Because I am a writing storm that cannot be stopped