What I want
45.) I want to live simply
To stand in the sunshine
And look through a lens
At things that will never be taken from me
Immortalized in one simple scene
A photograph made by no other means
Than a love for the art
And a love that is felt deep in the heart
I want to write words that will change a life
Not a paper, to change a grade
I want to give meaning to others
Give truth, and happiness
I want to make a difference
I want to be different than I am
I want to enjoy what I am
And fall asleep quickly at night
I want to feel my body slip away from this world
With no rush, or hurry,
Or need to be
Anything more, than me
I want to be alive, feel alive, and feel awake
Only give, and never take
I want to be governed by my heart, and mind
Not money, not a clock, or the restraints
Of the human race
I want to be boundless and immortalized
Not immobalized by fear or weakness
I wish just to be something.
In the end
Most of all
I want to bring meaning, and life, and love
To someone in need
I want to change even just one life
To make a difference, for the better.
shocking turn of events
I found myself
not wanting
to write something
bitter today
I don't want
to write about
hypocrites
or
about the
unfair things
happening
in my life
(though,
those things
may be next)
I just want
to write about
how easily
a smile spread
across my face
and how there
was no malice
or resentfulness
in it
I want to write
about how
I could make
sarcastic comments,
mock facial expressions
or even banter with
everyone
and not think once
about being
somewhere else
I want to write
about how happy
this night made me
(even though tonight
wasn't about me)
and I guess I just did
Who is Love?
Love
wears a simple white dress
no more, no less
she doesn't dress to impress
for love has beauty
love is blind
true love is only ever kind
love is patient
love is true
true love is for all, for both me and you
when she's at work
turning strangers into lovers
she dresses up in silver covers
Wrapped all up in clothes of reflection
Love may seem like a simple deception,
but love is good
and love is pure
and love is mine
and love is yours
love belongs to all the lovers,
friends and families
children and mothers
love is beautiful simplicity
and love is made
for you and me
the universe speaks and she screams
her body withers
with withdraw
as the universe
pulses through her
she grabs a pen
and begins
writing down
the whispers
her hands are
moving so fast:
adrenaline running,
heart pumping,
almost too fast
the pen begins
to go weak,
her fingertips
begin to bleed
she traces
her blood
on what's left
of the papers
then moves to
the walls
words are
spilling out
faster than
her mind
can think
then
she begins
to scream
pain travels
through her veins
and knocks her
to her knees
she can't speak
air is coming in
too fast,
she can't catch
her breath,
as deaths from
the past
come back
each gunshot
fills her chest
each abuse victim's
bruises
come to view
she can feel
each child's bones
growing
inside
of her
every cut
every scar
every prick
comes upon
her skin
every sorrow
every hurt
every soul crushing
moment of time
engulf her
within
her body's
giving out
tears begin
to slip
and murderous
screams billow
from her lips
her bones begin
to break
her flesh begins
to weep
crying with
every morsel
of every being
of you and me
and after all
the blood's dried
after every word
she wrote's
not been justified
they end up
calling it
an intoxicated
suicide
beautiful
As the sky changes colors the heart tells new stories, beautiful poems because inspiration to those who read them. A bad listen because your uprising, greatness turns into a blessing. To fall is to stand back up, to fight is to win, like war is to conquer.
By.blazethepoet. instagram @blazethepoet
