Steps to be “Enough”
Step one change your style.
Step two change your hair.
Step three get that body so everyone will stare.
Step four do your makeup,
to perfection all the time.
Now all you need is impossible number 5.
Yet no matter how much you want to,
no matter how much you try.
You can always change your looks,
but you never seem to change you mind.
~ It’s not the mirrors fault all you do is cry
Hail Storms with Bloody Hands
The worlds a little too tough on you, with that I can agree. Constantly taking your breath away every time you try to breathe. But you still search for happiness never giving up it seems, even when so many have diagnosed you, telling you what you’re supposed to be.
As humans we strive in chaos, as we are constantly swept up by our own storms. Trying to find our way through the wreckage, our minds often feel like hail storms. Yet with all this you keep pushing forward despite your odds, so I'll see you at the end of the River darling. Keep pushing on.
My Point, Oh I Forgot
I closed the door but the windows are still open,
Put the lock on the gate but forget to close it.
See I talk to much but say nothing worth hearing,
I’ve been trying so hard to listen but my mind just keeps reeling.
I’m an open book but some pages are glued shut,
I try to let people in but I ran out of trust.
I write so much poetry but the words I want to say always get stuck, see this cage I created doesn’t really have a lock.
Ash and Dust
We used to talk everyday,
But now we don’t talk at all.
Seems like we’re always avoiding eye contact,
After all, eyes don’t lie
And neither of us want to know the truth.
So is that why it all turned to rubbish ?
Because I wanted to know the truth
And you were to busy running from it.
Tell me what I did wrong
Cause I honestly don’t know how
You could leave without a glance back,
Say goodbye, take your pride, I mean
Were you even in pain ?
Because if you were you sure didn’t show it.
We used to talk everyday
But we’re just strangers now
And I hope our memories
Burn you to the ground.
- not my best sorry
Mountains of Solis Occasum
The trees stretch on forever under a pink and purple sky as the sun sets behind the mountains, saying it’s goodbyes. The rivers flow wild beneath the swaying trees trying to get back home, rather quickly it seems. All is beautiful here in the forest of leaves as long as you ignore the graveyard of secrets that doesn’t want to be seen.
Did you read my words alright?
I forgot what peace is
and I don’t know how to find it.
Been searching my whole life for answers,
I know I can be a bit defiant.
Talkings never been my strong suit
And I won’t even try to hide it.
Feelings are sometimes hidden by a layer or two,
To be honest sometimes I can’t even find them.
I’m not gonna sit here and say I’m fine
Because lying’s never been alright.
But I can’t really communicate words,
Since my mouth and mind are in a fight.
~ “It’s written on paper so I can’t st stutter this time.”