drowning
the water is over my head
i can feel my lungs
start to fill with water
im losing consiousness
i want to give up
but i cant
you are down their
i have to swim harder
im almost out of air
its just occured to me
if im saving you
...whos saving me?
my poetry
Monday, June 13, 2011
War
true hell
you see your friend
get blown up before your eyes
you cry
you beg
you plead
to get out and off of this hellhole
it doesn't help
you thought it wouldn't be this way
you were wrong
this is hell
this is war
don't fret and worry
its truly in the end
worth fighting for
you see your friend
get blown up before your eyes
you cry
you beg
you plead
to get out and off of this hellhole
it doesn't help
you thought it wouldn't be this way
you were wrong
this is hell
this is war
don't fret and worry
its truly in the end
worth fighting for
School
spitballs fill the air
notes passed around
the nerds get picked on
but they don't care
they're being themselves
the popular kids
are complete fakes
they do everything the same
grades are passed out
their are sighs
and their are cries
they get lectured
they don't care
in one ear
out the other
this is school
notes passed around
the nerds get picked on
but they don't care
they're being themselves
the popular kids
are complete fakes
they do everything the same
grades are passed out
their are sighs
and their are cries
they get lectured
they don't care
in one ear
out the other
this is school
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
Here
here is where i stand
where i make my mark on life,
and decide what im going to do with it
here is where one small step is made a giant leap over time
where i make or break my chances of being someone
or doing anything great
this is here
this is now
where i make my mark on life,
and decide what im going to do with it
here is where one small step is made a giant leap over time
where i make or break my chances of being someone
or doing anything great
this is here
this is now
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
in the dark
in the dark Ive always stayed
ive never been out into the light
like a murderer never let out of his prison
no one tells me how life goes along
their life sings and flies the way that they want it to
mine just drags by and seems like it will never end
in the dark ive always been
in the dark i will always remain
ive never been out into the light
like a murderer never let out of his prison
no one tells me how life goes along
their life sings and flies the way that they want it to
mine just drags by and seems like it will never end
in the dark ive always been
in the dark i will always remain
the better life
for the better life
what would you do?
climb mountains
go to the ends of the earth
what for the better life
a life of luxury and
ease?
where the grass
never dies
where happiness is a surplus?
where nobody dies
where is the better life?
always where you're not
its always on the other side
what would you do?
climb mountains
go to the ends of the earth
what for the better life
a life of luxury and
ease?
where the grass
never dies
where happiness is a surplus?
where nobody dies
where is the better life?
always where you're not
its always on the other side
these hands
work
play
these hands do it all
rough, rugged, creases, and blisters
in these well worn hands
cuts and burns and scratches
these are my fishing hands
these are my climbing hands
and my building hands
these hands I'm using right now
these are my writing hands
play
these hands do it all
rough, rugged, creases, and blisters
in these well worn hands
cuts and burns and scratches
these are my fishing hands
these are my climbing hands
and my building hands
these hands I'm using right now
these are my writing hands
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