Poetry
Hey
Hey, I Don’t Know, Where Should I Start,
Emotion’s Exploded, Now Widely Apart,
Where Do I Go, With No Motivation
Lack Of Stimuli, No Inspiration
Powerful Words, But No Direction
Light Is Needed, But I See Reflection
One; Toneless Word,
Comma’s Lose Meaning,
Forget What You Heard,
It Is Not What You’re Seeing,
Two; Senses, Only Linger And Lie,
As You Hide, Your Fear Multiplies,
Accept The Truth, False Though It Might,
To Get Over Mine, I Continue To Write,
Three; Flow, Is That Of A Wave,
Explosive Beats Of Unsettled Emotion,
Sanity’s Consequence Is The Commotion,
An Understanding ‘Normal’, NEVER Attempt,
Four(th); Questions; He Asked To Express,
To Write Anything, And ‘Hey, I Don’t Know’,
He Said, Hold No Worry, Without A Correction,
But I Am The ‘Ist Of My Pointless Perfection,
Catch A Message, Interpret Read In My Lines,
For Individuality Is Different, Yours Is Not Mine.
Originality Is Dead - For True.
I’m Stuck,
WRONG Generation,
Originality; Is Dead,
But Mine; Is Alive
I Wished, I Hoped,
Struggling To Survive
I’m Trapped, Est. Thousands
& I Say
Contradictions, Face Me,
Society Has Tainted Me
Been This Way Since,
My Teens,
But Lately, I’m Breaking,
Slowly Wanting,
Craving,
My Real Life
It’s A Need.
& I SCREAMED
The Worst Things In Life
Come Free To Us
But I Just Don’t Understand
Why I Wasn’t Born A Decade Earlier
& I Don’t Wanna Go Outside, Tomorrow
& In The Slight, I’ll Fly Right Back In Time
To Find Out What Was Truly Mine
It’s Too COLD, Outside
For My Truth To Fly
My Roots To Fly
To Fly
Teardrops
they fall from my eyes
like they fall from the sky’s
aggressively fast or intensely slow
only a heart can choose it’s tempo
control them but a skill you require
it is not an emotion that you’d aspire
because when warm liquid is escaping
you blink but it is still a soothing pain
Teardrops, if you’ve ever cried, or shed a tear.
dedicated to the king of pop; 1958-2009
two years to this day. ♥ [26th June’11]
the beauty through his voice
a nature, his posture and poise
the perfectionist he was
amazingly talented because.
he was a person of his own
a King he was but felt alone
his pride was not just stolen
but destroyed, stripped, broken
pain, a struggle, lived throughout
i respect him for that no doubt
cherished memories of a Jackson childhood;
that 90’s kid swag, only 90’s kids could
a wish, a belief, for him to live on, is my desire
his music, dance, his soul, this i will acquire.
More, To Come :D