I try to be free so I get mad a lot, like when somebody doesn't answer at my question as I would like to...I get mad too easy.
I live my day alone looking for freedom, and I know I will be free from this obsession when I will reach my goal.. this is not easy.. I hope in a year...
With an A and G and 1,2,3,
Out the window and upon the stars,
Following dreams and polluted streams,
Through the universe, heading for Mars,
Heavy footsteps hidden by sounds of wonder as ye stares high from above.
Clouds of white...
and push away or swat at these feelings my hands just phase right through, I'm really am trying to be positive but it’s not working, the more I try the more I fail, is the failure just life’s way of telling me get used to this because you can’t change it?
Believe what you must.
Create hope, live with hope, pay for hope, pray for hope, believe in hope and be comforted by hope.
Wars are created and all are controlled.
Many different forms, each with different ideas, beliefs, leaders and rules to be followed...
The water gleams upon the stones that we call home.
Dust and dirt and sand it hurts when blown on parched, cracked faces;
Water for granted and food it's fasted in poverty striken wasteland.
Roll with wind as the peasant joins the land...
that goes on constantly in my mind! Sometimes its like a thousand different thoughts locked in and I struggle as they rush forward, demanding my attention all at the same time. I don't know how to calm down my mind as it goes on and on and the thoughts keep flowing. Sometimes...
within my own head; I'll just liken it to feeling like one of those unsuspecting victims in a Saw movie, it's just ******* torture,lol. But what I'll tell instead in a prolonged dialogue is how it felt for me to... I guess you can call it an 'escape'... from the learned or...
My mind is full of pebbles,
Little glass and colourful,
They shine like stars as ideas burst from veins like squirts of paint.
My eyelids are dark and bagged,
My eyes they shine out anyway,
They see around from sky to ground and create my world of everyday...
Words of encouragement never make it past security,
I can’t envision the sun rising tomorrow because I can’t see past the prison bars,
It would be nice to have visitors but I fear that once they get in, they won’t be able to leave, so it’s better that I am left to rot...
I just see limitations around me and focus on the small things I can cope with. I get depressed a hell of a lot.and when I have physical pain I feel more shut down and closed offwith my ear problems I feel so limited at timesand the worry over income and education ....love...
I sit in a classroom with words in my head.
They never go in so I may as well be dead.
The thoughts are for thinking but they're too hard for me.
The words go in one ear, then straight out the other.
I'm sorry you've wasted, all of your time.
On telling me...
NOTE TO READERS: This poem is not about me, it is about famous New Zealand poet James K. Baxter and is part of a scripted drama performance which I wrote. However, if you wish to relate the poem to other people you know or yourselves, that is fine. Please feel free to leave...
Hey guys, i have come on here in the hope ill meet some like minded people, with some advice, or just to take the journey with. Since leaving uni, starting a new job, moving away, moving in with my gf, i feel like i have completly lost myself. It has been like a huge smack in the...
A prisoner in a time of war,
A camper in the field,
A soldier tramping off to war,
says goodbye to all his friends.
Red is the colour of shiny new shoes on school childs feet.
Red is the beautiful bow in baby's hair.
Red is the colour of blistered feet on...
So raw so true so deep.
You think you know what's coming out my mouth next,
But sir, you know nothing,
So sit back, shut it down and enjoy the ride.
Into my mind, the one place I rule.
The one destination you may never leave from.
When the lights shut off and the...
open eyes and yellow hearts,
Trees of green blowing in the wind,
float on stars with silver faces,
Meet the moon, pocked and old,
Once was cheese but now is rock,
Fall asleep and wake up sun,
always in a hurry,
Floating ships and orange fields...
waves of white
stars of light
burning bright in the autumn night
blue and red they do shed their light composed with moons of yellow
Truth and lies
blinking darkly under skies
Cloud and rain
forms the chain
in which they...
The old man asks the voice, 'How many people can you see out the window?'
"No one, I can't see anyone out the window" the voice says.
'Correct' says the old man. Do you know why you can't see anyone out the window?
"No" says the voice, "I don't know why I...
I feel as though it is eating me alive! It can be a normal day nothing happen but I still just want to cry! Or I can be okay & someone say something little & i get so emotional.. For example, my friend was suppose to go to the movies with me she called sick & i burst into tears...