I drain my thoughts through my pen. That's the only way I breathe.
Is that a lightning or just Zeus playing with his lightening bolt? How can I tell? I am drunk on Noah's grape booze. I am drunk, and all just seems blur
By Harydo Neon7 years ago in Poets
Like a thief in the night, it has arrived This day, this moment, this hour, I am not surprised Maybe I am, but actually hid it pretty good
Life, so short, yet seems like it's taking forever We live life as though we own it and decide it But we fail to neglect life's worst enemy, Time.
Sometimes life isn't all it seems It stages itself as though all it did was blossom No one warned that the blossom bore forth thorns
I stand firm, no minding my surrounding Till this beauty unwittingly draws my attention She has a perfect height and perfect stature
Living, Life, one made out of the other Laughter, Sadness, half-brothers from the same mother Injury, Scars, one heals while the other reminds
The view, shady yet still so clear I tend to see so much that it brings tears The past, future, present connected by a single thread
And so it begins, the beginning of the end The wrinkled end of a loose thread The succumbed situation of vain accomplishments
I sink inside my thoughts thinking What if, what if not, what about Laughter into tears in a second Mighty falls to the floor in an eye bop
It's late, it's dark, no stars I try so hard but i can't I stare so deep into my heart Am i cold, am i hot or lukewarm What is the purpose of life?
Nothing is as disturbing as the unknown It makes you think and neglect the known But if one had the knowledge of the future
"It is but a torment that bites me It is like a leech attached to my skin I try to get rid of it but yet still It wouldn't allow me to have the breath of true peace
