#3
CBBoot
Posts: 28
I wait for a moment and I feel a moment pass
Poured my wishes in an hour glass
Guess I want to believe her face will never change
All my faces seem to stay the same........
The bereaved soul forgotten in the whim of a newly lived life
Traced on a sand less beach, coming through only at nightfall,
Is laid to rest upon the altar of hope.
Hope…. a most foolhardy belief, which is bestowed in us all,
Has become transparent on the borders of reality,
Only in the fictitious mind can hope evolve.
Darkness in my thoughts now, although darkness is never a problem
Showing false colors and imaginary myths that haunt my dreams…
In awakening I find the day is riddled with moments of my sleep.
Resistance of something irresistible is feudal and as the days grow
I find resisting the irresistible takes no toll physically, only in the mind
Where I have been strongest in life am I now weaker and less innocent.
Innocence….the most attractive quality….
Never an appearance, for treasure is always buried deep beneath the surface.
The colluded hours which pass by in the simplest of fashion
Are mixed with schizophrenic timeframes and counted by old objects and words,
They light the grimness in an impossible way that can be seen by one set of
eyes,
The eyes that are not distilled in the ideologies of happiness.
Happiness….a fake term that ascends me from sadness.
As the late night approaches depressants set in and I am no longer depressed.
Frequent occurrences bring satisfaction as I squander my wealth.
Grotesque lumps and fumes have turned my insides blissfully yellow
The tarnished paths lead to a forest of capabilities
In the willingness to continue lays opportunities to finish from friendship.
Friendship….of all the things….extract me from this thought
Bleakness is hidden along side words for another,
Entrenched by the sea, they rest dormant in an inside world.
As the end clears the light shows through
In all its glory the word that I thought to be the most important has left me
And I am left looking for the truth of the word I want.
I beg for the awkward moments that crept under my skin when I was in love.
Love….as obsolete as the other four but in it lies all of them
From a man that said “there is no life without love” I curse him
Is love that is not returned love? Could a valueless feeling grant merit in his
eyes?
In all that I have said I know it is what I have left unsaid that should be
held close
That is….I have all these things. Love, Friendship, Happiness, Innocence, Hope.
It is the inner workings of my being that they revolve and make me better
As they make you better and all of us for that matter.
My beliefs lead me to look at these things in the darkest of light
And when it appears that all of these have escaped me
I find myself believing in them the most.
Poured my wishes in an hour glass
Guess I want to believe her face will never change
All my faces seem to stay the same........
The bereaved soul forgotten in the whim of a newly lived life
Traced on a sand less beach, coming through only at nightfall,
Is laid to rest upon the altar of hope.
Hope…. a most foolhardy belief, which is bestowed in us all,
Has become transparent on the borders of reality,
Only in the fictitious mind can hope evolve.
Darkness in my thoughts now, although darkness is never a problem
Showing false colors and imaginary myths that haunt my dreams…
In awakening I find the day is riddled with moments of my sleep.
Resistance of something irresistible is feudal and as the days grow
I find resisting the irresistible takes no toll physically, only in the mind
Where I have been strongest in life am I now weaker and less innocent.
Innocence….the most attractive quality….
Never an appearance, for treasure is always buried deep beneath the surface.
The colluded hours which pass by in the simplest of fashion
Are mixed with schizophrenic timeframes and counted by old objects and words,
They light the grimness in an impossible way that can be seen by one set of
eyes,
The eyes that are not distilled in the ideologies of happiness.
Happiness….a fake term that ascends me from sadness.
As the late night approaches depressants set in and I am no longer depressed.
Frequent occurrences bring satisfaction as I squander my wealth.
Grotesque lumps and fumes have turned my insides blissfully yellow
The tarnished paths lead to a forest of capabilities
In the willingness to continue lays opportunities to finish from friendship.
Friendship….of all the things….extract me from this thought
Bleakness is hidden along side words for another,
Entrenched by the sea, they rest dormant in an inside world.
As the end clears the light shows through
In all its glory the word that I thought to be the most important has left me
And I am left looking for the truth of the word I want.
I beg for the awkward moments that crept under my skin when I was in love.
Love….as obsolete as the other four but in it lies all of them
From a man that said “there is no life without love” I curse him
Is love that is not returned love? Could a valueless feeling grant merit in his
eyes?
In all that I have said I know it is what I have left unsaid that should be
held close
That is….I have all these things. Love, Friendship, Happiness, Innocence, Hope.
It is the inner workings of my being that they revolve and make me better
As they make you better and all of us for that matter.
My beliefs lead me to look at these things in the darkest of light
And when it appears that all of these have escaped me
I find myself believing in them the most.
i don't need drugs to make my life tragic.....ev
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