Not really a poem, just thoughts...
coachchris
Kelowna, British Columbia, Canada Posts: 749
It’s funny how one thing can me make me rock in my chair like a boy and cry over and over again. Nobody understands my pain. It’s different for everyone I’m sure. Why do I feel so helpless? The guitar continues its grip and the tears never stop flowing. I’d stand and listen for endless hours and my eyes would never run dry. Twenty-seven years of frustration captured in seven minutes and fifty-five seconds. It doesn’t seem possible or plausible. The volume is never loud enough. The length is never long enough. My thoughts however can disappear without condolences. I often lie in bed and look above aimlessly searching for something, what exactly I’m still unsure of. Answers don’t appear and neither do dreams. What ever happened to fairy tales? Oh wait I do wake up to a pea under the mattress that’s right….Oh why? Why? Yeah, everything is going to be all right. Yeah, everything will be fine. Just keep telling yourself that. Just pass on the blame to the crowd that’s gathered around. These voices really need to end. They keep calling me. You, You’re still alive….shit.
Adolescence in essence is all about trust.
Leaving is for the answering machine.
Leaving is for the answering machine.
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i think alive is one of the most hopeful songs
i mean it says it, i'm i'm still alive
which is just amazing,
as for my thoughts, i'm i'm still alive and going to the community market, then going to buy a kid a pumpkin and some carving tools, the best cure for whatever ails me isn't music, it's kids, carving pumpkins, and community markets. i don't know why. i used to hate living where i do. i got out, way out and then came back, and . . . it's weird.
but music helps a lot of people, hanging on to your guitar i think is great. whatever it takes to float your boat, as long as it's not a sinking ship.
I also want to add some other words by an amazing lyricist:
"Oh you're in your own world, let's see the whole world,
let's pick up your soul".
but memories...they eat me
I've seen it all before,...
bring it on cause I'm no victim.
-Ghost
should have went to the fire and slept outside
now i wait for one to ask me out again
i could listen forever
your the best ever
poem for dc
play that funky piano sad thang and make me cry pluto