Death Does Prevail

Surrounded by life
Death still prevails.
Center of all fear
All motivation for survival.
Like a black hole
In a midst of dancing
and bliss and color.
But sometimes the frustration,
disappointment and pain of life
Makes the inevitable seem so sweet.
Like an escape.
But like it or not
When death prevails
It's eternal.
Life lasts for an instant
So the most we can do
Is make it count for some of what it's worth.
And when death does prevail
We can take it as we find it.
Don't run from it, because it will only chase after you.
And prevailing death is no slow runner.

Expectations

stop searching for perfection.
we both know you can't handle it.
and yet it's your obsession.
there are things you need to omit
from your already pathetic life.
but you can't cut them out with that knife
you hold to your throat.
I'm here to help you,
not to encourage your stupid ideas
like your other so-called friends.
I'm here to listen to you,
not to shove the truth in your face.
but I will tell you what's right and wrong.
stop searching for perfection.
are you serious? look at yourself.
your thoughts hit your mind like an infection.
you have a blade to your throat
because you futilely attempted the impossible.
Let me tell you: If everybody lived up
to everybody's expectations,
everybody would feel the strong obligation
to shoot everybody in the head.
stop searching for perfection.
stop the obsession.
stop the infection.
Live the life I know you can.
Map your own journey, make your own plans.
Be the person I know you are.
Please take my advice. I know you'll go far.

as you perceive it

Without his usual confidence and her smile of approval, he found it difficult to tell her what really needed to be said. He walked towards her, his feet slipping from underneath him. He sank to the floor, but his ambition remained solid. He let out a sigh before glancing up at her disappointed, disgraceful, caring face. She stooped to his side, and she was immediately struck with the overpowering stench of alcohol.

"I need to... I need... to tell you something..."

"Shhh," she abruptly but gently halted his slurring. It's not that she didn't care. She knew they needed to get this out in the open. But not now. She embraced him and together they rose to their feet.

"I'm sorry," he said in an almost unnaturally raspy voice. His bloodshot eyes searched her expression for a glimmer of hope. Then he cut off their eye contact with a blink and a shake of his head.

"I know." Her voice revealed a hint of an "it's going to be okay" kind of tone. Her face, however, remained stone.

He clutched his stomach and drunkenly bobbed his head back up to look at her once more. Even though he was intoxicated and disoriented, the two made a mental connection for a brief moment. A sense of understanding brushed his conscience. There was more he wanted to tell her, but if he opened his mouth he felt he would vomit.

She was more aware of his discomfort than he had realized. She took his sweaty hand in hers and repeated, "I know."

Depths

When the stars flicker
Into an infinite darkness,
So will my soul.
It's inevitable,
And my heart knows it.
All the girlish charm
Fades away.
The lies I tell myself
Are dwindling down
To the hard rock-bottom
Of the ocean that is my mind.
They transform into the truths
That hadn't penetrated my conscience
Until now.
It hurts my being
As reality surfaces
To the top
And crushes me to my knees
On the bottom.
My soul
My heart
My mind
My conscience
My being
Are now hand in hand.
They join my spirit,
And the six essences
Of the work of art
That is me
Are together at last.
Although they have traveled far,
They have enough energy
To dive as a whole
Into the depths
Of the part of me
That needs to realize
It's going to be okay.

[Moving On]

You have what you want
But I got what you need.
You've got the water
But I have the seed.
We look at each other.
Between us, a distance.
We're being pulled further
You show no resistance.
I give you my love.
You give me disgrace.
The truth that I shoved
Into your blank face
Was ignored and forgotten.
My pride that you stole
Triggered that shot
Into my heart & my soul.
But I gave you forgiveness
And each time I did
I thought I deserved this.
You were so stupid.
This ended so badly.
But I chose not to regret.
This ended so sadly.
But don't forgive or forget.
Just move on . . .

Some Advice

Some people know what they're doing.

They've got it all planned out.

But others can end up screwing

With their lives, and I doubt

They will ever change.

Helpless, Foolish people

can't help but make bad memories.

Brainwashed to their own satisfaction

They can't admit

They don't

have

a clue.

Lying, cheating, surfing a crowd

cruising through life

Eating that bowl of cherries

that idiots claim life is made of.

Nothing's wrong with being

SPoNTaNeouS

but having a sense that we call common

could really come to use...

more than one may think...

if one thinks.

I think not.

Untitled.

Awhh! This brings back memories. This is actually the first real piece of "fine literature" I wrote. I think I was around thirteen years old then. I know it's corny. But most of my other stuff is, too! :]

There comes a time
For joy and laughter.
There comes a time
For tears and disaster.
These times will have
To come and pass
But there's always an essence
That will linger and last.
You fight the bad
And cherish the good,
But you never can feel
Like you think you should.
You think evil should leave
And delight should stay longer,
But what doesn't kill you
Makes you stronger.
Bereft of courage,
You run and hide,
And all your mistakes
Are pulled in by the tide.
But it's really you
Being pulled from the shore.
This is it . . .
A futile war.
You try to swim
But don't know how.
All of your knowledge
Deserts you now.
You fight for your life
And the memories it holds.
You drop your eyes
And embrace the cold.
You bring your glance up,
And as you do,
You notices life's Hope
Beckon to you.
You quickly dig deep
And search within,
Past your flesh
To your deeper skin.
You pull yourself back
Towards the ebb and the flow,
Through the waves of the things
You didn't let yourself know.
Your skin is soaked
With things from your past.
Your heart sorts through it
And finds all of them should last.
You learn from mistakes
And the things you regret.
And you then find yourself
Not trying to forget.
It's a whole new you,
And it feels so good
To have everything feel
The way it should.

Here and Now

My intricate feelings are lost
in this mess of incredible misunderstandings
between you and yourself and your heart.
Don't look at me with those accusing eyes
when you don't even know who is behind them.
Don't listen to the useless words of those
who don't give a damn about you.
Don't listen to me either . . .
My intricate feelings are lost
and I don't know where I can feel them again.
I am just as lost as they are.
Don't look at me as I fall into this
and lose all my mind and nerves.
Don't give up on your endless futile attempts
to find whats both right and easy.
Don't give up on me either . . .
My intricate feelings are lost
Somewhere between here and now
and I can't bear to look at then and there.
Don't look at me like you understand
and you would do anything to help.
Don't walk away from this mess of problems
that you threw together by yourself.
Don't walk away from me either . . . .

And So It Begins . . .

Wait, don't blink
You're bound to miss something
Because Time has a tendancy
To fly faster than light.
But let's slow down
To the speed of sound
And let everything else pass us by.
Deep into the night
Our conversations turn
Into works of art.
A splash of laughter
A stroke of empathy
A swirl of understanding
And a variety of colors.
Add a frame
And there's our friendship.
But it will never be finished.
On occasion
We can pick up a brush
And together we'll add
Spl-att-e-rs and s/t/r/i/p/e/s
And streaks of new dimensions and hues,
Stopping every once in a while
To step back and admire our masterpiece.
And the best part is
We know we can always add more.

hmm

He had lived his life
Only waiting to die.
He never took chances.
He never aimed high.
It never occurred to him
That there may be more
To this dull boring life
That held pain in the core.
He grew up knowing nothing.
He thought of life as a game
And as he reached the end
He would have no prize to claim.
One night, he'd had enough,
And he stormed out into the rain.
But for one surreal moment
He felt it wash away his pain.
He tilted his head back
And felt the raindrops graze his face.
For once he felt at peace
For he had found a sense of grace.
Never in his life
Had he thought he'd find bliss
In such a simple thing as rain--
On his cheek its gentle kiss.
He was never open-minded
Enough to hear the sound
Of the beauty of the world
And everything around
Like the sound of raindrops
Falling from the sky
That plummet to the Earth
That was once dull and dry.
He was never open-minded
Enough to see the sights
Of the beauty of the world
He never saw the different light
That shined on things of beauty
That appear to teem
With essences of peace
Which do instill such dreams
Of joy and happiness
In anyone that sees
The beauty of this world
Who has been set free
From the chains of disappointment
And believing in the worst
And following false hope
And never learning from the first.
Although it nearly took
This man's entire life
To learn this simple lesson
After many years of strife,
He took it all for granted
And started life anew.
He learned from his experiences
And spiritually, he grew.
He finally felt happy.
With love his heart was beaming.
Finally he felt
That life truly had a meaning.

What It's Like

It's like
being in an hourglass
sitting on top of an enormous pile
feeling like the king of the world
until the ground beneath you
begins to move
and you lose your footing
which was never really as firm as it felt.
You begin to slip
into this landslide
with every other grain of sand
and you realize
they all look exactly like you.
You find yourself
squeezed into this tiny opening
and it begins to feel like a tunnel
that has a light at the end . . .
but all you can see is darkness.
The pressure begins to ease up
and you can finally breathe again
but only for a moment.
For you find yourself
being buried beneath all this sand
and ending up
in the very opposite place which you began.
suffocating
confused
and everything goes dark.

LOVEfromabeatingheart♥

You can't buy designer love
as a soft fur coat
and matching gloves
that you can slip on and off
when you're in the right mood
then store away for summer
then take out good as new
because love is too precious
to be bought and put away.
It's something that a heart
should be feeling every day.
Love is never out of season
because it isn't just a thing.
It's a feeling to be cherished
so take in the joy it brings
when it holds your beating heart
and flows through all your veins
and you feel liberated
from all your heavy chains.
Your inhibitions fade away
into things that you forget
and as your life floats by
you have nothing to regret.
This kind of freedom can't be bought
and shown off in flashy ways
but if it's held close to your heart
your life will see better days.
So don't go in search of love
because love will grab hold of you
when the timing is just right
and you can start your life anew. ♥

Box o' Spirit

I've dreamt my way
into this box
where every corner
holds a secret or two
and every wall
inside and out
reveals my most despicable faults.
But the air inside this box
makes my spirit
feel effervescently liberated.
It can't hide in a corner
or sit like a fly on a wall.
It fills every essence
of the atmosphere
beyond those walls,
pushing through those corners
till it bursts out of the seams
of this box
exposing my faults
and revealing my innermost secretive thoughts.
I feel not a trace of insecurity
as every aspect of me is scrutinized.
As long as I remain true to my soul
that spreads beyond the demolished walls,
I can always feel the warm glow
of true and pure happiness,
feeling no weight on my shoulders
or in my ever-beating heart
that will always be with you. ♥

The dorky one =P

I had never seen her before.
She looked so lonely and cold.
As she looked up, I saw her eyes
Revealing stories left untold.
They were the saddest shade of blue.
All I could do was stare.
Then she avoided eye contact,
Like she didn’t want me to care.
But of course I cared.
I just didn’t understand.
And when she fell to the ground
I offered her my hand.
But there she remained,
In her hands, her face was buried.
I felt so empathetic;
All the burdens she must carry.
My heart swelled with sadness
As I joined her on the floor.
Tears flowed through her fingers,
She couldn’t take it anymore.
Her muffled sobs grew louder
And I inched closer to her side.
I put my arm around her
And her tears I tried to dry.
I didn’t know what was wrong,
But I knew she needed me.
Though a stranger, I was wanted
More than I could see.
For the first time since we had met
She looked straight into my eyes.
"Thank you" was what she whispered,
Her eyes blue as the sky.
I knew that I had made a difference.
Her face revealed it all.
And I noticed when we stood up
That now, she seemed so tall.
I knew she was still troubled
But now she could carry on her day.
We parted with a warm embrace
And went on our separate ways.
From that day on my life has changed
Because now I know
That I can make a difference
Through what my actions show.

the Cheat

The look of anger

Intensified behind her eyes

As she stared at his face

Remembering all the lies.

But she was hardly remembering.

For forgotten, they never were.

Her unwavering gaze

Made his emotions stir.

He was uncomfortable.

She was enraged.

Their feelings, so different

But hearts on the same page.

His mental state had much remorse.

He knew he loved The Girl.

His spirit, though, held the truth.

It let reality unfurl.

For the girl he truly loved

Was not the one before him.

Would she be forgiving...?

The chances, less than slim.

She knew of the affair

But what really made her hurt

Was the scent of her perfume,

The makeup on his shirt.

She started down the hall

Then she slowed her pace.

She then released a singeing slap

right across his sorry face.

Yet she was left unsatisfied

For his expression was unchanged.

She couldn't stand him anymore.

She found him so deranged.

Her heart sank even deeper

When she heard his Lover call.

He yelled back "Just a minute"

In a sad attempt to stall.

It was pointless anyway.

The angry woman waved and left.

Turning back now, to the bedroom

of pride he was bereft.

Life...I guess.

Lifeless days

Sober nights

Drunk on darkness

He feels no hope.

She's in the next room

Gash in her heart

Bruise on her arm

Tears on her face.

The rhythm of the clock

Vibrates the air

As the walls creak

Under the pressure

Of the loneliness

And lack of love.

Silence

Between the beats

Of the clock

Keep her awake

When she wants

To sigh into sleep

And never return.

He swallows the guilt

And pounds his fist

On the ivory wall

And sends shivers

Down her cold spine.

The world drifts

into nothing

And so do they.

But all three know

That time brings memories

And these ones ought to

Burn in hell.

It's not BOREDOM, it's just cruel LAZINESS

The world seems better when
a helping hand is lent.
This load seems lighter when
another back is bent.
Since when does this bitter place
always have to be so bitter?
We wouldn't look as much like failures
if we weren't all such quitters.
It's really not called progress
if you say "I'll get to it."
You're not convincing anyone
so stop faking, hypocrite.
Passing blame like passing time
no one accepts reality.
Consequence is never claimed;
it's just all mentality.
So instead of crititcizing
just see what you can do
to improve something's well-being
and maybe your own, too.
Remember these four lines
when you need help helping out.
They will most likely help you
if your heart and mind are in doubt:
"The world seems better when
a helping hand is lent.
This load seems lighter when
another back is bent."
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