Destination Unforgiven

Your traffic lights, and angry rage,
Only spreading unnecessary hate
For what do you know of what lies behind,
The wheel of direction or the wheels beneath
Perhaps your selfish entitlement,
And quick drawing fingers,
Will speak words louder than your screams
A child frightened, a child in need,
A child reared by ignorance as the steam
Fills the air for you do not care
And yet we ask the same question
Punish juvenile behavior, future does not decide
For what they learn is engrained inside


Poem 20

For those that can't already tell what this is about, I was on the road and witnessed a MOTHER holding down her horn for over a minute over a situation that really wasn't that bad. (a SLIGHT cut off, not me) She did the finger, she cussed, and she drove aggressively on the largest highway. (I live in freaking D.C.) . I'm pretty sure I gave more of a damn about the young kid in the backseat than she did.

Light and the Sound of Silence

I owe my life to this city,
To the darkness of sleepless nights
I'll slowly walk the roads,
Waiting upon the flashing lights
Distinction between safe inspiration,
Or the disappearance of your mind,
Always I know I'll find my way back,
Not for anyone or anything or everything,
The death of the unexpected,
Was the birth of my recollections


Poem 19

Flow

So to make up for my recent inactivity, I actually worked harder on this one than usual, maybe you guys can relate?

OK, now this:

Black and white, the perfect architecture,
Stable society of machine made thinking,
Save your sob stories mulling over dead fields,
Blind to the greener side within your own mind
May words let you in, a brand new world,
Becoming that which you desire
Like the waves that crash on the shore,
The tsunamis and gentle low tides,
Sapping enjoyment for pain unseen
Maybe when you drop your facade,
You'll realize that in the end

It's all water, simply flowing water,
And these shores do not weep for the weak


Poem 18

Sometimes this describes exactly how I feel.

Yep, well maybe some of you can relate.  I don't obsess about it, I just imagine how things could have been different sometimes.

Back to the blog, been busy lately.

Hey everyone, sorry I've been late with everything, and haven't been too active lately on the blogs. Attended an anime convention, and totally destroyed my right arm at the rave; it's honestly a really annoying and painful minor injury that hasn't gone away in over a week, but I'm back and not dead, and will continue where I left off. It probably wasn't a good idea, but getting claps is so motivating, it almost made it worth it!  Almost... Among other things, I'm in the middle of a move also, so things will definitely speed up once I'm settled in. It's just good to be back, and be able to check out all the interesting blogs again ~wink~, and also just wanted to say thanks to all my loyal followers.

I will most likely start writing poems on a daily basis again, but I'm also working on something kind of secret as well. (hint, it has something to do with writing letters)

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The sting of my pen draws me closer
Every time, the pain two-fold,
Surrounded by intricate context,
If only you could record what you see,
As you delve into the chasms I call me
With every word I write, the pain subsides,
Even though these papercuts steal my passion,
Dripping ink from all your injuries,
At least it's not the bloodshed of yesterday


Poem 17

White Walls with Empty Seats

A world within a world,
Fortunes yet to be found
Days you enjoy without liability,
If only it were that easy
The freedom of men dwindles
Leave this place and be free,
At the cost of remaining lonely

The smiles fade and give way
Emotions disappear under the pressure
You may be right about ignorance
If only I could pretend,
Blissfully I would sleep at night
Maybe these four white walls
Could become my sanctuary