You’re all the same, Having a firey passion in your eyes, Wondering if this love you have still exist On this universe that we are planted on. On this plant , this is so called Earth, Maybe this isn’t earth, Maybe love isn’t love, Maybe we aren’t humans. But unknown creatures that Others fear way beyond our time. Maybe we’re the aliens. Maybe we’re the thing that people most fear, Think about it.
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What I hate about getting older Where's my naivety? Wonder when I'm gonna get taller Where's my naivety? Thinkin back when we were younger All of the things we believed that we could do Don't wanna live by fear of failure Where's my naivety? Somehow lost along the way This is me Honestly I’ve got no apologies I'm done chasing things that don't belong to me This is real It's how I feel With one shoulder on the wheel What I'm searchin for grows further out of reach. I am from a photo albums collecting dust next to old nintendo games , from coconut smelling perfume and heavy metal/rock band shirts. I am from a miniature duplex with the brown paint somewhat chipped off and dented memories as you open the door. I am from lovely smelling lilies, from the maple trees dripping sap onto its bark. I’m from Musical and humorous, from Carol and Calvin, i’m from the repeaters and loud talkers and from the kind hearted. I’m from the Have you learned your lesson and I love you all the time. From the I love you; you love me, I’m from Cooper/Battle reunions, I’m from Grand Rapids and Irish heritage. From Pasta Salad and constant cooked Hot dogs. From the hilarious time of when my cousin got bucked off a horse. Was a few feet in the air soaring like an eagle From the miniature box of picture, and trinkets on my cluttered dresser. It’s spring, but still feeling the chills of winter. Attached to us like a roaming spirit, never technically leaving us permanently. It’s summer, but still feeling the fresh crisp of spring. Short-term like losing a thought/thing, but always returns momentarily. It’s fall, But still feeling the beaming hot sun of summer, Shining it’s eternal light, And leaving from day to night. It’s winter, But still seeing the dying leaves for fall. Crushed and decomposed, but knowing I will see you again. BEEP! BEEP! Snooze BEEP! BEEP! Awoken From the anxious sounding alarm clock, Wishing sleep was the only option. Tossing, turning, whining, stretching. Racing to the shower likes an obstacle course. Half asleep, blinded by the light, barely making it. Shaving and washing my body at lightning speed, But still dozing off from time the time, as the blazing hot water hits, Reminding there’s no time for lollygagging. SCRRREEECH! Of the faucet turning off. RUN! RUN! RUN! Time's a ticking, Changing clothes as my life depends on it. Brushing my teeth quick, could see steam from my tooth brush. And TIME! What is life? An infinite force around the world that determines what we do, Where we go, how long we live? Tis it’s both personal and in personal, bring us all close, but then again so far away. Terrifying yet satisfying, Never knowing what it will throw at you. Never knowing it’s tricks it place upon you, time and time again. It’s life, Messing with us. With its inner destruction. With its inner light. You’ve went through hell and back, from one person to another. Becoming worn out, used up. Through the dead leaves of Autumn to the chilling, wet snow of winter. Through the muddy slick dirt of spring to the burning hot cement of summer. To your unraveling laces, To the dried up red and white paint Splattered upon your brown color of origin. In my eyes you will always be my favorite boots. 12 feet under,it’s cold, lonely, gloomy. Sadness is digging this hole deeper and deeper, The world keeps moving as things are still in this deep dark abyss called mind and body. Deeper and deeper desperate to hold onto any hope. Shutting down the love and the happiness that you once had, Realizing it was all a houkes. I see you, and you see me, And as our eyes meet across the room You feel something and as do I. The feeling of nervousness and happiness spreads through the class that was physics. Speaks to me at the beginning of class. Butterflies flutter all around in my stomach, My mind is wondering if he feels the same way. If he feels the connection, the spark between us The never ending emotion of love. The flirtation,texting,talking became more. It became something amazing, It became dating and with dating comes with falling in love, And that's exactly what happened. All from that one physics class… The pounding of the drums, The sweet strum of both the guitar and the bass as the guitarist and bass men plays their sweet riff, The rawness and gravelly voice of the lead vocals, making every ounce of the song tie all together. The crowd roaring full of excitement Singing the lyrics to the songs at the top of their lungs. |
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