A fire erupts from the top of the pen,
As ash falls to rest on the page,
While I try to live like a star and shine as brightly as I can,
Till I finally fade away...
The journey never does end, and the path we take begins again,
Even though we may not want to take it, we handle it like men,
The world will spin, the innocent will sin and pain will stalk us,
As the sorrow of today and tomorrow strikes till it's finally got us,
And takes us down to the lowest point, and while we make noise,
The crowds shall overpower like thunder and scare away choice,
While we fall victim to the times we feel we have no place to turn,
As we fall to our knees before the ones we love and are not heard,
I hereby admit to cradling fear and living up to sheltering my hate,
And even missing those cold, lonely nights during sweltering days,
The times I'd sit there and stare at a blank page and start to write,
And feel the words lessen in strength the more I saw the suns light...
I shed blood to paint the shadows that follow,
And cry to use tears to polish the path they take,
And as the days fly by and the nights go slow,
I watch the stars fade and their death toll grow...
Sometimes it feels like the world is dying, and it is then I feel alive,
Because as much death I can see outside, nothing feels real inside,
The cataclysmic events that exist in our minds is so hard to describe,
But, is their a beauty in destruction, or is it just nice to live that lie?,
When I write, I sometimes concentrate between the lines themselves,
And squint my eyes and start to see a reflection closer to my own self,
And I cannot explain to you what I mean, but maybe I don't have to,
Maybe the truth is, you don't realize how similar things are with you,
So, I ask again, is beauty in destruction? Is it within the dysfunction.
We find balance and maybe lack of peace is what helps us function?,
So we follow our paths and always see headlights off in the distance,
And we survive due to the risk and the fear those lights carry within it...
I shed blood to paint the shadows that follow,
And cry to use tears to polish the path they take,
And as the days fly by and the nights go slow,
I watch the stars fade and their death toll grow...
I'll tell you what I need to show, and tell you who it is I need to know,
Me, myself and I, and I'm fine as long as I got the capability to let go,
I've come a long way, and today is a day I realized I love to live in fear,
But, I don't doubt the strength, because as scared as i can be, I'm here,
God? I don't know if he exists and don't consider it all that much now,
I find realer comfort in sitting in a shelter from the rain inside the clouds,
But, feel even more alive when I let the rain wash right over my face,
And blend in with the tears and the smile in disguise I keep tucked away,
The world is dying, and so am I. I was since I was born, but it's all okay,
Because I realize, death is beautiful in its own way and it is here to stay.
So, as I sit here in the dark and tattoo words of wisdom upon this heart,
I take time to glance up and watch the cycle of life show itself in the stars...
I shed blood to paint the shadows that follow,
And cry to use tears to polish the path they take,
And as the days fly by and the nights go slow,
I watch the stars fade and their death toll grow...
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poetry is how I learned
to speak my mind
and oh, the conversations we’ve had...
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