"Melodies"

A melody ringing in my head, ringing on until it's dead

The sound truly never dies, just lightly ripples in the back of my mind

My eyes begin to see new colors, which bewilder my black and white world

Kids laughing and playing, prancing and ranting, slowly building up
sparks of energy..


Days have passed, Months have passed, Years have passed, Time has passed

Days I'll never get back, Months I'll never get back, Years I'll never
see again..

But the kid in the back of my mind is still laughing, enjoying a melody
that never grew sour to him.

Life really is served with a bittersweet taste, even still... I'll never
stop drinking
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This is a dream I had awhile back...where someone was asking me
questions...


"Inside the Darkness"

- Hey..what do you want out of life?
...To be a kid again...to relive all those moments trapped in time...to
redo everything....and get the chance...to live..

- How do you intend to do that?..
...Maybe..when I die...I'll be able to get that second chance..

- And if you don't?..
...I'll deal with that...when the time comes for me to deal with it..

- Is that what you truly want?..
...I don't know...it's hard to...really say...maybe somewhere down the
line I lost myself...so far I haven't been able to find myself...this
seems to be all thats on my mind..

- Why..?
In my dreams, are the only places where I'm happy...I can relive those
days...inside my mind...

- What do you see when you look forward?
...Forward...?

- Your future
I....can't see anything...I don't see anything at all...all I can
see...is whats in back of me..

- Does this bother you?...
No...it brings a smile to my face..

- Why?...
Because that kid over there laying on top of that hill...looking into
the sky is me...and I'd like to join him...

"Puppet"


There is a time for laughter..
and a time for pain..
knowing..that nothing..will ever be the same..
is it such a sin..to hide away?..
is it such a sin..to leave yourself behind..?
smile now..to reminisce good thoughts within your past..
cry later..when you can no longer hide..
amidst your smile..
because something fake...
Never Lasts..

Regardless of all aspects of personal goals, religious goals, and any of
the likes. Life comes down to one thing.

All humans search for one thing. "Happiness". That is the meaning of
life. It comes in so many different forms, and is achieved through so
many different ways, yet it is the single most hardest thing to obtain
an everlasting sense of.

So in final thought...some people serve God and it makes them happy
knowing they're doing so, some people pursue careers to start a family
and be able to support them because that would give them happiness....

That is what the meaning of life is to our egos

The meaning of life to our species, is to simply carry on our existence.
If I were to explain any of my thoughts any further I'd make no sense,
so I'll stop here.

These are just my opinions though. The more a human tries to make sense
of his life, the less sense he makes sometimes. Or at least in my case
lol...What I truly believe life is all about, has to do with DMT and the
"spirit molecule" theory...pretty complex stuff...

lol thanx gurl

It can either be the truth, or it can be far from the truth. Sometimes,
a person is having a very significant personal struggle, and normally,
those sorts of struggles are meant to be kept secret. Although people
say its good to completely know your partner, there are obviously parts
of yourself you'd prefer your partner not to see right?

I only know this because I had to leave somebody once, and it was the
first time in my life I'd ever done that. I've been single for 2 years
since so...obvious I wasn't lying.

If some type of struggle isn't the case, then basically...its an easy
way for a person to let you go without hurting you.

hope you get through this man, take it easy.

Thanx mom and country girl..I'm sorta new here...so I'm not sure what to
do as far as posting here. If I want to add more poems, do I start a new
topic for each poem? or should I just keep adding to this topic I
started? Thanx for helping me out.

I believe people who are quick to disregard another's opinion, are
afraid. There are people in life, who love to talk about their outlooks
and opinions on the ethical values of their own life. Then there are
people who also love to talk about these things, without wanting to hear
the others opinion.

It all depends on what the reference is.

For example, if two people were talking about Death, and what happens
afterwards.

if 1 person is religious, while the other is spiritual, sometimes it can
go easily, where two simply state their opinion and just collaborate in
thought. Or it can go bad, and 1 will highly disagree with the other.

To many, Death is a scary thing to question, and if thought upon for too
long, it can bewilder certain people. Therefore, they would like to
believe something in particular, which makes them feel safe, and also
they believe is the truth. While on the other hand, certain people
believe the possibilities are endless, so they dwell on the thought a
lot, its an interesting thought, but it doesn't scare them.

So it all depends...other than that, it just depends on what type of
person you are, if a person has a dominant personality, they like to
believe they are always right and push their opinions onto people.

Then again, this is just my opinion lol disagreeing with it, is
perfectly fine with me.

and just so people don't get the impression that I've never smiled in my
life lol. Here is a less intense one that was written when I was happy.

"Castle In The Sand"

..I will come for you someday...and take you by the hand..
...Together we can live...in the castle in the sand...
...We can fly through the night..
.....And even through the clouds.....
..Nothing can stop this moment..
................In the castle in the sand.................

Thanx for the kind words...I suppose a lot has happened in my life, as
has happened in any other person's life. I'll take that offer, as it's
always a pleasure to meet a new person.

Here is another poem I wrote years ago.

Enjoi

"Flight of The Lonesome Hawk"


Sometimes I get caught up in the scenery...
the birds, the sky, the atmosphere and everything within it...
just being caught up..in my own meaningless thoughts..
someday..these won't be just thoughts...
you'll see a lonesome hawk..
soaring above and beyond the skies...
looking down on everything...
watching his scenery go by...
teardrops streaming down his beak..
as he flies away...
saying goodbye...
to everything and anything he ever knew...

I never wanted to be alone...
It was just something that happened...
curled up in a tiny ball...
crying in the emptiness of it all..
I never asked to be alone...
painful thoughts are all thats shown...
I never liked being alone...
Its just something I had to live with...

Every so often..the light glistens upon my soul...
But the light sees nothing to save...nothing worth the effort...
so it walks away..
just like everything else...

Rough Divide


The world I live in, keeps on moving
It continues to move further and further away from me
Surroundings change, people change, things grow even colder than before
The world continues to move, continues to move onwards
without me...

A rusted Anchor am I, casted into the deep black sea
Drifting here for minutes, hours, days, years...
Drifting here forever, in the mind of my own
Upon the opening of my eyes, upon the closing of my eyes...
I ask myself over and over again..what am I waiting for?...

Maybe it's true, not everyone belongs in this world
While such great spirits die for unjust cause,
While such great minds decay in rotting cells
This bastard right here, right now lives
Upon his thrown of emptiness.

A rusted anchor long since forgotten, ever so gently whithering away...
Am I really waiting for that moment? that time in the end?
Where that hole will finally open...
I count in my head the steps I take, the breathes I take, the beats of
my heart
Until suddenly, it will stop...

The last exhale of a being that never really existed...
Does it matter? to this world that continues to move onwards without
me?..
Maybe for a second...a day...maybe even so...
Until everyone realizes, that I never existed in the first place

I guess I am just waiting for that moment
For this bastard to be taken away from this world that continues to grow
Because a bastard like me, will only hinder this world
As I take my last breathe upon that day...
It will be the first and last second..
That I actually lived...and moved with the world