The flow of time, no less a decent rhyme,
a maker of musical style,
life is my song to sing,
this lyrical style cannot be beat,
only our dance will make it,
with all of this we may survive,
no shame in this love we try,
all the reality of us in truth
Once a slave to the wicked
A path I didn’t dream of
A confliction between soul and heart
How beat down I had become
Not worth or so I believed anything
Garbage was held higher than I
Traveling from one to the other
One abuse replaced by another
Addicted to…
Today I sit in the wake of freedom
Feeling as if I a loosing this grip
That I won’t be able to hang on
How tight can I grasp
How far will I fallParts of me
Small
Big
I am not entirely sure
But they want to slide backwards
To fall
To collapse
Not make it…
Reblogged from Parenting And Stuff:
Since my last post on cutting I received many comments.
Some of them were not easy to read for me, increasing my awareness to this difficult issue of self-injury.
Thank you all for sharing your personal stories or…
I died the other day
Wrapped up in my arms
Sad and all alone
Watching myself slip away
deeper into deaths dark drapes
I cried all the more
Knowing the end was nearing
I was beyond disappearingSomething else was seen
Something horrible was coming undone
A…
To you I give my love
To you I surrender my heart
My beloved to love you is a win
Dreaming is never enough
So sweet to feel you near
So sweet your voice to hear
Beloved you are everything to me
My darling never leave me behind
For we are one and the same
M…
In this box
I have many memories
Full to the brim
Some places overflowing
Like pictures
Images of what was
Some burnt in places
Others bent
So many more ripped apart
Shredded in to mangled pieces
There are those shot out of focus
Or may be a total blur
Man…
life is a burden we must live
will we sing
shall we dance
will we ever fly with these broken wings
will we keep falling
faster then it seems
farther from the highest heights
far from the truth it seems
find the spirit within
soar unhindered flight
in the…
