Taken

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Imagine having the one thing you wanted in life
Then imagine it gone
Now imagine being a billionaire
Then having to make money by standing on the corner singing a song
When things are taken from us our motivation goes with it
When things are taken we forget our chance to succeed existed
He gave up and gave in
Now there’s always a needle in his hand instead of his writing pen
His life seems to be over to him
Trying is completely worthless to him
He cries daily
A “no” formed from a “maybe”
The “maybe” was his chance to smile
Because he lost his child
His wife is there too
But she too has no idea what to do
They’re missing a piece of their puzzle
Their outspoken hearts have been covered with a muzzle
Time flies
Tears fall
They were so surprised
When they lost it all
She sits there and watches the raindrops fall down the window
She feels like the needle in his hand will make her a widow
She starts to cry and covers her face
He stops and walks to her
She says she can’t do this anymore
He says “I promise you won’t lose a loved one anymore”
She’s says “how if you’re doing this to yourself?”
He says “I can stop, I want you and nothing else”
Her face lights up
And the tears fade away
They both sit down and think of the events In the past few days
He lays with his wife and holds her tight
As she says “losing a child before it was even born just could never seem right”

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Fears

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As the blood slows in her veins while her heart beats at snail paced speeds
She no longer feels pain but feels she’s done a good deed
My hand touched her hair
In her eyes I saw a glare
In that glare I saw a memory of the past and wanted to go there
I saw a dream I once had
A place where it’s unheard of to be mad
A place where it’s impossible to be sad
There were lions and birds
They understood my words
I’m sure of it because they said words back
As I come back to reality I sit there in tears
Because losing you was always one of my number one fears

An End Declared

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I wish she was in your place now
I’m getting tired of how sad my poems sound
I can never write a poem with a happy ending or an uplifting mood
I try to expand the rare happiness I find but you seem to be the reason it concludes
I tried not to latch onto you and I genuinely hoped it would work
Because that way when you betrayed me it wouldnt hurt
It’s sad but I couldn’t resist and I still don’t know why
I don’t know what drew me in so much
I don’t know what voided the option of giving up
Because as much as I doubt your love for me
I don’t think I’ll be the one to be able to say it’s enough
It’ll take me to snap to realize it wasn’t for me
It’ll take away the remains of my souls that you claimed but at least I’ll be free
At least I’ll be me
Not controlled by the hopes of the things my mind says you could have been
I just don’t know what it’ll take for me to actually declare and end

Demons

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As much as I care and love my anger seems to shut it down and take over
It’s like my happiness is getting harder to find than a four leaf clover
I fight to show my positive emotions when I shouldn’t have to
I fight off my demons and no one else knows I do
No one else knows what goes through my mind
I don’t think that if I told them what thoughts enter and exit my brain they would be comfortable enough with me to come back and talk a second time
When I try to tell people what I feel I’m just dumbfounded and lost
If I could obtain pure happiness I’d do it no matter the cost
But yet I’m stuck with this anger pushing away the love I have hidden in my heart
If I knew how to overpower the anger and replace it with more love I wouldn’t waste any time to start