I carried the weight of the hate
but that still didn’t matter
And I was just a pawn to taunt
to my own father
So I played dumb until I was numb
to let you get away with it
but that still didn’t matter
And the sins from the pins that
were holding me together that
you laid down have snapped
and I am 50% of the women I hate
and that now matters?
But it’s too late.
Darkness falls
As the sun sets
The clouds cover the moon
As the world dims
In that darkness
There is a light
A light that shines the way
To a brighter tomorrow
Ask yourself this
When it’s only you and your thoughts
“Am I the light?”
“Or am I the dark?”
What do you see when you look at the sky?
Some see a place where we go when we die
Some see an endless ocean with its white moving life,
an aeroplane cutting through like a knife
but all I see is a deep blue sky
Some see a place so huge and high
Some see the gods looking down at them
while some see the sun as a shining gem
and it is some people’s wildest dreams to fly
in what I see, just a deep blue sky
Happiness is impossible to find
To those who seek it as a whole
Yet it can be found to those inclined
to find it in the smallest of things
The settling ghost of grief’s regret
Sadness is never the same
Once in a while, who isn’t upset
to send it away is the ultimate aim
of one’s short life
Anger is simply a pollutant
To the sweet life, just a tyrant
Or perhaps a reason to make peace
To bring people together
For who can have peace without war
And war without anger
I thirst for more but I feel so stuck
The more I think, my head feels hit by a puck
But why can’t I ever find
The reason I stay stuck in time?
To wish to grow older lets you down
The quicker I age, the more I drown
But why is it that I can’t find my reason to achieve?
So many praises, so many expectations
So many things to weigh on my mind
I known of I try I’ll gain the things I want
I need to stop the laziness and get back to the grind
Nature is sown into you and I
It flows through our veins
But if this connects us together
What is it that separates us?
Because we are two different people,
Whose hearts clash more than water and oil.
If nature is who you are,
You must be a hurricane of pain,
Destroying everything but yourself,
As you drown in your bitter rain
And heavy wind.
You rip apart the most special parts of who you are.
And find a twisted pleasure in deflowering
The most special elements of yourself.
A misshapen storm of branches and petals
Are the only evidence you have,
To prove that you have goodness inside of you
But storms are too much
Aren’t they?
They are uncontrollable
And emotional,
The very things you hate,
The very things you are.
If nature is who I am,
I must be a typhoon of confusion,
As I pick up seas of feelings,
And cry them out through clouds of grief,
That I refuse to let go of.
I’m not as fast as you,
Not as harsh,
Not as well known.
I carry the wind and the waves,
With a grace you could never grow.
You are a product of fiery heat and frustration,
I am as mobile as the water beneath me.
I am a beautiful tragedy,
You are a destructive mess.
Keep taking,
You know nothing better.
I will keep loving,
I know nothing purer.
But I do know,
That if I’m nature,
I am also the dew on the fresh summer grass,
I am in the bird’s song.
My eyes are in the earth,
My lips are in the flowers,
I am a ray of sun,
That not even your darkness could dim.
You will always be stuck in the winter,
Not the snow,
But rather the decaying leaves,
That never receives the peace of sleep,
You will remain frozen in time,
A piece of preserved loneliness,
A reminder of my past,
A warning to my future,
To never forget the nature inside of me.
Love’s nature.