I have a tight grasp on what I want
and I'm not letting go
I know what I'm losing, and that's why I can't lose it
the only perfection I was close to is shattering
and it was by my hand
I am to blame for this slow release...
At least that is what I fear
my grip will always be tight, I cannot know what lies on the other end
but without both sides holding on
I will fall hardest.
The reason behind these poems being posted like that is because I wanted to post one a day, everyday. I haven't been doing that. So figured I could make it up by posting three in a row. These poems are all impromptu. They reflect what I'm going through currently. This is by far the worst situation I've ever been in. If I don't blog regularly in this period of my life, I would not be doing anything productive. and that's just being honest. I'm losing a lot; including my sanity. so this blog is exactly as it's described. It's my vent.
It is my world...
but that's a selfish way to see it
If I had control, all the beaches would have white sand
No one would starve
And I would have you
The world is mine...
and that's a horrible way of putting it
If time was under my jurisdiction, my faults would be corrected
plus, the experience from that points future would have fortified us
Life is in my hands...How egotistical
But if I had my way, it would always be at a standstill for you.
but that's a selfish way to see it
If I had control, all the beaches would have white sand
No one would starve
And I would have you
The world is mine...
and that's a horrible way of putting it
If time was under my jurisdiction, my faults would be corrected
plus, the experience from that points future would have fortified us
Life is in my hands...How egotistical
But if I had my way, it would always be at a standstill for you.
Listening to songs of the past, They bear a different meaning
as I listen more carefully, I hear more than just noise
more than complementary ambiance...
Tones I never realized were there,
chimes that could change minds...
Arrangements that could make your heart skip a beat...
Maybe every song deserves more than one listen,
Using your brain to understand the song as a whole can change perspective
Going into the mind of the composer builds respect
seeing it from the other side can make you a better person
Don't just hear, Listen.
as I listen more carefully, I hear more than just noise
more than complementary ambiance...
Tones I never realized were there,
chimes that could change minds...
Arrangements that could make your heart skip a beat...
Maybe every song deserves more than one listen,
Using your brain to understand the song as a whole can change perspective
Going into the mind of the composer builds respect
seeing it from the other side can make you a better person
Don't just hear, Listen.
It's all so confined, my thoughts
They're all about one thing...person
and they all hurt me
there is no turning back, but there is working through
even when we will be reminded of it always...
I've locked myself into the padded room, and I fear I'll never escape
but maybe that's the problem
I'm concerned with escaping when embracing is the key
embracing is the key...
Even when I do, though, it's all too real for me
But if I don't, then it puts me in a place I don't want to be
It's the sickness I have to live with until she can cure me
and she will...
and she will.
They're all about one thing...person
and they all hurt me
there is no turning back, but there is working through
even when we will be reminded of it always...
I've locked myself into the padded room, and I fear I'll never escape
but maybe that's the problem
I'm concerned with escaping when embracing is the key
embracing is the key...
Even when I do, though, it's all too real for me
But if I don't, then it puts me in a place I don't want to be
It's the sickness I have to live with until she can cure me
and she will...
and she will.
