FEEL GOOD,
because you supposed to
nothing is owed to you
evil is always demonstrated
if you dont make it
you know they hated
so feel good
cause if you could you would
do anything you put your mind to
sign for anything you can put a line through
so may i remind you
feel good
so what if its not leather and wood
and the people at work around you up to no good
its understood
that you know yourself
and correct them if they wrong
you know you care
so feel good
stay focus;
a dream is just a dream until you live it
stay open;
because trust is just a word until you give it
stay hoping;
because love is just a word until you try it
and stay knowing;
living only means that one day your going to die
FEEL GOOD!
My Web
Wrapped in my own thoughts
Stinging pains coming from within
Numbing my innocence
Grasping for some form of aide
Clinging to the first sign of attention
Truths later figments
Illusions formerly facts
What a web I weave
I know the outcome
I’ve felt that pain
It grows more complicated than the last
Continuously drudging through the muck
Struggling for air
I’ve spun this web before
There are no ins and outs
Woven in my own web of factual figments
Yet I dare build another
I’ve struggled for years to find my voice and have the courage to share my words… often this leads me to miserable bouts of insomnia. I wrote this in the middle of the night… once again, I couldn't sleep.
I think these thoughts inside my head… up all night, they don’t let me sleep, up all night, they want to speak. Stuck inside, thoughts thinkin, barely breathin’, all crammed inside. Thinkin’, thinkin’, thinkin’, STOP! Please leave these thoughts and let me be… LET ME BE!
CAN’T! Got somethin’ to say, gotta find my voice and set them free. Somebody put these thoughts inside my head, blessed me with this curse that keeps me up at night. My invisable thoughts, can’t nobody see, ‘cuz I never explored that side of me. Never the courage to give my thoughts words to speak… can’t get ‘em out. SILENCED, can’t cough up the words. SCARED, what might you think of me? My words, my mind, thoughts inside of me, anxiously waiting their debut. Someday their voice will come, crackly at first, then well-versed. They’ll breathe fresh air, claim their space… I can only hope they’ll find their place.
No more invisable thoughts... I need to find my words.
What happens when the temperature raises that makes us all a little more audacious and unbound by our individual realities in life?
Could it be that the air smells like sugar? That the breeze stirs up sounds of city, long forgotten in the dead of winter? That our taste buds are awakened with the pleasure of eating fresh food from the earth? Or that the sun feels like a gentle message every time it touches our pasty skin?
Perhaps summertime arouses our senses in a way that can satisfy even the most resilient traces of discontentment inside… leaving us all a little more at peace within ourselves.
it mkes me feel like..