lyingthoughtsspiral

It's early in the morning, Wake up in bed, Feel the familiar buzzing of a hung over head. Last night's party, Cocaine & pills. Waking up on a day like this, A good nights sleep I truly miss. This addiction, This obsession, I tried to give up. But hey thats something else I screwed up. Welcome to the world of a junkie, Lasting the night is a dream, Waking up is a dream come true. Lying on the pavement, Or passed out on a bed, This is my life, The colour red. Red is my blood, Red is my wine, Red is the colour that suits me fine. So many lives in total disarray, Did anyone find a happy ending anyway? Newfound freedom comes

Sitting on the deck one Sunday afternoon, Coffee in hand, Feet up. Watching the grandchildren grow up. Seeing his children married, Good jobs, happy lives, Making great husbands and wives. Looking back into the past, How those young years went so fast. Born in the 1900's, Welcome to 2004, You may have noticed things have changed, And will forever more. 1940's the first child's born, Trying to make ends meet, Hearing the running of little feet. 1950's welcome to the second child, A son, hey he'll make me proud. 1960's year of the hippies, A new daughter, She'll grow up in the water. Years went by, He worked hard, He was

And I'm trying to make it, But I can't without you. And I'm trying to get over it, But it's so hard to do. And I've been through so much, But nobody knows. And your making it so hard, To get over you. All I want is, To make it, But I don't think I can. Please save me, From everything, Coz I want this to end. Please help me, Coz I know that you can. But I know I'll have to work as hard as you do. Coz things don't just fall all into place, If only they could. So I could look you in the face, And say, "I'm trying to make it, And I know that I can."

The Poet Like An Artist… As his pen scrawls across the page, Poetic words appear. Just like an artist painting, His brush making fine strokes. Look for once behind the letters, The rhyming words of soul, And look beyond all of this, And you will see the art of it all. For this is what makes writing special, It's an art all of its own. It can't just come from nothing, From someone who just writes words. It needs to come from the soul, Where all the art & treasures lie. My dear sweet poet, Is an artist in disguise.

Today as I stood watching, You from afar. I realized something I needed to, Your not as great as I think you are. I used to think your perfect, How can someone be that sweet? That wont get you to far. You think your so damn gorgeous, And hey, yeah you are, But honey you might wanna realize, That wont get you to far. You honestly think we're all missing not being with you, But I'm not missing a thing. I have a life, I love my friends, And their always there till the end, You my friend, Your not…

Mirror, Mirror Look in the mirror, Hate what I see. What am I becoming, Is this me? Clench my fists, Curse and swear, Don't know what I'm feeling, How much more can I bear? Look around me, What can I see? Everyone I love, But do they love me? I am the dead child, No one can see. Even my reflection is fading, The light dimming, My mind swimming. Mirror, Mirror, Let me see, Is this all really me?

Acceptance… Why in this world does no one accept what is happening around them? Whether it's the breakdown of a relationship, or parents realising their children are growing up, or the fights with your friends, You need to accept the reality that it will either get better or worse. And sometimes when it gets worse, you just need to realise, that you have to make the best of what you have. If people can accept you for what you are & what you are trying to become, You have been giving a true gift. But if people don't accept it, Work with what you're given & never give up. When you feel you've had enough of the world, Just remember tho

Think'n Outside Of The Box… And I'm trying to think outside of the box, But it's so hard to do when you've got so many people talking down to you. Trying to look like I know something, When I haven't really learnt a thing. Earning so many peoples respect, When I could lose it in a second. Trying to break outside of the square, The life of where you can't get lost on a straight road. When did all this start, Did it ever? And when will it end, Will it ever? And I'm trying to think outside of the box, But it's so hard to do when you've got so many people talking down to you. Trying to look like I know something, When I haven't re

Non-existant, Is how I feel. You dont see me, I see you. You dont love me, I love you. I sit here waiting for you to notice me, But you never do. Why do I waste my wishes, On someone who cant make them come true? You sofltly look at me, And I harshly stare back. Dreaming of the days we were once friends, Dreams shattered, Now nightmares haunt my dreams... Screaming, falling, drifting... Please!! Notice me, Please...