Old Poetry pt. 6

The Fall


Some times I feel like I'm falling
From way up high through the clouds
Land at my back, arms spread apart
Wind all around whipping hair all about

And I pick up speed constant
But no worries surface
I'm drowning in sunshine
I'm clearing my mind

My fall is my blessing
With the landing I'll die
My smile will remain
Like clouds during rain

Watch birds and planes all the same
Clouds join me without a question
Holding my heart, failure achieved
Crashing below everything bleeds


Storm Chaser

Pouring rain over me
Filling my eyes
Until I can't see
With lies I've told
and games played
A statement bold
I can't take it back
but I might make it right
how long will it last
You came and I left
I lost all control
I came and you left
I have no where to turn
No where to run
The stinging rain burns
It will always hang low
Unless you're around
and somehow it goes
All apologies
For all my bullshit
I'm on my knees
I won't beg or plead
Don't bother asking
Its not what I need
The end nearly calls
I'm here for mercy
To accept my flaws

Prodigal Son


I ran until my feet were raw and numb
Until there was no air in my lungs
Until the distant hue of street lights
Just blended with the starry sky

The deepest purple of the clouds
And I remember every single sound
The memory as fresh as yesterday
I couldn't take it so I ran away

With no shoes to shield my heels
The clothes were left for me to peel
Off from my bruised and tired body
Why did you have to hurt me?

I was so young and alone
To feel like I could never go home
Waiting within the dreaded place
The one who meant to change my face

There was no reason
to do what was done
I try forgetting
But then I see the sun
Never will I see the same
It all happened so fast
I try forgiving
But I relive the past

What made me deserve your hand
The war between boy and man
No one came out victorious
The sacrifice, far from glorious

I take the pain and keep it close
It helps me when I need it most
To clear things up to realize
There aren't many by my side


Broken Mind

Inevitably he knows whats happening
Always feeling like someones after him
Minds are fragile but his is broken
Gladly would he take the pills
Only thing he believes can help
Imagining he is cured of madness
Not realizing the constant damage
Get ready for the let down, its a hard fall
Creating the illusions of happiness
Ready for something better
All the world will seem brighter
Zero proof that it will be useful
Yet he firmly grips to medicine
Have you seen the man before
Everyone is looking but no one knows
Losing all thats left of his broken mind
Please if you see him help him find
More than what hes after guide him
Else he'll be lost disillusioned
Passing through what might remain
Losing his focus for a few pills a day
Ease him back to what he was
As soon as he quits there may be hope
Saving whats left of the broken dreams
Everything might be special again