I drain my thoughts through my pen. That's the only way I breathe.
The last year was a tormoil and relief A fight between who I am and my beliefs To be so lost that you only want to be found by yourself
By Harydo Neon4 years ago in Poets
My battles have turned to a raging war And yet I sleep and slumber even more Piles of work, by me, yet to be done And my neighbours can hear me at 3am when I snore
By Harydo Neon5 years ago in Poets
It's me, standing under this light Trying to open myself to people around It's scary, so many eyes glaring and trapping-sights
For I have fallen deep in the trenches In this swamp, stained by its stenches And I cry out to He who helps To guide me out and forgive my missteps
I just really want to go home, I am exhausted Back to the green land I grew up, I miss it Hug my dad again, Damn I miss him
Wedding bells, a matrimony so holy A baby on the way, one they did see coming She opened the womb, parted the ways , she's a fore runner
If a parallel universe exists I hope the other me is happy I hope he wakes up feeling hopeful and appreciate the opportunities he's having
It's tangible and so it must be real If every box is checked, does that seal the deal? If rock bottom if as they say it is
All night awake Trying to search through my brains Trying to make sense of my pains Trying to hear what I am saying Does anyone up there hear when I am praying?
The last thing I remember was going to sleep Must have been so deep, I didn't hear my alarm beep I don't know about Alice but this was not wonderland
Wow, so here we are, stroke of midnight Waiting as the clock tick tocks Remembering my childhood dreams Analysing my previous childish mischievous schemes
In my notes where thoughts are jot Where "i"s are dotted and "t"s are crossed Where I bring myself to court and act as my own judge
