lay down the truth
foundation beneath the structure
winds blow
and it stands still
place a post upright
atop the desert sand
winds blow
it stands not a chance
take a leap of faith
make a choice that may end in misery
winds blow
and i feel warm
drop a bombshell
let it be released
let it rain acid and pain on me
winds blow
the rain still falls.
welcome to the 365 project of a poet. well, its pretty simple: this will be a blog of poetry- one post a day for an entire year. so, here it goes.
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- "A great poet, a really great poet, is the most unpoetical of all creatures." The Picture of Dorian Gray
Showing posts with label truth. Show all posts
Showing posts with label truth. Show all posts
Saturday, January 22, 2011
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
day one hundred fifty-six: you can trust the stars.
"we live in a world built on promises
constructed by liars"
round, round, green
lies, lies, means,
stars tickle the darkness
like bits of truth
shining through lying lives
"never stop
never stop writing"
keep going
on and on
shoot the stars
fling them across the sky
they're just trying to get your attention
to let you know,
they aren't like everyone else
you can trust the bits of truth
if you can catch them
if you can hold them tight enough
that they wont fling themselves
back at the horizon
you can trust the stars
if you can catch them.
constructed by liars"
round, round, green
lies, lies, means,
stars tickle the darkness
like bits of truth
shining through lying lives
"never stop
never stop writing"
keep going
on and on
shoot the stars
fling them across the sky
they're just trying to get your attention
to let you know,
they aren't like everyone else
you can trust the bits of truth
if you can catch them
if you can hold them tight enough
that they wont fling themselves
back at the horizon
you can trust the stars
if you can catch them.
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
day one hundred-fourteen: avoiding the voicing.
avoiding
the inevitable
voicing
the opinion
avoiding
the problem
voicing
the pain
avoiding
the inane
voicing
the crazy
avoiding
being lazy
voicing
the inevitable
Friday, September 17, 2010
day sixty-two: a fix.
i'm craving
an escape
i'm craving
moving on
i'm craving
i'm craving
there's an itch
inside
and a twitch
inside
every single time
i see a world map
there's so much
ground to cover
i'm ready to start now
i'm craving
i'm craving
leaving on a plane
just to go
there's this calling
from the waters
from the mountains
from the forests
every direction
from here
they're all begging
to be seen
to be touched
to be written about
there are people
some more ignorant
some less
than the ones i know
but ignorant or not
they're waiting to know my name
and i'd rather start now
than never start at all
and i'm an adult, right?
but i'm still a child...
but i could go, right?
but the crowd goes mild...
there's an itch
a twitch
i'm craving
a fix.
Sunday, August 15, 2010
twenty-eight: truth and lies.
the truth
may hurt
like hell
but its
the lies
that kill
and send
you there.
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