Please help I don't know how to feel I close my mind to what is real Provoke my wounds, won't let them heal I have bruised knees on which I kneel What's left for me is the leper's fate Isolation, exile, and disgrace Disease consumes me, I am waste I'm dead and buried resurrected, carried to a new place a new life a new face with new eyes that see the same cycle of lies the same disgrace the same bad disguise for the truth The best lies have some truth to them I am worthless but that's not the end The same eyes look down and see a foreign body a new creation They're not one yet but just be patient Body and spirit once again collide and just like before they can't co-exist They attack each other mist to fist and I'm stuck in the middle of a clear divide But this time spirit wins the fight and my redemption is complete My body and spirit unite My life is saved by my will's defeat
"walk fearlessly into the house of mourning, for grief is just love squaring up to its oldest enemy and after all these mortal human years, love is up to the challenge" Your time came and you left me missing you gone too soon I am a pearl without its clam a wave without the sea a beached whale on the sand a chick free falling from a tree I want someone to look up to but I can't crane my neck that far Which light peering at me from the night sky is your star? I would call but you don't have a phone anymore I want to write but there's no mailbox on Heaven's door Can you see me? Can you hear? If you can, would you lend me an ear? The photographs I have of you collect dust, tears, unanswered questions and regretful glances I guess I didn't grow up fast enough and missed all my chances to learn to fly before my Momma Bird took to the sky
Arise, Dear, please take my hand I know you miss me and I understand I'm right here Let's go to a place where tears are banned together we can redeem the years We can't turn back time but we can shake his hand and get an inside scoop on all his dastardly plans Partnered with perishing time always knows Who stays today and tomorrow goes What plants wither, what flowers grow Time sees every course of man When they run and when they'll stand still, and when the deathbell tolls There's a time for everything though you feel I was stolen I'm no longer suffering There's no need for eyes swollen There's nothing closer than death I'm always with you In your memories, in your breath I'm whispering I love you I must go know, time for no one bends Free yourself of me before this dream en-
By Beautiful Eulogy
To the kite you see, it seems that the string is limiting its full experience of freedom. But as any boy or girl who has ever flown a kite knows were that string to suddenly snap, the kite wouldn’t soar freely for very long. It would dart to and fro for a minute; maybe two; but very soon thereafter it would end up on the ground in a pile of broken sticks and torn paper never ever to fly again. Rather you see it is the taut line between the kite and the one holding it that enables the kite to fly. It allows all the principals of aerodynamics to come into place so that the kite might achieve its full purpose
Christian love performs the very same function as a kite string. You take away the stabilizing force of Christian love and every towering gift, every supernatural power, every sacrificial act, every musical performance; you name it friends; it will all, all end up on the ash heap of eternal insignificance without love.
You used to be so strong I can still feel your sweet breath on my face I'm reaching out to you through the bars of a cage I miss you 6 inches, 6,000 miles I'm sorry I can't stand by your side I love you like the roll of the tide The more I try to pull you close the further I push you away Distance has made you lose your resolve Until you realize you never had any at all You begin to dissolve You can't solve a problem you never knew you had
You speak to me though I don't hear a sound Without you I am lost, but in you I am found Your voice submerges me in the purest, living stream You wash me clean and then I see you're more than you seem Hearing your voice doesn't disturb the air around me but opens my eyes and pierces my spirit profoundly A gentleman, you invite me in but don't force me to stay Your unconditional love makes me want to listen to what you say You surround me with yourself and make a home in my heart I crawl in your cocoon and the transformation starts I wasn't dead- I was sleeping. It was better that way I thought I could ignore the pain and darkness away But now with open eyes I see that spring has arrived Flowers in bloom, this bride has a groom, my heart is revived Someday I'm going to burst forth and open my wings and from that day on this butterfly's song will play eternally
Part I Life is a paper money relay race Hand to hand and face to face Pass to past without a trace Death is for those who finish first place Meaning is to define is to exist and sometimes to break down barriers with fists to scale societal walls and check off lists Promotion is just making sure butts get kissed Society is a paper mache promenade Using chemically altered tomatoes to make life's lemonade without thinking of future debts to be paid until all peripheral visions fade A road paved with lies meets crooked and corrupted feet Sprinting blindly down a dead end street ignoring and adding to the havoc wreaked expectations impossible for the next generation to meet Part II Real living isn't anything like that No carefully laid plan or rhyme scheme can fill an empty stomach or pay a bill No promotion can compare to a child coming home safe from war Monetary compensation is not a salve for the heartbreak of losing a loved-one Something is to be said for a culture whose idea of a struggle is the line at Starbucks A culture so over medicated, yet apathetic, they rely upon fabricated media to make them feel something Something is to be said about a people so comfortably bored that contemplating suicide has become a favorite passtime Don't get me wrong, I've contemplated suicide It's not a joke Sometimes the world turns upside down The sea is the sky, the sky is the sea I feel like I'm drowning mid-air But it's all in my head and sometimes I wonder what it would be like if monsters lived under my bed and not in my head and I could physically raise my fists to fight them I am my society, my culture and I'm tired of riding the conveyor belt to meaningless existence of never putting my hand to a plow I'm tired of being tired and afraid to speak out Who would I- the first world- be without my wealth and privilege? without movie screens and sports stadiums? without safety and security? It's time to unmask our sterilized society, to find what lies beneath. It's time to learn how to feel again. To struggle again. It's time to learn how to live again.
Alone is a lazy river to a raging sea I never thought no one's arms around me could feel so heavy Loneliness has me grasping at cheap rhymes like poor pockets A rosebud in a drought all potential for love dried out The rains come The shriveled petals fall Leaving a question: If no one's there to see, was it ever there at all?
19 years of life experience produce nothing but exhausted graphite scribblings and a recipe for inedibly stale bread. Dough that’s already molded before it hits the oven. What do I have to say for myself? I’ve been free falling through life and pain and only noticed the noose once I’d reached the end of my rope. Time to Tarzan swing to the next one, I guess. It’s too bad I’m an airplane. I wasn’t designed to navigate a jungle of trees. What do I have to say to everyone else? Nothing. I’m just as lost as you are; trying to fit 7 billion cylinders into 7 billion different square holes. Nothing fits. I’ve been writing for 5 years now and all my notebooks have as much to say empty as they do full. Words are just bridges over endlessly troubled waters. My only wish is to help someone else more than I’ve helped me.
by Sarah Jaffe
50 states 50 lines 50 crying all the time’s
50 boys 50 lies 50 I’m gonna change my mind’s
I changed my mind
Now I’m feeling different
We were young, we didn’t care
Is it gone? Is it floating in the air?
I changed my mind
Now I’m feeling different
All that time wasted I wish I was a little more delicate
I wish my name was Clementine