We Discontent Ourselves
10/12/2015
We sow the seeds of our discontent
Because life is what we make it.
When you suffer, when you get hurt
When you fall into that bottomless pit
It can be hard to claw your way back up
And continue on after that perilous fall,
Being blinded by the blackest night
Is a feeling that happens to all
That may have the unfortunate fate
To be pulled into such terrible trauma.
You may feel broken and warped
Like your insides are being gnawed on by piranhas.
Though that feeling is hard to get past
And it may feel like you'll never be well,
If you stew in the hate, and wallow in pain
And you never breach that veil
Of horrible agony, you will never be happy.
You'll find yourself suffering through hell
But really, the truth of the matter you need to admit,
The truth that after much pain I choose to tell
Is that you put yourself there, because life is what you make it
And the sooner you realize that you need to get past
The built up feelings that bring you down
The less time the hurt will last.
I am in no way saying it will be easy
Or that it won't take a great deal of time,
But the longer you wallow, the longer it takes
And that is the cruelest of crimes
That you can commit against yourself, and your life.
You must work past the pain to once again be joyous,
Letting yourself move on with your journey
And no longer feeling helpless,
Moving past the pain will bring you light
Making it possible to reconnect
With the world around you and those you love
And though there really is no correct
Way to get past it all, if you only wallow in pain
And misery, what is there left of a life
For you to live, what is the point
When you only succumb to the strife?
Now this may sound like a good reason
To die and let yourself wither away,
But that's not the case, and it can't erase
The hearts that you may have swayed.
There are people you hurt in your own pain
And even if there aren't any people left
You are pushing away the life you could have
And making yourself depressed.
You are perpetuating the pain they gave you
And making yourself stay estranged
From the world around you with so much that's new
And I'm begging you to try and change,
To change in a way that's better
So that the souls of black don't win.
It will be hard but it can get better
So don't wallow in pity, and hurt those around
You who had nothing to do with it
Don't wrestle their hopes to the ground.
Then you are as bad as those who hurt you
And you perpetuate the cycle
Of abuse and hate, the pain, the ache,
The truth of this is vital.
So for yourself and those around you
Move past the horrible pain
Because you can change, and for the better
And the truth cannot be contained.
Sunday, October 18, 2015
Sunday, October 11, 2015
Delicate China Doll
Delicate China Doll
10/10/2015
I am a - delicate- china doll
And you have no idea how - disturbing -
It is to sit on a - cushioned - shelf
And watch - silently the culminating
Effort - of those working - hard
On projects around me,
While - incapable - I perch
Up on high - to see -
And record - in my thoughts - what
Others do - and achieve.
But I am - not - free to try
My own ideas of which I conceive
Of - little projects they - may - seem
But like an ephemeral cloth - I am fragile,
And though I try my best to hold onto strength,
Using this porcelain body - is futile.
So instead I watch - patiently,
Waiting for the day - when maybe
My body will no longer - of china - be made
And I can finally be - free -
To do as I wish-
And move - as - I - like
And fight - my own - fight
And lose - this perpetual - anguish.
10/10/2015
I am a - delicate- china doll
And you have no idea how - disturbing -
It is to sit on a - cushioned - shelf
And watch - silently the culminating
Effort - of those working - hard
On projects around me,
While - incapable - I perch
Up on high - to see -
And record - in my thoughts - what
Others do - and achieve.
But I am - not - free to try
My own ideas of which I conceive
Of - little projects they - may - seem
But like an ephemeral cloth - I am fragile,
And though I try my best to hold onto strength,
Using this porcelain body - is futile.
So instead I watch - patiently,
Waiting for the day - when maybe
My body will no longer - of china - be made
And I can finally be - free -
To do as I wish-
And move - as - I - like
And fight - my own - fight
And lose - this perpetual - anguish.
Friday, October 2, 2015
Mutual Nerdiness
Mutual
Nerdiness
10/2/2015
Let's
have fun in our mutual nerdiness
There
are so many things that we can do,
Things
that other people scoff at
But
that decision, one day they will rue
Because
we can be strong, mighty warriors
With
swords of steel and heavy armor
Swinging
away at orcs and goblins
Or
you could always be the stealthy archer
Standing
in the back waiting for your turn
To
fight against whatever evil creature
Comes
to stand (quite stupidly) in our way,
But
what can I say, I'm a dreamer.
To
live in a fantasy world is the way I am
But
there are other games that we can play,
So
many card games and board games,
There's
just to much to do in one day.
There
are movies and shows that we can watch
So
much more amusing than watching sports,
Doctor
Who, Battlestar,
X-files,
Ancient Aliens,
And
other science fiction of various sorts.
But
we can't forget anime of different kinds
Fun
things like Ouran
or Darker Than
Black,
Things
other people scoff at and think are weird,
Things
other people make fun of and attack.
So
let's just say, that out of the things we can do
It's
probably a good thing I can't learn real
spells
Because
they'd run out of luck (or maybe health)
And
I'd probably put them through hell.
But
the best thing in the world that we can do
Is
to hang out in our mutual nerdiness
To
sip on our tea (or alcohol)
And
on that the vote is unanimous.
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