Why do we run from loved ones? Why do we isolate ourselves Why do we hate each other? Why do we want to quit or give up? Why do we not care? Why do we want to? Why do we not listen? Why why why? I don’t know, No one does. We’re human, We aren’t perfect, We shouldn’t be And we aren’t made to be. We are ourselves that’s what makes us do these things But why don't we try to not.
Change is necessary. In the future Life fades away, The world, enveloped, Trapped in a charred body, Melting into the abyss. If, You could go back, Persuade the people That oil is not the way. Create the new, change their ways, Ask for help, Because The Earth is what connects us all.
No emotion can be more easily accessible than anger Anger is a feeling that quells all others Anger compels one to speak his soul out, Yet it has shows no result A fool’s mouth is his destruction It tastes like a throat of lead gaining weight, Restricting your every movement A soft word turns away wrath It smells like a cold sweat, Created from the feeling of restlessness Calmness will lay great offenses to rest It looks like a huge crowd, A single sentiment is insignificant It is to one’s glory to overlook an offense It sounds like a numbing ring, All other sounds drowned out Anger resides in the lap of fools It feels like an unyielding back itch, Never to be relieved. Better a patient person than a warrior, One with self-control than one who takes a city.
It is as suffocating as waves in the ocean
Dragging you down
Trying to stop you
From gaining progress to the shore
Some are too familiar with this leech
Which sucks away happiness,
Hope,
Love,
Life
From those stuck in its jaw
Some seek it,
Which seems crazy
To the ones who are drowned in it,
Washed in it,
Lost in it
It doesn’t attack anyone, mostly those
Who stand by the edges of the crowd
They are easy targets
To pluck away
Without anyone noticing
Or caring…
It’s nine at night
The dark causes fright
I hear my dog growl
And then comes a howl
I cannot believe the howl came from my dog
My dogs make a growl meaning the howl came from the fog.
I bring my dog in the through the door
He tracks mud all around the floor
I settle in and look through the window
I can hear and feel the wind blow
I look through the fog and see a pair of eyes
Then I look into the skies
And up there is a full glowing moon
It looked like a cartoon
I looked back at the creature
And it no longer made a feature
The wild, a beautiful sight
And that’s when I said goodnight
