Unsure and Impatient
Look through a hand covered in dirt,
below goes on forever, only down.
take from me what I couldn't use,
many things blend into eachother,
consuming brings emptiness quickly,
Ill judge you, but you won't be aware,
Ill want to be you, see if Im right.
What do you think of me? And do I care?
Do I follow the path I can see clearer,
or the one you'll take me along in the dark?
Hope is a thing to loose faith in,
the way is always too fast, or too slow.
If you walk in the road you'll be hit by a car.
If you drive you'll knock someone down.
Always invisible until it's gone,
it better go before I do. I can't wait.
Shiny Cow
A really short poem,
about a shiny cow,
the cow was shiny,
the poem's over now.
The Answer
the only answer's suicide,
to kill the mind that's ****ed inside,
an earned release from fear and hate,
if you so choose your life to take,
but hate is what you will receive,
if you should chose this world to leave,
the only one who loves you dear,
will curse your name when you're not here,
you leave behind a family wrecked,
and you will loose all my respect,
if you could just reach out to me,
remove the dust so you can see,
'cause suicide is not the end,
its just the start of hell my friend.
It really is SO pretty
Got so wrong, too far to get right,
So wrong it hurt, and I lost sight.
I dug my wrong, though it was right,
And slept in the hole every night.
When my wrong caved in on me,
Somehow then, I could see.
I could climb the rocks that fell,
Mistaken favour from him in hell.
So my wrong was always right,
It was simply out of sight,
Wrong to right as quick as lightning,
Its so pretty, and so exciting.
Look through a hand covered in dirt,
below goes on forever, only down.
take from me what I couldn't use,
many things blend into eachother,
consuming brings emptiness quickly,
Ill judge you, but you won't be aware,
Ill want to be you, see if Im right.
What do you think of me? And do I care?
Do I follow the path I can see clearer,
or the one you'll take me along in the dark?
Hope is a thing to loose faith in,
the way is always too fast, or too slow.
If you walk in the road you'll be hit by a car.
If you drive you'll knock someone down.
Always invisible until it's gone,
it better go before I do. I can't wait.
Shiny Cow
A really short poem,
about a shiny cow,
the cow was shiny,
the poem's over now.
The Answer
the only answer's suicide,
to kill the mind that's ****ed inside,
an earned release from fear and hate,
if you so choose your life to take,
but hate is what you will receive,
if you should chose this world to leave,
the only one who loves you dear,
will curse your name when you're not here,
you leave behind a family wrecked,
and you will loose all my respect,
if you could just reach out to me,
remove the dust so you can see,
'cause suicide is not the end,
its just the start of hell my friend.
It really is SO pretty
Got so wrong, too far to get right,
So wrong it hurt, and I lost sight.
I dug my wrong, though it was right,
And slept in the hole every night.
When my wrong caved in on me,
Somehow then, I could see.
I could climb the rocks that fell,
Mistaken favour from him in hell.
So my wrong was always right,
It was simply out of sight,
Wrong to right as quick as lightning,
Its so pretty, and so exciting.
