Death[Life]

I'd hate to write my eulogy,
  Or my will.
But I'd like to know I'm there.

I'd hate to give you epitaths of
  something I never was.

I'd hate to sing songs of just words
  and no tune.

If I write of pain how will that day be remembered.

If I write of imphamy, how fleeting it will be.

But I'll die without knowing, without speaking, and in vain.

Without a purpose, too much passion, and, like I said.  In pain.

I hope for love.

I wish for faith.

I die for nothing.

I swear, I lived for something.

Godfull, and Godless.

The devil and God....

Piece by piece giving, getting, and living.

But never knowing.

Confidence is facial.

Success is a lie.

Vanity is a roadblock.

And diety is a necessity.

But my heart is broken,

my stomach is weak,

and my faith is on E.

Save me or love me,

Or just let me die.

Sane

I often wonder
                  what this day would be
If I wasnt this slave
                  to something I'm not
Something I never was
                   and something my polluted mind now hopes to be

I often wonder
                    I often hope
For a different day
                    For a different way
I may stumble
                     I may fall
Same line I've heard
                    Same verse I've sang
Same sad story
                     Same ole me
I'd say I'd change
                     I'd lie to you
With my heart on a sleeve
                     You still wouldnt know
I'm the same inside
                      If you still can't see the outside

Break my heart
                      And break my fall
Because I'd look to you
                      After all
Pointing fingers
                      At the wall
Just to live another day
                      Telling a lie and living the same

Strive to change
                      But always blame
The outside
                      When the inside can't say sane

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Stories of despair
  Stories of hope
Both bring a tear
  Both set us off
Perhaps we hope in despair
  Or our despair is lined in hope
Or even greater
  Our despair holds deep within it
    The hope we so very much need
I hope for the next great story
  It may not be mine
    It will be yours
But my hope is in moments of great
  Great Joy
    Great sadness
      Even greater hope.
For now, we all have hope
  Knowing or not.
For my story is yours
  And yours is mine.
So let's share through the good and the bad times
Let's hope together
Lets despair together
But please never die together
Because tomorrow is a better day
  Filled with moments
    For better or worse
      But let us hope
        Always and forever more.

Today

Im dying.

Maybe at the point when I'm found out, they'll find the compassion to bury my sad and scarred body.

Maybe they'll let me wash away to never be remembered.

Maybe they'll let me live on even though death's sting still surges deep within me.

Id rather find the way out.

Or, in fact, I'd rather hide.

Because a world without truth is a happy place.

So if my ignorance is bliss, my lack of truthfulness is my happy place.

Id say I never told a lie but id be telling you the truth and lying to my heart.

Id rather say nothing at all.

Fall asleep.

Accept my fate and know I was never meant to be.

Never meant for this.

Never.

Idealism is for the Entitled

A lot of people say a lot of things.

I'm no different, and hopefully no worse.

But probably no better.

There's preachers on the streets, there's preachers on their pulpits.

But when I speak, it may mean nothing, and they everything?

Social statuses of the social elite on their social media templates bring more social stances than society has the time for.

So we'll continue to speak these words, useless or otherwise.  We'll continue to pen these thoughts, and we'll update our statuses, social or not.

But we'll never find our way.

Because we're all lost in thought and word, not listening to each other, not allowing for any room for others.

Love is wasted, and more so with words.

This sharp tongue might never be heard, but it may be dulled.

So give me your tired, your hungry, you poor.

Give me your wired, your lonely, your all.

But I'd rather hear nothing at all.

Now, and then

Every now, and then
     I sit and think, and write
I cant sit and think, and write
     For long
But I try.

And I fail.

Theres blood somewhere there.
There are tears, I swear.

But that emotion is blinded by the world.
Muted by money.
Measured by a hopeless system.
Raped by judgement.
Littered with remnants of something great, but something not yet satisfying.

Then comes hope.
Then comes love.
But not before,
And not after,
despair.

So let me clear the air.
I'm neither right, I'm definitely not wrong.
But I'm walking without sight and without mind.

To a place I'll never find, and one I'll never mind.

So listen to these words, or not.
But know I look to you, because I've lost all I got.

Brandon marshall

I'd lay awake at night shaking like I was laying in the arctic
I'd never know right from wrong, and light from dark
There's one and that's for sure, died and rose, and that's on earth
But my belief is just that, mine and mine alone
Alone and left to understand a place, a place so broken and so misplaced
Days left trying are days left dying, and the trying days are fading to black
Someone once said that, and someones already said this.
But I can't not talk, and I can't not walk.
But I'll lie, or lay.
And tomorrow I'll know, what I never knew today.
But still it hurts, and it always will. Scars aren't scars forever until we look upon them with hope.
A neverending hope, and a neverending light.
But I always made my choice, even though my heart knew, but it isn't what we know, it's what we knew.
And im not who I was meant to be. But then again who will ever be.