On the surface the show grows, it’s easy to hide what’s inside.
The tears are easy to entertain, Incognito with the rain
It’s hard to tell, it’s hidden well.
No map to get back, The days are a haze.
stray from direction, there’s no exception Claim innocence to avoid consequence.
Accountability is not a word, But humility is well observed,
Relish is not synonymous with selfish, Perspective is respective.
Ending the suffer would place it on another. But remain the same and continue the game.
Not knowing where you’re going, Feeling weight causes hate,
How you feel is also not real, Focus only on others, it gets much tougher
Will a day come when it’s done? Will the choice be mine? Will I know it’s time?
While all is calm, it is time to be gone. Every soul asleep, so none can hear me weep.
None to change my mind. It’s up to me this time. I knew I’d be too weak. Surrender is what I seek.
I let go of life, calmly reacted, Laid myself back, it was anticlimactic.
Still I remained, yet gave up the game. Nobody knew, so there was nothing they could do.
The flood flowed cold with inky blood and yet the wet sky blinked with stars in deep slumber. - Always anxiety encumbered. Selfishly wondered why life always put me under. I hungered for thunder, to mean more than just a number.
Champaign glasses Shots being poured Beer in the cooler Dancing on the floor
Blue flowers scattered Blue dresses and blue jeans One black suit, one white dress you know what it means
he was supposed to hold her Through each and every night But why did he suddenly stop When everything was right?
What caused his distance? Where did she go wrong? She’d been with him through thick and thin She was there all along
She never disobeyed his desires The look she gives him sets the room on fire he will never find another Wife, best friend, mother
What made the wrecker have the worth, To put this good woman through hell on Earth? And he plays victim, he says he lonely, But sitting next to him is his one and only.
She would give him the world if he asked, Despite the hurt he’s caused her in the past. he did her damage, but her love was stronger, But she doesn’t know if she can stay much longer.
Lost in the fog Alone in the deep Bound by a promise That he couldn’t keep
What’s important to someone else might not always be, Something that is near as important to you or to me. When opening someone’s cupboard, you could find some things delightful, But upon investigation of another, may hold things much more frightful.
What someone keeps the nearest to their heart, might not matter to you, But that’s why we have our own cupboards, with which we choose what to do. And when someone’s cupboard runs bare and they are short, If you have been blessed with plenty, give a little from yours.
In a mug or styrofoam cup, In a glass as well, In ceramic or stainless steel, Don’t take too long to dwell.
Now pick your additions, There’s so many that you know: Sugar, cream, Cold milk or steamed, Mocha, syrup, sweet foam.
But did you know there’s more than that? Wait until I’m done, Ice cream, honey, butter, mint, And for the leisure, rum.
Oh let’s not forget the roast! Would you like it strong or weak? Do you prefer to drink it plain and bitter? I don’t, but that’s just me :)
So many ways to dress your coffee, There is lots to try, your favorite can change from day to day, Or the same way is always just right.
There is much to tell about someone, A definition of who they might be, Some would say they could read others like a book, By just the way they take their coffee.
Do you know how it feels when part of you dies? When the sky is less blue, the sun less bright? Do you wish you could go back? Or do you like this new road? Are you happy with your travels? Are you full of doubt or hope? Most of our surroundings, need sunlight to bloom, But do you prefer the darkness? Locked away in your room? Is this beneficial to you? Are you still on the right track? Have you rose above your sorrows? Or are you still flat on your back? you must move past your obstacles, push forth through the change, Because how are you to blossom, if you can’t accept the rain?
Every now and then, it seemed like she opened her mouth, and two voices came out. One overpowering the other, the same way the anxious sound of thunder drowns the peaceful rain.
It’s was almost too painful for her to bear, nobody understood her and never even tried, at the least. When she would sit alone, she begged with herself to find new words. “Just try” she choked in a throat twisting whisper. “Please” she managed to croak.
This went on for months, she constantly pushed herself further and further into a deep introversion. Blaming herself for being unable to communicate. How is it so easy for others? Why does it come so natural for them?
She would speak with a level of philosophy that nobody around her understood. Questioning the mere existence of certain circumstances enthralled every inch of her being. Though, because nobody could grasp the concept, she was medicated for years to close this part of her brain. It didn’t make sense to her, she felt insecure because she knew her mind was different.
The day finally came, when she decided to stop speaking; and she began writing.
I’m helping make a living, I’m sharing the air I breathe, I’m working till the daylight ends, I’m happy as could be.
I’m coming home to comfort, I’m caring for our home, I’m playing the part I’ve always dreamed, With the one I’ve come to know.
you get home with aches and pains, you worked all day your best, your stomach empty, but I’ve made plenty, So you can eat and rest.
you sit on the bed, Still in your head, Work is on your mind; you turn on the light, you take a bite, And finally the stress starts to end.
“This is just how I like it”, you say as you finish your plate, And long after you’ve gone to sleep, Those words still resonate.
We built our life just how we like, I could do this till I die; The simplest way, To end the day, The only way to get by.
In the morning when we wake, we drink the coffee strong and black,
I make it the way you want it to be, even though I don’t like it like that.
But I doctor mine up, with milk and creamer, you like to make yours with the powdered kind, and much much sweeter.
We step on the porch, light a cigarette and smile, Sit on the chairs, and talk for a while.
Sometimes it’ll be bright and sunny, but sometimes it will rain, But we still sit with coffee and smokes because that’s how we start our day.
When it’s time to kiss goodbye, and off to work we go, I’ll leave you with a little reminder, something you ought to know;
If there comes a day you want something new, don’t wake me from my dreaming; Cause I will still be waiting here for you, Like I do each morning as you’re leaving.
The window is cracked an inch or two The tv is on real low,
The rain starts to fall outside, The moon gives off a glow.
Sitcom laughs, the washing machine, the sounds just mix right in,
I’m laying stuck inside my head, The way I’ve always been.
“It’s all in a days work” I’ve heard many times before, But why’s life such a mundane routine, why wasn’t I meant for more?
