Topic: Poems to lighten, or burden.

Mabye my courage will embrace further then a forum.

Round the day

My mind is dull
my throat is flushed
Steadily I present myself
Of a society with a psychoatic rush.

With the dullness holes are dug,
Deep within my holes
I feel a loving tug

Penetrating me are the vivid seasons
A drought of hope
plus a flood of addiction
A season with a heavy friction.

It grows further,
As my eyes are shut
and my nose is null
Racing thoughts and my ears are ringing
I'll open them up which ever I want
Just in time to feel the birds singing.

A flower blooms
A struggle to close the bears on
Side and seat with the tone
of the heart blowing its horn.

My thoughts are fleeing
eyes not seeing
Im not feeling,

My natrual soul.


Peeve

In this unshadowed night
I stare in peeve,
Who's counting the powers above?
I certainly hope not.

For another day
has swept away
A tiny part of inspiration.

No matter the heat
or the type if day
I have a task, not with my own intent
that every day
I go to sleep with resent.



I can't help but feel that even though the internet is a great and these forums are really interesting
that I use it and am addict to it, to hide myself to calm my courage.
That here i might think to say whatever i want and want to better where I live,
But in life im afraid not by what i think or what i learn, but in order to help people become as we all want kind humble wise
I'd have to take on embarcement, frustration, fear, all from  my peers and lose them.

So I write these poems, on and on I sometimes post a few here, but if my name and face and identity where there along side these thoughts, what will I lose and what will we, I gain?

I have learned or have been taught, that procrastination even if we don't show our fears is how we show our fears.
We procrastinate on and on say one they we will stand up express our ideas and then be hammered. And if we win we'll get proud and if we lose we'll say " i just  began expressing who I am and, Im rejected because i started to late" and then your little ego sits back I won you didn't get rid of it and it'll grow bigger because I't can always say I'm a procrastinator.

If the human mind was simple enough to understand, we'd be too simple to understand it.
Emerson Pugh

Re: Poems to lighten, or burden.

>I'd have to take on embarcement, frustration, fear, all from  my peers and lose them<

You have no peers. Your poems are uniquely yours. Don't worry so much about others; "do your thing", try to communicate... then let it go.

We're all butterflies flapping our wings and changing the world.