PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

i'm pushing towards what, against the grain?

my present depreciate disintegrates into future appreciate

and so the mark shall be made despite the double edged blade



it's all a tricky situation as in the atmosphere is an influence

but isn't kept interesting except in my own case



reaching a peak on one level but the other hand pushing it's way down

and i ask myself: where's the balance?



if you want to know

god knows you really don't

it's all pushing down and pulling forth

when what's expected is all that's rejected



it's whats left to come

when all closed doors leave to other ones opened

yet still there's several left locked

and many keys left out of my reach



don't think i haven't forgotten

i haven't even started to remember

and heaven knows this won't last forever



all of my nightmares

are my dreams come true

god only knows and who only knew?

-



and so to think what could have been

if what was now was what back then

a line cut short could have continued

but just how long would it have in you?



i'm in but not before love

all out but not after with



it's just passing thru this mind

time after or before time

but if this time was that time

then would it've been fine?



to leave the loose ends or tie them together?

though i just can't deny there's no such word as forever



everything is different now but what's in me hasn't changed

a different situation outside but inside remains the same

making the connection but not fully pulled together

knowing there's no exit but really should i enter?

-



we're living to resist

the persistance of the nightmare

against the existance of this dying dream



there's got to be more under the surface then all these endless circles

it all becomes so very worthless without any certain purpose



the more i see the less i stop to really look

the closest i've came yet many steps i haven't took

-

i feel like an aeroplane on a runway

trying to take off

but just skimming the surface instead



knowing there's the ability to fly

but the wheels keep digging into the ground

over and over again

-



dark clouds overshadow these constant attempts

it's always a battle to clear the storm

all these questions left unanswered

it's a constant curse without an end



have i seen the worse already

or is there none the better?

if i can't remember the beginning

it all becomes as far as the end



i can't see that far behind or ahead

there's no light in either direction

-



the man himself:

dead weight. no fate. a likely candidate

never underestimate

never say it's not too late

file in three lines and wait for your sign

keep telling yourself it'll all be fine

just remember that losing out

only proves you had a doubt

-



once i need this

where's all the pieces?

i'm not behind the wheel but i'm sure to survive

it's not my time so i'm sure to save this life



the path has had to have led this way

but still it seems

the road is missing a few bricks

here and there



i don't need all this luxury

but at the least i'd want company

-



was it all about

the closest match - the perfect fit?

like none would come as close - as close as this?

i don't want anymore of what i've already had

can't you see i belong somewhere else instead?



i need this but once i have it i won't want it

see this but once it's closer it's not as it appears



and so you know

didn't it seem so close?

if there's a stop, i'll go

even though it's a backwards road

i'm moving down forwards

and supposedly this is what it's supposed to be?

-



well grandma caught me grab a coffee

we've gone cast a clear connection

it's like natural selection

we'll see what the south decides



-

you'd be pressed to piss

in a giesel war solid

down this precipice

with even more knowledge

we've started a list

checked my eyes twist

went down a whole fifth

busted my lip and/or hip

my country lies just down a bit

-



drained all your colour away

leaving just the black today

the rest is swallowed up in white

becoming something else tonight



leave my sleeveless nights alight

burn bridges not earn stitches

from living in ditches

peaked my interest in engines

by i'd about almost mention

the whole connection



give it all in spades

to live in the shade

so much respectful

to be on that level

-



things are happening so fast

so slow it always was in the past

why, wasn't it just yesterday?

but not alot has happened today

all the times they come

oh, but then i see them go

-



his grandpa caught me grab a coffee

this grandma stabbed me after 'lassie'