by Jeph Johnson
Sometimes everything in my head
Feels like ping pong balls
Bouncing around in my skull
Finally emerging flattened
Like a thin slice
Of George Carlin's brain
Through what resembles the slot
Where one would insert their ATM card.
Only upon further review
I realize it is really my butt crack.
How about you?
How would you describe your thought process?
Lying in the darkness
My pen will find
The whiteness of the paper
With my eyes closed.
These black scribbles
Are meaningless nothings
That fill the silence of the page
With beautiful noise
A head so cloudy
Overfilled with hopes
And the worries of last night
With more to come tomorrow
Lying in plumes
Of grey smoke that float
Up to my ceiling. Like clouds
With less tears to rain
These black thoughts
Are meaningful everythings
That fill the noisiness of my mind
With beautiful distractions
A mind so heavy
Way too full with worries
And more and more that just keep on
Coming and coming. My
Heart wants to know
When it will all just
Stop.
i was thinking of you today 2015
i was thinking of you today and missing the smile you held for me to see
the way you always held me when i cried was worth its wieght in gold to me
i was thinking of you today and thinking of all those times you gave me courage
you've told me of those days gone by and those memories of a timeless age
i was thinking of you today and my mind went back to when you went away
god took you from my life too soon and i begged for him to let you stay
i was thinking of you today and thought of all the sacrafices that you've made
one for your country and one for the lord and one for us that would never fade
i was thinking of you today and remembered the endless love you gave
and i wish i could hold you once again the love you gave us is what i crave
i was thinking of you today and know in heaven you'll never go away
lately im missing you so much that it had me thinking of you today
zoeycup16
I am the shadow, fading into silence
I am the words you shoved in a box
I am blood, sex & violence
behind the symbol of peace
I am light enraptured unto the void
from a thousand years of cosmic darkness
chasing the souls of stars
I am the mirror you wish to avoid
with the tears that coiled down the drain
& the years wasted on nothing--
but what you thought was yourself...
Today, a man said he lost all passion.
I said," get a dog, buy a beer, and build baskets.
He inquired as to the purpose...
I said, well...
You can roll over and play dead,
Cry in your beer and
Consider yourself a basket case'
or...
Teach an old dog new tricks,
Play basketball and
Throw yourself a beer party'...
You just have to rearrange your thinking'
Life may give you lemons but why not throw them back...
Sometimes lemonade can't heal a wound but can help...
Sometimes just be quiet and think about it for awhile...
Things change after awhile after you think...
-Wolfy
The light of the moon shines through my window,
But it doesn't light me up like other nights.
I try to close my eyes but it won't let me sleep,
It reminds my mind that my thoughts do not leave.
I wait for the time when my mind skips a beat,
I wait for that second I can fall asleep.
I used to fight it and give all my energy to it,
I used to deny the power it had over me.
The pain only worsened, the thoughts only grew,
Until one day I realized I can't fight with the moon.
Some nights we dance and we laugh and we cry,
Some nights it's like a dream that I wish would come soon.
Tonight is a night where sleep will not come,
Where I have accepted that the moon has won.
The pain rushes from my head to my heart,
Like a knife, piercing through my spine.
The moon is not evil, it means no harm.
It does not hate me.
It lights up the dark.
But tonight I do not sleep,
Because of the moonlight through my window.
What if I told you that this life you live isn't reality
It's only created because you have a strong mentality
It's not safe to try to wake up through an attempted brutality
But even through that, how could you ever know what is actuality?
What if I told you that everyone you see is only a projection
The desire to be real in a balanced world is such a strong connection
These images are changed by you pointing out their imperfections
And to this thought, all you can feel is objection.
What if I told you that all of your memories are self made
Much like the meals you think you've had, they're only homemade
You have never really been to a dance, never attended a masquerade
You never even had loved ones in the past, they were mentally portrayed.
What if I told you that there is no one you can truly believe
That finding the truth is the one thing you need to achieve
But the ability to root it out is what you will never receive
And even when you think you have a grasp, you have only misperceived.
You're still lost within the time
The ultimate crime
That you couldn't really hurt
but now you're gone and just inert
You try to find meaning in the days
That it wasn't just a phase
That you could just lay in the sun
and never say you jumped the gun
and you lie wide awake at night
Hard at thought, ready to write
You wrote on a piece of paper "I think this time, I'll be okay"
But you don't really know, your thoughts never stay