Here
My conscious keeps me here
holds me responsible
promotes healthy fear.
Reminds me to respect
take all in retrospect
causes me to reflect
gives me dreams to collect
my secrets it protects
other's hearts it infects.
My conscious keeps me here
holds me responsible
keeps my head clear
body to soul it adheres
while it changes through my years
controls the ringing in my ears
holding back unruly tears
yes my conscious keeps me here.
My poems/writings reflect my feelings and anything that inspires me to write the piece. Sharing them on a widescale is a dream of mine, so this is the first step. Enjoy!
Thursday, April 28, 2011
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
All in My Head, Written 3/7/2011
All in My Head
My mental capacity contorts,
contracts and sends me spinning.
Slight shivers up my spine
surrounded and enclosed,
empty space imposed,
touch to be touched.
As I stray,
flying out, and falling away.
Feelings on fire,
feed it for warmth.
As my strength will expire
it's all in my head.
My mental capacity contorts,
contracts and sends me spinning.
Slight shivers up my spine
surrounded and enclosed,
empty space imposed,
touch to be touched.
As I stray,
flying out, and falling away.
Feelings on fire,
feed it for warmth.
As my strength will expire
it's all in my head.
Philosophy Class, Written 3/13/2011
Philosophy Class
Educated guessing
thoughts abstract
while supressing.
Literal education
makes for a rocky foundation.
Pressing paths within supposed reason
they'll never wash away,
and once our thoughts wander out
it seems they're there to stay.
Fighting intuition
to indulge in our selfish ambition.
Exoteric,
Esoteric,
Hidden.
Educated guessing
thoughts abstract
while supressing.
Literal education
makes for a rocky foundation.
Pressing paths within supposed reason
they'll never wash away,
and once our thoughts wander out
it seems they're there to stay.
Fighting intuition
to indulge in our selfish ambition.
Exoteric,
Esoteric,
Hidden.
Of the Sort, Written 3/13/2011
Of the Sort
Finding our roots,
remembering how we came to be,
remembering you for the first time
same as you saw me.
Such saturation in the heart,
finding no reason to ever part.
Heightened sensitivity to our surroundings
searching for each other's eyes,
knowing in that one small moment
where truth really lies.
Love long lasting,
or the craze cut short
our hearts crave feelings of the sort.
Finding our roots,
remembering how we came to be,
remembering you for the first time
same as you saw me.
Such saturation in the heart,
finding no reason to ever part.
Heightened sensitivity to our surroundings
searching for each other's eyes,
knowing in that one small moment
where truth really lies.
Love long lasting,
or the craze cut short
our hearts crave feelings of the sort.
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
When I Sleep, Written 4/5/2011
When I sleep I escape my being,
and roam around with the company
of my never ending subconscious.
and roam around with the company
of my never ending subconscious.
My Fleeting Freedom, Written 4/4/2011
My fleeting freedom
skips freight trains at night
indulging in earth, air,
and all captured in sight,
scooping up sunsets
to place in the cone of conscious,
drinking in desire in attempt to extinguish
the most exquisite never-ending thirst.
Without cage and chain,
or master with his cane,
freedom finds an easier way,
enjoyment evolving
after each endless day.
Limitless life fights wars against restriction,
and when they meet on the battlefield
they erupt in contradiction.
With one or the other failing to exist
not much time after
the other would also be missed.
skips freight trains at night
indulging in earth, air,
and all captured in sight,
scooping up sunsets
to place in the cone of conscious,
drinking in desire in attempt to extinguish
the most exquisite never-ending thirst.
Without cage and chain,
or master with his cane,
freedom finds an easier way,
enjoyment evolving
after each endless day.
Limitless life fights wars against restriction,
and when they meet on the battlefield
they erupt in contradiction.
With one or the other failing to exist
not much time after
the other would also be missed.
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