Every minute, waking and not. by BrotherDiaz, literature
Literature
Every minute, waking and not.
Every minute, waking and not, my mind races with nothing but thought,anxiety, and the need to see, everything witness, every truth, my heart so desperately looking for fallacies.
Every minute, waking and not,I seek explanation while so distraught, mind races back to the four year old me, not able to understand what he hears what he sees.
Every minute, waking and not, I feel my heart beat faster and throat get taught, my eye's start to tingle and I hold back the tears,for them I fear.
Every minute, waking, because sleeping I'm not, I question myself if I should continue or stop, or settle for comfort, a complacent rot.
Every minute, waking
A lighter clicks in the black of night,
Smoke fills the lungs,
To make it right,
but the smoke can't asphyxiate whats really there,
Only dull the senses,
So i can forget to care,
Forget everything that causes despair,
A lie,
A heartbreak,
emotions floating,
All these things leading to why i'm smoking,
but i'm not there yet,
till i'm trapped by the haze,
I feel alright,
Puff then pass,
to the left not the right,
I'll worry about tomorrow after i make it through tonight,
tomorrow gives me another day to see the sun,
even if now i have no desire to see another one.
I wish to enjoy at least one day,
one night to feel,
another n
Sweet Surrender,
How good it feels to drop my defense
to finally leave myself vulnerable to you and your loving caress
so hard it has been to let go and be out of that place,
Of guarding,of fear,always trying to escape
it took me too long to come to acceptance
that i deserve to be loved,
instead of forcing myself to first seek penance,
but none of that matters now because this feel true,
even if its not forever,
i couldn't ask for anything more than to love and be loved by you.
I am but an animal.
Man, meat and bone.
My markings,my skin.
My habitat.
Concrete Jungle.
My home.
I live to learn, i learn to grow
I consume, because i can.
I reap what i sow.
I think, therefore i am.
I choose how i want to be.
I am equal not more.
I am no better than she.
I am but an animal.
Man,meat and bone.
My Habitat.
Concrete jungle.
my home.
I can see every breath taken in front of my eyes.
A reminder, a reassurance that i am still alive.
As i sit here with a cold metal pen in my hand,
I feel calm,serene ready to write words unplanned.
It is quite, but i prefer it this way.
I already live in enough noise,it would ruin my literary ballet.
This space is practically empty and the light is dim.
Combined with the cold, this is the best environment to be in.
Most would find it depressing.
For me it is a blessing.
To create in an environment that has such subtle beauty.
I embrace it and allow it to translate through me.
I Walk alone. No retainer, no blade, give me no favor.
Put down the sword a long time ago.
for love, sacrifice, blind loyalty.
To me, she was royalty.
I knew what i was missing before missing the miss.
That was the problem, that was the risk.
then she was gone, against my silent wish.
I did her right because i didn't do me.
Now i walk the night, tonight, every night.
Looking for love in lust or just a fight.
I Walk alone. No retainer, no blade, give me no favor.
Protect me night, so i can keep on the path to find the one that's right.
Whether its the one that takes my heart or takes my life.
Either way, I've accepted f
A siren sits upon the rocks
Surrounded by life that live by no clocks
Singing her song for no one but the sky
I hear it, even though I dare not try
No matter what I do I hear that sweet melody
It makes my heart beat with every note which has fell upon me
It draws me in but I must resist
She makes me believe she could grant my fondest wish
Stories I've heard say otherwise
To be cradled in her arms is to forfeit life.....
Things are not as simple as they always seem
A dot, a spot, so easily it seems to just clean
If light only knew what it was truly shinning upon
the beginning, the end a not so welcomed dawn
and may that dawn bring the unexpected
an experience, a lesson that all things are connected
30 Day Art Challenge #30 by BrotherDiaz, literature
Literature
30 Day Art Challenge #30
Every word written is a part of me
Every though, every emotion is what it is to be
Embrace life
don't allow it to stab you in the heart like a knife
Embrace Love
There is no point in living if you cant give yourself that shove
Embrace Pain
Sometimes we need a little to remind us we are alive and that its not all in vain
Don't fear the future because it has to come yet
Don't hang on to the past because it is permanently set
Remember the biggest thing holding you back is you
Remember it is within your grasp to accomplish what you want to do
If you ever feel alone just know there are open arms out there waiting for your