Them Darkness suffocates the few rays that dare to surface But for those who persist, there will ever be a place. Dreams are shattered, splintering minds into uniformity, Except for those who defiantly value originality. We are ants, behaving as a unit, not as individuals. Yet some resist, soaring on private principals. When freedom burns,
Beauty Our beauty doesn’t break For a time, I felt myself trying to climb, But I just kept sliding, Through my mind, Building that ladder that just kept breaking, I never made it to the top. But, I wouldn’t break, I never gave up when I felt that ache, So I pushed on, I looked,
Wolf Mountain - Lynn McPherson - www.jamartprints.com
Failure When children are young told they can do no wrong Children are told they can have anything they want Parents tell them they are the best at everything Now these children have grown up They think they will get the world. These children are expected to grow up and run a country But with
The Water The water majestically flows at first, Reminding me of my youthful thirst. Back to the times of climbing trees, Playing with friends and moments glee The water starts to twist and turn, Bringing me back to my boisterous yearns, Where life turns dull and hormones return, With music blaring and blunts burned. The
People Nobody can be perfect and that’s a fact, Yet we strive to become perfect at everything we do. We strive to have a perfect life, But that’s different for each individual. We are told what is to be sought after and what needs to be avoided, Even though there can be no two humans
Why? Why can they not see How come they do not listen They seem blind Unanswering Smiling, laughing Like there’s nothing wrong Like the world is not in flames They do not get it How heavy the weight of the world is Upon our backs How we break down to support The pillows they sit
Scrolling and Scrolling As I sit in my warm bright room, feeling fine I scroll and scroll I see people, I see places But I don’t have a clue who they are? Or what they do? But thousands and thousands love them And for what? Because they are skinny And how they are pretty And
What is Possible To Dream, to desire, to imagine what could be possible. To Reach, to grasp at, to stretch out towards the unattainable. To Try, to pursue, to attempt at something thought to be impossible. To Continue, to persevere, to push on even through the face of failure. To Finish, to complete, to be
Behind Behind the fake smile is someone who is slowly crumbling down Behind the makeup is natural beauty that is not seen by others Behind the false story they are making Is someone who is slowly breaking Behind closed doors she slowly suffers Behind that frown is a beautiful smile Even though it has not
For a Little Lightness - Barry Quinn - www.jamartprints.com
Words Words that were woven into my brain There webs spinning around and around That are weaving there way Into my mind Working and wriggling into my heart The words that you wove Words that now cannot be unheard Words that now cannot be unsaid Which cannot be unfelt I feel your words And they