Dear 2011A Poem by PoeticFuryI cant tell time, but I watch... I watch on my wrist... I watch with my eyes.. All the lies... That people tell to decisive and disguise. The questions and way we live... With the words I don't know, and as a result the innocent ask why? With failure to comply and wonder why others try... I no longer wish to be part of the liberal agenda.. I have to do this on my own.. Meaning I have a battle to win... Wings to spread people to take under them. I have to get high.. I don't need grass.. I don't need to go to space.. I am already living in outer space... My space that is outer.... Get out my space... My face.... As now I know that I have mouths to feed.. Failure is the first step that one has to take in order to succeed. Though with stress that kills, and skin that bleeds how can one do this if those two things takes away the chance of getting to breathe. No longer can I separate my wants from my needs As we are so busy talking about each other. Family says I have your back and stab you in it like that. Quick to lose track Relationships like trains that travel at full speeds a fun ride, but quick to go off track. That has no name.... The youth of today not in the proper state of mind cause they are not on track no one there to take care of them. They have not been properly been trained.. I can't tell time, but I watch.. I watch with my wrist I watch with my eyes.. All the hate... All the doubt who are tempted by fate, who say that they can't wait... Using others as bait.... Then throw them in the water as if they never wanted them to stay. Cast Away.... Always wanting to fight.. Not knowing wrong from right... My voice will be heard today.. My voice will be heard tonight. People tell you wrong when you may be right.... Yes … Know that this year I missed a lot, but next year I will not... I will be thankful for what I can do.... Thankful for what I got... I am not in love... I was in love with what I in visioned.... Dear 2011... Dear 2012 Not only will I take, but I will earn... They say often times there is the PSR... The only difference for me I am at the point where I have to return... Look out 2012 here I come... Will you be ready for me? Will I meet someone? I will see you when it is time, and we will see... I will see you in four days.. Are you ready for me?
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1 Review Added on December 31, 2011 Last Updated on December 31, 2011 AuthorPoeticFuryNew Orleans, LAAboutHeaven has no fury like a writer with emotion. I love writing more than I love life. Why? Cause writing is my life, and without it I have no life. I enjoy music, and meeting new people. Also like most.. more..Writing
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