Friday, June 29, 2012

Free-Doom

Fighting my inner demons,
arguing over breathing of someones.
Sorting the fights of others,
mind is flying around like feathers.

Tear drops and sinks in the pillow,
wondering till when will this follow.
Forever says the mind mine,
hearts kind and says it will soon be fine.

Tossing and turning all night,
fearing when is the next big fight,
finding a match stick to light,
hunting the way out, but i trip on dynamite.

Hearing the acids till the ear bleeds,
brains full but still it feeds,
planting trees with fear as seeds,
changing the life, choices, and its deeds.

Born into a match ring as referee,
not taking sides as fighters are Bruce Lee,
will live for others like last standing old tree,
waiting for the time till my heart stops and i shall forever be free!

Wednesday, June 27, 2012

Love, Its a game of hearts!

You want to ahead a step,
you want to take it back,
you holding your feet up,
till you lose your balance and end up.

You feel you are needed,
you feel it needs to be let go.
Holding in your palms tight,
sliping like sand white. 

You play russian roulette blinds,
passing the gun unaware but finds,
your name on bullet goes right through,
heads on the table regreting why you?

You feel disgusted when other have fun,
but actually you wish you had done.
You aint sixty didnt even pass thirty,
there is still time so don't be hasty.

Love, Its a game of hearts,
look, it aint no darts,
close your eyes and let it feel,
lost again, get another deal!