No sleep,
Yet smoke in the morning,
Hangs as I leap,
High notes in recording.
Cuz liars are found out,
And narcissists are walking,
As I hide with the pout,
And the cheerful talking.
Yet the smoke and drinks and the talking,
While hand in hand in heart and mind,
All fade away with us walking,
With the smiles that sometimes are hard to find.
The cups and the glass and the humming,
All fade to the back like normal.
The rushed strumming,
Becoming lost and informal.
Lost in the background,
Thoughts and sound and life.
It can all be found,
Once you take a step back and view the rife.
Lost with everything,
To have dread while others have faith,
Or found with nothing,
To have hope as others think you are full of wraith.
Words mumbled and criticism spewed,
Hands shaking and fists curled,
Head low seen rude,
Another argument unfurled.
Seeing eye to eye with a mirror,
Is simple yet in fact wrong.
Even if the eyes are foggy or clearer,
You'll at some point fall and stay strong.
You with yourself and a smile,
Are criticized by blood,
The other part is bile,
Even as you realize the words are a dud.
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Thoughtful Rhymes
PoetryThis is a book of poems made from my imagination and passions. I hope some of you can enjoy the passions and ideas that have birthed themselves onto paper and were transcribed here. Enjoy! Bye Bye! Highest ranking: 964 #27 on #pray #35 on #think
