Dancing to the Beat of My Pulse

The silence of your thoughts is killing me.

You only to drum to your own beat.

The things I left unsaid,

and the riot in my head.

Now I’m dancing to the beat of my pulse.

While you yell in my ear.

You sound in despair.

And I don’t regret a thing.

The fire begins in my hands now.

And you have a heart made of ice.

So tell all the world your song,

tell them of heart break and wrong.

Now I’m dancing to the beat of my pulse.

While you yell in my ear.

You sound in despair.

And I don’t regret a thing.

Dreams of Flight

Wings of black against the sky,

caged and perched, he watches them fly.

Head lowered and tucked away,

slowly his dreams decay.

Gently the lone song begins,

telling of regret and of his sins.

For this begat his dreadful fate,

and now he holds a horrible hate.

This ignorant bird, quite lonesome be,

used to have it all, you see.

His wings once spread against the sky,

will never again learn to fly.

Rusty bars obscure bright light,

Oh, what a sad, pathetic sight!

Head lowered and tucked away,

slowly his dreams decay.

Revelation

Simplicity is not easily found,
I recall it's quite impossible.
Yet explanations of simple joy,
of real true faith,
seem quite probable.

I Hate My Handwriting

I am not consistent. I don’t like myself. So I change my handwriting. You can figure a person out by their handwriting.

Do their “I’s” look conceited?

Do their “U’s” have a feeling of longing?

Do their “T’s” taste good?

Do their “W’s” look friendly?

Do their “O’s” seem surprised?

So because I’m not consistent and because I don’t like myself and because I change my handwriting, I bet my words look like lies. But if they aren’t conceited, and they don’t seem desperate, and they taste good, and they're friendly, and they're surprising, then I’m okay. Because then I’ve got you believing that I love my handwriting.

And that’s fine with me.

Visions in my Head

On this blog, I'll be posting any kind of writing that I do. I post it for me, for the visions in my head. If no one reads it, then I couldn't care less. But if there is some one out there taking it all in, then cheers to you.