BOREDOM
in my own little world,
i sit here
daydreaming about my life.
in a dreamland
i can fly,
everything is ok,
people are happy,
nobody hurts.
sunny days,
clear skies,
no dark clouds,
nothings gonna rain
on my parade.
i do what i want,
i am not judged,
i can be me,
and i can be happy.
in my own little world,
i sit here
daydreaming about my life.
then i snap back
to reality
and decide to stop
sitting here dreaming
instead
i go out
and make
my dreams
come true
UNTITLED
sitting at my desk
my mind begins to wander
into the dark corners
of my imagination.
the flow of reality makes way
for the incoming fantasy world
as dreams, hopes, and fears
creep ever closer.
the ideas overwhelm me
spilling over and all around
i am thinking that anything is possible
if i only try.
then the fantasy world begins to fade
as reality takes hold once again
i look at the people, places, and things
and know that with them, i share this escape.
FRUSTRATION
Strict liability
death or viability
motivate, procreate
legalize it all.
Who presides?
they decide
educating and debating
rulers of the land.
No you can't, yes you can
I got caught, so I ran.
dimwit, hypocrite
you drag me off to jail
Your morality is forced
polititions are coerced
corruptible, destructible
you can all just go to hell!
INNOCENCE OF A CHILD
The innocence of a child
so perfect
unspoiled
It is slowly stolen
by time
by experience.
Too much hate
from ignorance
is taught.
WHIRLWIND
Sometimes I wonder
if insanity is closing in
As the flood of emotions
threatens to overwhelm me.
I want to laugh, but I know
the laughter won't end once it begins.
I want to cry, but I know I will drown.
I want to scream, but I know it won't ever stop.
I want to run, but I know there's nowhere to go.
Managing to stifle these primal urges,
the feelings of hopelesshelplessness returns once again.
YOUTH
Going back in my mind
to the faraway time
of carefree youth.
I ease into its simplicity.
No worries or responsibilities.
No real problems to figure out.
I am in peaceful serenity.
I bring this memory back
to the youth of today.
Hold on to this time for as long as you can
you only get a short time.
THE STRUGGLE
The struggle begins
in my mind
with the realization
of my true self
and the knowledge
of society's ignorance
and hate
of what it doesn't understand.
The struggle intensifies
in my mind
with the desire
to share my identity
and the fear
of society's persecution
of me.
UNTITLED
Learning to think on my own,
to shrug off society's "morality"
and embrace who I am,
(if only to myself)
I am thrust into
that lonely place in my mind.
I long to come out of it
but society's ignorance
forces me to hide.
I contemplate my choices.
There is no easy solution.
Which is the lesser
of the two evils?
Hiding inside my mind,
or emerging only to find
a wall of hate?
SHATTERED LOVE
one love, two love
where did ya go?
three love, four love
now you're my foe.
round and round
the circle of life
round and round
turns my knife
end it now
end it all
end it now
now i fall
on the floor
I'm finally done
on the floor
I have won
one slice here
how easy it seems
one slice there
for my shattered dreams
the sweet, sharp blade
on the picture of you
the sweet, sharp blade
over the picture it flew
out of sight
out of mind
taken flight
like its kind
your picture's gone now
as are you
I can move on now
it's finally through.
Memories of you
memories of you
fill my dreams
in the night.
memories of you
haunt me
through the day.
memories of you
remind me always
of the love we share.
Memories
it all happened so fast.
you came into my life,
changing me forever...
teaching me subtle secrets
of life
and happiness.
now, looking back,
I wonder
just how much
fate, destiny, or whatever
played a part.
it all happened so fast.
everything seemed so perfect,
can it really be...
perfect?
now, looking back,
I see
we are just human
heart, mind, emotions
working against each other sometimes.
it all happened so fast.
I fell in love with you,
every aspect of you...
good, bad, in-between.
now, looking back,
I realize
how lucky I am
that you chose me too.
Back to "Me".
©1997, by Marrisa Honeycheck.
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