At what point does one move from Delusional to Dreamer to Visionary? Is it one victory? Three? Five? When fantasy starts to become reality, When is the creator of the future No longer regarded as crazy But merely out there? When? Asking for a friend.
Two roads diverged in the woods and I I took the one harsher to the eye. Unpaved the route, no clear laid plan For that is the path to become a man.
Poetry is the soul put on the page for others to see and study, dissect like you cut apart my heart.
Hearing your voice illicits the butterflies, just like the first time every time.
We both live in pain that we ignore, Pushing it down and applying Coping mechanisms to make it Through the day and night. All the damage from the fights, The stiffness and constant ache. Scars a reminder of the past, Both physical and emotional.
You ask again what I want? I want it all. But most of all, I want you to be happy. Not the hedonistic haze You are in now, Claiming you are happy; But real true happiness Sustainable joy Generated from within, Not dependent upon others Or external validation To fill your void But rather self-created […]
The heat wave has broken. The fever dream gone, Cool rationale returned. No more illusions, No more delusions. I see you as you are, More flaws than facts. My skin as clammy As your heart.
The arrow does not seek the target, But rather is drawn to it By something neither can understand.
The others just want you to open your legs, While I want you to open your heart So that I can enter you And pierce you As you did Me.
Even though it won’t be easy WE are worth it my dear.