The CHRONICles: I can't take back the words if they're said

You ever wish you could do something right?
Like life is laughing at you out of spite.
Every corner you turn,
You hit a  d e a d  end.
Keeping your enemies close,
You lose all your friends.


Relationships aren't getting any clearer,
I can't face the person in the mirror.
Can't distinguish between comfort and pain,
Try to look for sunshine
Only thing visible is rain.
My sins start outweighing every good deed,
Its like the rose that grew from concrete
Is still an unblossomed seed...


But how do I begin to grow?
When a million seductive voices
Are calling me from below.
Echoing, screaming all my pride and sin
Apathy mixed with doubt bursting from within


Why's everything I touch seem to waste away?
Everytime I demolish a wall
It wont stay that way.
Can't figure out who I'm going to be
And when I see my dreams getting closer,
Thats when they always seem to flee...
From me.


 Is this just self-pity from a disillusioned mind?
Or is there a TRUTH I'm looking to find?
If writing's the escape and the pen TRIUMPHS the sword
And every idea is immortal,
And salvation is in the almighty word,
Then how come we all linger
On the brink of self-defeat?
Threatening to implode from our self generated heat...




If every soul has its mate,
And to every night there is a day,
Then where do the broken souls go
To find their own fate?

c.e.

The CHRONICles: random mind wanderings/reflections on the day: De

What is strength, what is selfglorification?
What is bravery, what is bravado?

We spend our whole existence conjuring up images of heroes in our lives. We give them traits invisible to the world, we attribute major accomplishments to them, and we build them up to mammoth heights.

Then on unbeautiful days we are shown who they really are.

We begin to see blemishes in their once perfect glistens.
We see cracks in their superior shells.
We see rough edges in their once flawless finishes.

Our once bold, unbreakable faith that had upheld the foundation of these distant statues begins to shake, threatening to give way...

How can we repaint the images we once ogled at with admiration?
How are we to reimagine the perfectious figures we once held in such esteem?

To what degree are we, the witnesses, capable of sustaining heroism...

The Fallen Hero...

Under these silk covers..

Under these silk covers,
I've had dreams about you that fade with the morning sun...

Under these silk covers,
I've empowered my brain, brushed up on my knowledge, and consumed many books...

Under these silk covers,
I've learned what it means to feel loneliness, quickly replaced with longing...

Under these silk covers,
I've had contemplative thoughts, deeper than the ocean...

Under these silk covers,
I've felt the stinging, drunken pain of defeat as I waited for sobriety to wane...

Under these silk covers,
I've battled insomnia unvictoriously...

Under these silk covers,
I've discovered the pleasure of a morning doobie, and the agony of untimely spliff...

Under these silk covers,
I've woken up in cold sweats, wondering if I should make it through...

Under these silk covers,
I've giggled at past memories, reflected on current events, and hoped for future plans...

Under these silk covers,
I've battled writer's block, spent too many all-nighters, and written enough to stretch from one end of the world to the other...



Under these silk covers,
I've been forced to face myself..

...Because under these silk covers,
it is just me against the world...

TWO-MORE-OH

I never worry about tomorrow,
I figure I'm too young and things will fall into place when I'm there.


I never solidly plan for tomorrow,
I'm too irresponsible to care.




Then one day it hits slaps me;
The sun has long gone, today is coming to an end.


And we've reached tomorrow...

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