Poetry | Long

I sense a force inside of me
That I know is not my own
It keeps my eyes from opening
It stretches life too far- too long

Though wishing I for freedom, still,
This pressure will not let me go
I live in so-called paradise
But die to free from unseen foe

Does anyone believe this lie?
This thought that living on is blessed?
Wish they for such a curse as mine?
This promise: future long as past

Wind, please be the death of me
Let go of your vindictive war
And take this immortality
I do not want it anymore.

She watched you as you stood the waves
Through ocean’s angry roar
She thought that she might follow you,
But will not leave the shore

Her faith lies not in Kingdom Come
In hope of life through death
She claims her courage strong as yours
Though stays by water’s edge

She’s watched you grow up all her life
She’s seen you become strong
Each day she strives to be like you
But now that feeling’s gone

You’re standing tall, though all alone
The waves can’t knock you down
Courage dashed by fear, she says;
"But I don’t want to drown…"

She backs away, her breath a sob
She’s failed in all you are
She turns around and runs away
In search of somewhere far

You watch her bare feet kick the sand
And tears your own eyes burn
But even as she runs in fear
You pray that she’ll return

And as I tell of young one’s fear
I speak this tale of "she"
For fear that you may realized
That seaside girl...
...was me.

Don’t you slip?
Don’t you fall?
Don’t you ever regret?
Don’t you wish
You could change?
You say no, want a bet?

Yeah I know
That I fell
And I do everyday
And I want
To move on
To do better, to change

But you keep
Giving hints
That aren’t hints in the least
You just brag
And you point
On my errors you feast

Well perhaps
You have grown
And you’re changing with time
But I know
For a fact
You’ve got faults just like mine.

Frustration building up since then
It’s starting to leak through
My anger eating up my time
Need someone to talk to

You seem laid back, so "everyday"
I’d hate to rock the boat
But all the words I want to say
Won’t stay inside my throat.

Yet I refuse to wreck your day
With excerpts out of mine
It’s clear that you have things to do,
So I won’t waste your time

And still, I hope you see me here
Downtrodden, overcast
Invite me, please, to talk to you
Just look at me, and ask

Ask me how my day has been
Which parts do I regret?
Ask me what’s been going on
And why I seem upset

I don’t expect a miracle
Or a new best friend
I don’t suppose I’ll get advice
Or that you’ll understand

But everyone’s ignoring me,
Don’t care what’s going on
I’m begging you, just look at me
Ask me, say "what’s wrong?"

So Emma turned the music on

Emma turned the music on
She didn’t quite know why
Her boss had told her not to,
Oh, perhaps a dozen times
"No such thing as ambiance,"
he said, "and country’s corny"
But Emma turned to FM anyway
That April morning

Yeah, Emma turned the music on

Something awesome happened,
An old lady started smiling
Two parents sighed in their relief;
They’re three-year-old stopped crying
Two friends began to talk again
As though nothing was wrong
A teenager bought coffee, black
And gave it to her mom

When Emma turned the music on

A man could feel the joy
He couldn’t get from his caffeine
A single mom, she knew this song,
And so began to sing
A married couple rose and danced
For all the shop to see
A nervous young man faced his girl,
And got down on one knee

Cause Emma turned the music on

Now I’m not saying anything
That you’ve never heard,
But well, you never know what’s gonna
Changed somebody’s world

So go and turn the music on

Tear me up
My paper shreds
Will take the wind back home

Make me cry
And all my tears
Will evaporate in air

Take my wings
You’re gonna see
I can fly without them there

Tell me lies
But still the truth
Whispers to me, "it’s pretend"

Break my heart
I know you can
But the shattered shards will mend

Do me harm
And do your best
But it won’t change anything

I belong
To a Father
Who gave all His love to me

I’m immortal and invincible and free.

God, it’s Autumn
Somehow words like "bright" and "radiant" seem weak
Touch the ocean
But it takes my breath away and I can’t speak
It’s an aggravating game of hide and seek

Sun has risen
"You are beautiful" is how we greet the day
Heart is broken
And yet "broken heart" is all that we can say
God, oh why did You make language work this way?

Snow is falling
Every poet will describe it, but they fail
Wind is blowing
Only "wind" encapsulates the heavens’ wail
Life makes all vocabulary seem to pale

Rain and roses
Fire, freedom, starlit nights, despair and dreams
God, You’ve given
Use a world that’s full of wonders, so it seems
But no way to say we’re feeling all these things

God, it’s crazy
When You made us, there’s some things that You forgot
Or, just maybe
All You wanted was "I can’t define You, God"
To be something Your Creation says a lot.

For what higher calling is there
For the wielder of a pen?
Make me singer or an actor
Surely they would know me then

In a world that’s full of movies
That can say it twice as well,
Who would dare be caught assuming
That a poem casts a spell?

There was once a time for sonnets
But that time has come and gone
People still reflecting on it
Are the ones not with us long

Make me someone of importance
And if not, just let me say:
I don’t want to be a poet
I was only born this way.