Chained in Shadows
I've been chained in shadows and I'm tryin' to escape,
I'm tired of people walking by and leaving in their wake
The baggage of their life times--lost ideals and old emotions
Shattered dreams and broken souls, all filled with commotion.
They pour into me all their scorn and their hate
Never dreaming someday of the monster they create.
I've been chained in shadows and I'm tired of being lost,
I just wanna be free despite all of the costs.
You can pin me down, you can cover my eyes
But nothing's gonna stop me when it's time to arise.
It's time to stop running, stop blaming all of your woe
On the person in the shadows...it's your fault, you know.
I've been chained in shadows and I've come to realize
I'm to blame for my choices, and so are you for your lies.
It's called personal responsibilty--and so I made my choice
When I act it's with my own will, when I speak it's in my voice;
You can't keep me in the shadows, not without a fight,
I'll keep pressing on forever for my vision and my sight.
Book of Feathers
As a fallen angel,
wings stripped of their feathers
by the demons from my mind’s hell
my strength slowly withers.
But I will rebuild my wings
with every new feather
adds a new page to the rings
that bind my book of leather.
This book of mine
tells the story of redemption
over the course of time
as I battle my depression.
The demons take my pen
and tell me to just stop trying,
to just give in
and get busy dying.
However I steal the pen back
before I can doubt
and numb myself black
to block them out.
This book of feathers is my mission
my scarred skin makes its bind
my blood of crimson iron inks its inscription
my bone makes its spine.
By finishing this book before I die
I hope these pages put together
will rebuild my wings and let me fly
so I can show all my book of feathers.
I'll never be like Edgar Poe
I'll be myself and try hard though.
For I know love, and I know loss.
And I know words, and I've been crossed.
The heart I've got could write all day,
The mind I've got can make it that way.
I'm dark sometimes, but love brings light
I'll write about how love's light bites!
I'll write until the day I die,
but I'll never be Poe
- and how could I?
I hid behind "hungryhobbyist"
on another website.
But on theprose, I determined
I would do it right.
I'd use my real name
so that, maybe
one might search the web
and find me
selling my written words
for a living.
Can't pay the rent
by constantly giving
away for nothing
what I've created.
I decided, before
to finally say,
"Oh, what the hell."
That's why, on Prose,
We are conditioned to be consumer consumed. We are brought up in hubris, tricked into pomposity. Societal traits are force fed from infancy. The strive for success instilled is based on mass possession.
It’s easy to forget each human being has undergone billions of forms, shapes, and sizes, reassembling DNA, forming an organic ecosystem of which millions of living things are working in harmony to allow us to function.
Everything is a sponge, we all are born of stardust, remember who you are and KeepCosmic.
It’s been my username for everything
For as long as I can remember
When I was young, I must have thought,
“Hey, I like horses, I’m a girl, and my name starts with k”
And thought that was a brilliant idea
It’s just kind of stuck
I don’t have the time or energy
To come up with one of those thought-provoking names
The ones you read and think,
“Wow that’s a really great name”
I guess I also get nostalgic for mine
I’ve used it for so long,
It’s become part of me
I don’t think I’ll ever change it
I like it
It’s perfect for me
just another person in this large, yet small-seeming world,
invisible on the streets, at work, in the store,
just another person waiting for a lover,
the one to make us whole, our other half,
since I am just another person,
I could be anyone, 60 year old man, 15 year old girl,
just another person longing for a fantasy of love and hope,
while falling through space to the end of this race.