Wrote It Myself

I saw through you like an open window,
I thought everything you thought.
Your actions blew smoothly through the frame,
but off guard I was caught.

I knew you like an open book,
I read between your lines.
But you added an alternative ending,
that was full of hatred and lies.

I learned you like my favorite song,
I took in every part.
I memorized your lyrics and took every word to heart.

But it soon rained, the storm of lies hit hard.
The thunder of pain cracked the wonderful window I loved to look out of.
The lightning scared me away from my favorite book.
The rain got to you, so you ran away with my favorite song.
But I still remembered the hook.

When the sun came out to explore the sky and chase away the clouds,
I didn't hear your melody a little or aloud.
So I sat and looked out my own window and my own song I wrote
I wrote it all on my own too, every harmonic note.

Can or Cant

not hearing, seeing or knowing anything
not wanting, needing or being everything
not knowing, liking, or loving anyone
not showing, helping or being someone
not listening, or giving advice some time
not stopping to care for something anytime
not having the ability to be there for somebody
not showing emotion towards anybody
the different between hate and love, love and hate
is love can, and hate, can't

Chasing Complexity by me

The normal me would just love to write without a passion
without a hope
without a dream
without a sense of inspiration
The normal me is comfortable in that simplistic state

Simplicity holds the dull fear of one-dimensional dreams,
failed thoughts of life that do not prevail
to curious minds with thirsty hearts that wish to be inspired
expecting to be changed in some way
not wanting to be abused by the
emptiness of overdone fantasies and un-original plots

I lash out against simplicity
its stiffening mist of gray has tried to reign over my very
heart, soul, my total being
pulling me,
but i fight to get to the place of high motivation where complexity reigns supreme

I desire that beautiful sight of complexity that seems so near
the passionate rays and wonderful shades
give hopeful color to my fears
that sky blue that holds inspiration of dreams unfulfilled for determined mines
that fiery red that breaks the barriers of love, hate, passion and fate
that sun-kissed yellow that brings wondrous adventures with each morning
All the different possibilities that thrive in one idea must be evolved into their own

I do not wish to be the normal me
So I strive to catch complexity