a couple

patience is a virtue
and though it hurts
it wont hurt you
its a quiet time
where you search you
for what you look through
a little bit of patience
can make you feel complacent
angry antsy tired
and also quite the patient
wether sick, sad, or sarrow
take a moment and barrow
some time for today
that you need for tomarrow
and when tomarrow arives
if your still alive
just thank the father
and continue the ride


ok i hate this and im stopping
i dont know why i havent felt like writing but its really starting to make me mad
maybe ill just write about that
and im sick of rhyming
im giving up on rhyming
it drives me up the wall
it makes me want to slowly pull every hair out of my head
arg
ok lets try something else

what do you do when the words wont come
when your sitting alone
lost in the moment
when know one can know
exactally that feeling
when your body shivers
and your heart aches
when your mind reals
and your eyes burn
when the tears wont come
though you know they are there
theyre hiding to
leaving you alone
so you look to the languange
of words and emotion
and you start to form lines
patiently slowly
letting them build
upon them selves
till you have a tower
that kind of displays
that feeling
the sarrow
that anger
and saddness
the lost lonelyness of you
where your insides bleed crimson
and your outside bleeds tears
where you call upon the lord
but you dont trust your intentions
so you hide from the answer
afraid of what youve asked
and what it will bring back to you
so you go deeper into that feeling
till it seeps into your bones
and it creaks in your ears
with every movement
where every breath is a meloncholy
inhalation of sarrow
that fills your lungs
and slowly pumps that feeling
to ever part of your body
so you call on him again
not sure of your intentions
and you afraid of the answer
because you hate the question
so you try to hide deeper in the feeling
but you cant
because slowly
that feeling has become you
and you are that feeling
every cell
every molocule
every movent
every thought
so you scream to your maker
to save you from your self
and in time he answers
when your own your knees
when your begging and pleading
and tears wet your cheeks
as your teeth clench
and the sobs rock your body
you scream
and he hears you
and he calls back
telling you his been calling on you
but you refused to listen
and the fear grips you
tightens like a vice
but he will stay faithful
no matter how many times
you pull away
run away
hide away
and embrace
that feeling