Every day has become the same

[fade out far]

The man of great wisdom has become silent
The self proclaimed genius has no more ideas
the days are falling into each other now growing violent
awake but am I really alive
The motions they stumble
Ill ask for another answer
He says to me my son if I could tell you one
Leave this all behind and close that open mind

I feel Ive seen too much I feel Ive done too much
I feel Ive gained so much I feel its not enough
Now its all the same
a writers worst nightmare a frame
I'm stuck standing still
Are my thoughts even real
This place in time my existence
Ive given up on the battle
no more resistance
I will let life take me just for now
Keep my head down in a bow


s**t I don't know maybe Ill go fall in love or something lol.

[Yiama]

If it helps, I'd like to take a hammer to that frame you're stuck in and pull you out of it? Life has so much more to offer you. (go fall in love, find yourself a crazy stupid love)

You do exist
Your thoughts are real
Don't always go on how you 'feel'
Lift your head up from your bow
And march on forward, you know how
When you reach happiness let me know,
For then I will be the one to bow to you so.

[fade out far]

Yiama

If it helps, I'd like to take a hammer to that frame you're stuck in and pull you out of it? Life has so much more to offer you. (go fall in love, find yourself a crazy stupid love)

You do exist
Your thoughts are real
Don't always go on how you 'feel'
Lift your head up from your bow
And march on forward, you know how
When you reach happiness let me know,
For then I will be the one to bow to you so.

I am not even going to lie this reply made me so happy you're flow was so persistent I don't even know what to say thank you :')

[Yiama]

Your piece really took something on me, I can relate in more ways than I'd like to admit. I let my head hang to life as though I were just a pawn to life's game of chess. And then I found myself being handled with care by my friends and those who've read the poetry that I've posted: poetry is powerful. And yours hit home with me smile I was actually getting teary eyed after reading it and I'd like to offer to you my ears. If you ever feel the need to talk to just want to vent through poems, I'd be more than happy to listen.


I try to be a persistan person, sometimes it helps me for the worse, but I'm still glad of that because it's what's allowed me to fight on and place checkmate on my life's enemies ;D