Mythology

Mythology of any kind is the greatest. At least it is when it inspires you. Oh if your not familiar with Thanatos, you may not get it.

Thanatos

The space between numbers is endless,
The moments count to nowhere,
Time wasted,
Time spent,
What is the end? What is the beginning?
The time between thoughts is careless,
The place in mind is empty,
Thoughts spent,
Thoughts lost,
What is the meaning? What is the purpose?
The thoughts of blood are common,
The glances flow together,
Thanatos lives,
Thanatos invites,
Where is this fate? Where is this end?
The Thanatos of heart is alive,
The realizations come to pass,
Life acknowledged,
Life appreciated,
Where is this end? Where is end of Thanatos?

More Delusions

I love writing schizophrenic poems; its kinda fun

What am I

What Am I?
You?
Yes, what am I?
Does it matter?
I just want to know why I live
Do you not want to live in order to feel?
I feel pain.

Where Am I?
Where?
Yes, were am I?
Does it hurt?
I just want to be happy were I am.
Are you not happy, not satisfied?
I don’t know.

Why?
Why?
Yes, why?
Why what?
I want to know why everyone hurts.
Why…is life pain, hurt?
I don’t know.

What am I?
You?
Yes, Me
You don’t understand yet?
I just want to be happy.
Are you feeling unhappy?
I feel Pain

Vintage Model

Might as well post this. This is the first "Poem" (if you want to call it that) that i wrote sometime in the 8th grade

Time

If time is a measurement of space; why does it seem different to people? Time.
To some it goes by slowly,
To others it goes by quickly,
Why?
If it were a measurement; would it not be constant?
The same?
People interpret thing different that’s true,
But even measurements are the same,
For example,
An inch is an inch
A foot is a foot
A yard is a yard
But to people time is always changing; it is never the same,
Why is it not the same for everyone?
Why is it different?

More Crazed Thoughts

This poem is very similar to Loneliness. However this is more about the concept of Reality vs. Dream, and it really just goes in a circle; kind of how my mind
functions...(haha)

Thoughts and Dreams

Reality?
Yes reality
What is reality?
It is the world outside you dream
Where is my dream?
It is at the end of reality
Dreams?
Yes dreams
What is a dream?
It is the emotions you feel in reality
Where is my reality?
It is at the heart of your dream
Me?
Yes you
What am I?
You are the thoughts of existence
Where is my existence?
It is at the heart of your dream
Existence?
Yes existence
What is existence?
It is the dream of reality
What is this dream?
It is your reality
Where am I?
You?
Where am I?
You are at the end of reality
This is a dream?
Of your reality…of your existence

Oops

It was not until after I wrote this that I realized that this shares the same name as a song…

The Suffering

When do we understand?
When do we feel?
When are the things inside our mind not just a dream?
The emotions that move us…that rule us.
When are they true?
Emotions that we do not understand

Who is the person inside us?
Who is trying…to say the things we cannot?
Who is that face that comes to touch us?
The soul that lives in the mind of all…of hearts.
Who is that?
Souls that speak when we do not.
Why do we cry?
Why do we feel the dread of life?
Why the souls of all mortals?
The pain of life encloses us.
Why the hate?
Mortals that cry out in pain…our pain.
When do are spirits break free from all this?
When all things die…why do we live?
When do we understand?
The souls that talk when we do not.
What do they do with our spirit?
The voice that rules us…the voice that whispers “The Suffering”

The Product of Sleep

What do you know, my thoughts came together in a rough poem

Dream

The deepest thoughts in our mind
A truth that is not truth
Dreams we make to let us feel life…
To show that reality is not life
The untruth we want true
A lie that is so comforting
Dreams we hope can come true…
To show that life is worth living
The love caught in soul
A hope that we love so dear
Dreams are created by love…
To show that love is real
The person seen in our dreams
A person always true
Dreams in which we see the person we love…
To show that love is a dream
The person we love
A person in thought
Dreams that come true…
To show us the truth…
The person we love

A Message

I wrote this for a friend of mine, when she was not feeling well; I hope you catch some "Fly Me to the Moon" lyrics

The Gift of Love

The gift of love..
Something to cherish…
Something so fragile and weak
The gift of love….
The thing we long for…the thing we want…the thing we love
The people we love…
The gift of us…
Something like no other…
Something so strong and lasting…
The gift of us…
The thing and feeling we love…the thing we understand…the thing we love…
The people we love…
The hell of broken promise
Something to hate…
Something so evil and malice
The hell of broken promise
The thing we hate…the thing we do not understand…the thing we die over…
Im sorry….

Fill my heart with song and let me sing forever more
You are all I loved
And
All I worshipped and adored
In other words
Please be true….
In other words
I LOVE YOU