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Parallel Heavyn

I’m going cray-cray some say…crazy in love, baby… But, hey, I’m feeling fine up in here Boldness and bravery today…went through me… Shedded a tear with no fear…fear… I’m corny and punny all in one I’m the sun that shines…much like His Son Perpendicular and parallel lines fill my day Shapes and sizes fill me with a shimmering ray Geometric geniuses and geography gracefully mix together as one Gingerly, I walk away...then, in utter despair, the war has begun A war my mind can only fathom... I'm feelin' titaniumb (strong and numb)... Succumbing to serving others’ with love, affection and hope Numbing the pain of insane rain and it’s a train that won’t stop… Now is the time to somehow bring me back to life Peace out with no second thought trace of strife I don't feel like myself at times I'm sorry I'm shy sometimes I just don't like you anymore...everything hurts from the inside out I just don't love you no more...I'm dripping with dangerous doubt I put my hopes up... Now, they are low But, the air of flair grows inside me Confident raindrops push aside the envy Joy, peace, love, faith, you name it, has come to me suddenly God's Spirit is here and there...now, I clearly see... Or, at least I'm a delusional dreamer At the greatest, I'm creamier than cream itself... I'm sweet, then bitter, then sour... I'm sorry that you've hit your final hour The clock is chiming and you keep on sighing You love life, so live it properly...fully...full of recovery...live it to the fullest and try your best to pass any test... Any tribulation or hardship you may tackle down is good for you in the long run You are just living life for the foolish fun - stop and think...pay attention...listen, hun I'm a delusional dreamer I'm a delusional dreamer I'm...a...delusional...dreamer... I wasn't meant to be a nightmare... But, it seems like that in the mirror... I need Your love, Your hope, Your cheer Not this envy, sadness, ugliness, fear There is a monster in all of us... Tame it with angels, not demons, man I can recall good times...I hear you fuss and cuss and it hurts me...come back to us and hop on the sympathy bus I think I can...I think I can...I believe I can... I lost my train of thought, But not my sense of humility Drop your guard and swallow your pride I'm done with you I'm done with you... Bossing me around You don't know what I've gone through I felt left out out of the blue... Where's my other shoe? Where's my other shoe? Laughter fills my day You're having it your way While I'm here, typing this poem in sadness God, help me, help all...through this madness End distress Begin success Give us adrenalin rushes from your happiness I pursuit it with cheerfulness, merriness How lovely, how delightful How grand, how frightful You've come out to be I'm sorry, I'm not you, baby No remorse...please, no more remorse I'm getting out of the tune and you are off course Of course I want to sing...and bring you happiness and joy I don't want to be manipulated like a torn-apart toy I don't know - heads up, 7-up... I sometimes feel like giving up But, that means giving in You'll be with me through thick and thin I'm happy and then, I'm not You're happy and I forget Why do I sit here and rot? Why do I soak in so much regret? Watching the crows soar Watching the doves soar I'm feeling free to the core I love you more and more... Yet, there's so much more in store... You're the one that I adore... Watching the sky soar vibrantly... Watching the sun shine violently Watching the moon shimmer anew... I am just sick with dem luv flu... It's nothing new really I'm just a delusional daydreamer I'm just a delusional daydreamer I'm just...a forlorn wild child... That's soon-to-be mild

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