Walking on thin ice
Searching the universe for a new vice.
One wrong step could mean never again waking
One step... cracking, another step... breaking.
I watch as another piece of the path floats away
but from this path, I must not stray.
I finally see the frozen water's edge
I finally reach it, but now I'm looking down from a ledge.
No more path from here, what am I supposed to do?
Is this it, the end, am I finally through?
Then I see something across from me
Standing next to a twisted tree.
Then I see something across the pit
Standing over a small fire that he just lit.
Then I see another, then another
they... are... me... one, two, three, four.
We each walked different paths to reach this place
and confusion was clear on each ones' face.
Water, Earth, Air, and Fire
Each one with a different desire.
Frozen, Quaking, Tempest, Eruption
each one brings its own destruction.
What is it that I am here to learn?
Life, Live, Breathe, Burn!
The mind is
Gentle... Hostile...
Changeable... Fragile.
Why is truth harder to believe than fiction?
Why do people make up things just to get attention?
Why is it so hard to just say "NO"?
Why does a falsehood o'er time seem to grow?
Why is it more fun to be naughty than nice?
Why do some seem to like walking on thin ice?
Why do some lie to make a story more interesting?
Why do some like to watch a sore festering?
Why tell a lie when the truth is much simpler,
When if you tell the truth you've less to remember?
Why work so hard to get out of work?
Why not get it done 'stead of sit there and shirk?
Why spend $5.00 worth of gas to save $1.00 on a sale item?
Why is it easier to believe in a false god who hates you than
a loving Father Who gave Himself up for you?
Shine on, dear star of mine
Someday, you will truly shine
Like sugar and wine
Like sugar and wine
You are divine
You are fine
You smell like pine
Wish you were mine
Wish you were mine
Wish you were mine
Relief from grief
Heat for a brief time
Leads to relief
It is oh so sublime...
Prosperity and despondency
Free, liberty, free, liberty...possibly
Happily ever after...after...
Comes and goes...laughter...
Possibilities and responsibilities...please...
Acceptance except the breeze of at-ease
Raindrops and roses...it’s our thick skin, running dry on the highway...
It’s every single day in May
I’ll be having it my way...
Someday, some say I’m handsome and clever and flirty
But I want to be set free
However, how can I? Is it because of me?
I’m walking on thin ice
I’m a living sacrifice
I’m like a cat amongst the mice
I’m like the eagle upon the rock and picking out the single rice
It’s so nice
It’s so nice
It’s so nice
I’m feeling prosperity, guilt and despondency
Free me from corruption’s hold upon me...
Upon me...
Upon me..
Upon me.
Where do I begin
To ask the question
And do I divulge my sin
Reveal obsession
Please I need your wise advice
I’m walking on thin ice
What if I pay the price
Will I regret this choice
Do I roll the dice
Trust my inner voice
Play this lottery
blank uncertainty
Of possibility
Drowning in the sea
My heart is beating faster
Do I just take the leap
Like ripping off a plaster
Unveiled my destiny
Will that evoke disaster
Will I be sorry after
Should I leave it to the master
It’s time to cease this game
Roulettes the devils work
On me I lay the blame
I’m overwhelmed with fear
Overcome with shame
I feel my pulsing veins
Ready set take aim
I take it in my hand
You see me trembling
What if I find it’s bland
This is my reckoning
And as I begin to bite
My heart fills with delight
Someone’s listened to my plight
It was a coffee one
And not a toffee one
Delicious bliss
Chocolatey kiss
Slowly oozing
So wickedly soothing
What a close call
I thank you all
I'm the pillar and I'm drowning myself in the nearest lake
I'm the pillar and I'm collapsing again
There are only two pages in between us,
I'm writing everything down
I was told that you were loving me unconditionally but I was walking on thin ice
There's a clock in my cells
Formed by the youth of my bones
Till they're out of taste
Till they're out
I taught my body how to say no and now it says that all the time
But my skin was strawberry light and hung like a curtain
But my skin was dead and the smell dazed me
I heard you get hurt by a different set of things
They always come and talk to me as if I were you
I'm expecting all the girls...
Your verses brighten up my day
As walking on thin ice in May.
Hypertrophic sarcasm's not dead -
It's in your head.
I know I haven't written anything lately. I feel like I have sorta had to cut out poetry in my life for a awhile. Just so I can focus on school, like studying and trying to do my best. Then try to be a nice person to everyone in general. It's difficult. I feel like If i were to ever mess up. In high school that everyone would poke fun at me. I don't like high school very much, I feel like everybody is watching my every move. It's like walking on thin ice you don't want to fall in. I haven't really fit-in with the school yet. I'm still known as unknown but oh well I guess. I just think its to late to make friends since it is my junior year already. I feel bad because I don't know anybody in my class. I hope to graduate. I mean I cried so hard because I didn't pass my ogts and i get other chances to re-take them. It's just If i don't pass them soon I can't graduate. Thanks Ohio. :/ I feel so stressed out about everything...life is sorta unfair but at least I don't have to worry about dying during the night like some countries do.
The hollow ache of having lost his crew
ate at the captain,
inside it brewed, and it stewed,
impatient,
he cocked his gun,
stared directly into the sun,
closed his eyes,
as the warmth caressed his face,
he rubbed his sweaty palm
on his chest,
finally, his mind was calm,
he placed the gun to his head,
hesitated momentarily,
as if walking on thin ice,
he wasn’t a hard-nose captain,
in fact, he was considered very nice,
shot rang out,
the flapping wings of sea birds were heard
but there was no shout,
deck red,
captain dead.