DooziBluebird

A parade of pleasure walks in your stride, But a degree of confidence is lacking. In my mind, you have perfect posture, But in yours, You are slouching. Sapphire twinkle never beamed so bright, Into my heart with gusto and might. A flawless, pure wonderful being, Can you not see? And if you were to get one thing out of this, I would hope it would be, The self-appreciation you deserve, And finally happiness.  

A wood, a wood, a wood. A fickle beaten path, That unfolds between the thicket. My life lies in this grove, And I'm oblivious to what lies within it. Success and Fame, Would be too extravagant. My mind would be crushed under, The weight of that burden. That path would bend, Eventually leading me, To something I dare not disclose. Most likely, I'll be sent on the beaten track. A dead end job, No qualifications. A quack. Similar to those that thought, That there lives would be wrought, With luxuries bought. But more often than not, Those lives be long shot, And now, fraught. I would, I would, I would. Like to know where I stand, And wha

A penny for your thoughts? I would give you a dozen, To find out what troubles you, And find out what doesn't. I know all you see is stoic streams, But they are just the start. To something much more flowing, And a sentimental heart. Do not weep, in broken sleep. The best is yet to come. The inner light is still in reach, Here comes the sun.

Small, round and fat, He sat. Beneath the tree on the railroad track, Thinking of his life, with abnormal tact. All of sudden up he stood, Cause of commotion in the neighborhood. Trampolines flying through the air, With a purple cat and a dancing bear. The purple cat was small and frail, with her legs shaking between her tail. But the dancing bear stood tall and proud, what he did not know, was that he was upon a cloud. "Jufflin Rufflin" the bear cried, Moments before he fell and died. The purple cat jumped up to say, But she was already plummeting the same way. Back to our protagonist, our main man. With his back to the wall, and his fac

Rip out my heart, Or cut me in two. Just please don't ignore me, I am begging you. I am not strong, I need someone to cling to. To help me with my burdens, My companion of blue. If I could do anything I would, Just to help. Even if it could crack a smile, I would do it. Before you, I had no ambition. I was depressed. I felt that if I left the world, No one would care. But Then I met you, My Companion of Blue. But sometime you make me feel, Like I'm taken for granted. Not a person but a dog, Lumbering behind you. Behind My Companion of Blue. But I fear that I'm just a passing thing, That one day you'll just ignore me. And I won't have a

I can tell, That it won't be me. I can tell, Because it's plain to see. I'm just a pawn in your plan, I'll never ever be your man. I can tell, That the future's grim. I can tell, The places we might have been. I can tell. I can tell.

Why aren't you a sight for sore eyes. Sneaking up, Taking my love by surprise. You haven't been there for a while, I had thrown you out, A carcass on the pile. A carcass I had thought would remain dead, Why aren't you a sight for sore eyes.

I have to get out of here, Break loose, From the constant memories burning in my mind. Obliterating any hope for a future. I don't care for anything anymore, Anything but the past. Where my mind lies forever, Forever in turmoil, And there it shall remain. Why would anyone care for me? I'm just a jester, For people to laugh at. Nothing more. Nothing more.

Sometimes I wish i could disappear, To disintegrate into dust. Or to be whisked away by a passing breeze, I wish I could disappear. At a time when I can turn to know one, For truth and honesty. Just left standing on my own, I wish I could disappear. Why don't I just fade away? What's the point of my being? If all I do is worry. Worried about the future, What might be? Worried about the past, What could of been? Worried about the present, What do people think of me? Cause all I see is judging eyes, Glaring my skin to soft brittle bones. Churning me in the meat-grinder of their minds. Leaving no self assurance to spare. I wish I could disa

My head aches. Influences mold it, Demons corrupt it, Love poisons it. My head aches. I try to do what's right, To help people that need it, To lighten someone who is dim, To cradle someone in pain. My head aches. I put on a brave face, Cause I fear things to come. My head aches.