Category: Writers Block
touching the sky (poem about being high then falling)
hurt it just does not exist,
suffering's no more
seems all the dark disturbing thoughts
they are gone, just like before
it feels like adrenilin,
running through my vains
it feels oh so beautiful,
being free from painn
anything's worth fighting for,
when you are this high
i can be what ever,
i can touch the sky....
superman has met his match,
he'll not be famous soon,
i'll be the hero you all adore,
flying round the planet, zoom!
but i mustn't overdo it,
i know this feeling's great,
but if i fall and hurt myself,
then i will be irate
maybe i'm exagerating,
maybe i can't fly,
but in my soul and in my thoughts,
i can touch the sky...
sometimes it is wonderful,
the chance to fool around
making cat and dog noises,
and other stupid sounds
or singing bob the builder,
cos i'm his greatest fan,
can bob the builder fix it?
i'll tell you, yes he can!
i don't like that normally,
stopped watching really young,
but right now i can touch the sky,
so time for some childish fun....
people they don't get it,
they don't quite comprehend,
how 1 minit i feel happy,
and have the strength to mend
the next minit i am down again,
i have lost all hope,
i've given up on life itself,
hanging by a rope
i tell them that it's not my fault, the cycle goes around.
1 minit i can touch the sky, you all want me around
but other times i don't exist,
i'm lost inside my head
it seems the voices are alive,
the real me is dead...
sometimes i'm called a baby,
not really acting my age
but i guess i'm kind of used to that,
not everyone is at that stage
where they want to understand you,
they want to find things out,
they don't know what highs and lows,
are really all about
and now as my high point,
is coming to an end,
i'll hide inside myself again,
guess i'll just pretend,
that everything is normal,
but inside i want to cry,
and i know somewhere in this world,
someone's reaching for the sky
they are living my experience,
they are taking flight
they can't see no darkness,
only hope and light
i wonder to myself,
as the cycle starts again,
that if the sky is falling,
what would i do then?
i look in to the distance,
i don't see anything
that makes me want to live again,
that makes me want to sing
but something deep inside of me,
it's waiting to arise,
and who knows but anytime soon,
i will touch the skies...