Stoplights of Life
The stop light shining
long before the go,
only stopping before slowing
to a halted yellow glow.
On that red rest,
all things seem to stop.
The tanks of the cars,
the beat of our speed,
and the stress of all breaths.
Thoughts come across,
a filling of contrast
stuck in between.
These moments are rare,
where we can sit and just think -
dreading the changing
of outlook on things.
Then in a flash,
seconds only recently passed,
a green going light
goes past our only path.
The tanks wake up,
the speed builds beat,
and labored breathing is
clearly in heat.
Red asks for rest,
yellow needs calm,
and green urges go.
Red, Yellow, Green -
a stoplight of life.
Spoiled In The Ways I Hate
"Look at her, she's got everything!"
I hear upon tuning in their whispers.
"Spoiled brat!"
yelling echoing through hallowed halls.
Pushing up to the walls,
punching in at the gut,
insults flying off their tongue -
its their well preferred
method of revenge,
aimed against a girl
who's done nothing but say thanks.
Pain is stabbing,
tears plummeting down.
They only sneak peaks at my outsides,
never taking any time
to take a look at the inner heart.
Never trying to understand,
that what I've got is not exactly what I want.
All the teasers want my useless gifts,
valued only by a dollar sign.
I hear them shrinking,
in sheer jealousy.
Why can't they
escape their blindness,
and gain the ability to see
All I want is life to be alright,
to have the lives they don't know they've got.
Last Few Seconds
Sleep be slipping,
breathing so beaten,
struggles long strangled;
life is losing
mentality mourned in mops.
Cold and crisp,
the breeze blows by,
stabbing the skin
of scarred somber souls.
Darkness dominates
these desolated days.
Blindness a bomb,
bleak backdrops
only lonely lasers
longing leaps away.
Pills are pounding,
razors ringing,
an hourglass halting.
Hope houses healing,
Hell hiding their
easily enjoying entrance.
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