Gold With a Twist of BlackA heart of gold with a twist of black,Gold With a Twist of Black by BeAnIndividual
Twisted hearts are all I see.
Around me they walk,
Going about their lives
Without knowing what they could be.
They just settle for what they are;
Content with being unhappy
Even if they do not know why.
I see their hearts clear as day;
gold hidden under the surface
Just begging to be set free.
I see the potential for them to grow,
To stop feeding the blackness.
It would make life so much better;
All they need is a push,
A reasons to stop the madness.
I feel the duty to push them,
To encourage them to let it go.
Someone has to do it
And that someone can be me.
"I can help them, I know it."
But try and try as I might
They never seem to listen.....
But even if they choose the darkness,
Between the streaks of black, under the surface
I still see their golden hearts glisten.
Want to Tell You....I want to tell youWant to Tell You.... by BeAnIndividual
About the thoughts in my head...
You wouldn't like them.
This is a PoemThis is a poem.This is a Poem by BeAnIndividual
Sometimes, it's all you need to
Have life be okay.
No Where To GoFunny how things can change so quickly, no?No Where To Go by BeAnIndividual
Being one thing one day, but not the next.
Having a place to let your true thoughts show,
To transform your emotions into text.
You can just put it all down and not care
because they will never find or see it.
No matter what happens, you feel free there.
But those days are gone, it is now unfit
for the thoughts you keep locked inside your mind.
Robbed of this place, you have no where to go
With the thoughts that you don't want them to find.
You must keep them inside; hidden, they grow.
I used to have a place they could be free,
but now that place has been stolen from me.
FortuneI was given a fortune cookie yesterday,Fortune by Inanisvoid
that held some message about a present love-
(I couldn't decide whose love it was)
About love that was pure,
and could be trusted.
I thought about it for a time,
and crumpled up the wrapper.
The fortune is buried now,
off in some landfill.
I can't remember what it said.
© Benjamin Court, June 2014
Wood's GateThe paved road gave wayWood's Gate by Inanisvoid
long ago to a lightly traveled
vein, cut into the grass between
trees looking down on their shadows.
At the end of their journey two
who set out, then
friends, turn home just so,
supporting each other gently.
Unnoticed behind a layer
of the impenetrable living wall,
path is barred by dead-
a simple old wood’s gate.
© Benjamin Court, July 2014
One QuestionBefore leaving on a journeyOne Question by Inanisvoid
so much time is wasted
trying to decide
if the weather is fair,
if the wind is too strong,
if the sun is shining,
or if the road is too long.
Before leaving on a journey,
so much time is spent worrying,
planning on a map,
how you will get there,
where you will go,
when should you get there,
and should you take it slow?
But before a journey,
or The When-
They all mean nothing.
Before you set out,
The only question
you have to ask is
"Do you want to go out,
Ever...?Ever been so done with thoseEver...? by distantspark
You love but also hate?
Ever wanted to leave them behind
And start with a new clean slate?
Ever been so lovesick that you’re
Writhing with inner pain?
Ever given up so much
With nothing left to gain?
There was a time when hope appeared –
Usually, it was dreamed –
But upon awakening it was found to be
Nothing that it seemed.
So many pieces of some heart
Lay broken on the floor.
Someone didn’t clean them up
Because broken hearts are already a chore.
Ever felt the words of someone
Send you into dark?
Ever been emotionally stabbed so hard
You’re sure it’s left a mark?
Ever thought to yourself
“I could drink myself into bliss,”?
Ever felt like life is not something
That you’d miss?
Emotions are so emotional,
So difficult to control.
Worse than any words can fix,
They rarely leave you whole.
It seems like I’ve been stuck in this rut of love
For way to long of a time.
One guy shouldn’t be worth the