Freestyle

Gone and witnessed, my thoughts prolong my visions...
I try to see clearly, yet i'm lost to distance...
My decisions never talk yet reveal mauled precision...
The woodgrain splintered, glass bursted, to incorporate you in my verses...
How much you drank still remains uncertain...
Yet assemblys are worthless?..
Actions of peers allows to make my nerves flip...
I lost a loved one, you aint never heard it...
Nervous? Nah i rather watch these clowns sounds like a circus...
Readily i chase him in eternity, spell it, R. I. C. H. I .E...
The good die young and one is no longer beside me...
Tears no longer drip, they steadily pour...
It hard when they ain't here no more and alcohol is the source...
Possibly a stud, when your dressed up...
But believe me, it wasn't easy seeing you in that tux...
Trees don't give and neither do poles...
You deceased to a hole how you living the role...
Twisted metal and a v6 engine attacked dude...
You were running from death but if finally grasped you...
You left when you didn't have to...
I wish that you would come back through, because of this I hate the sounds of dispatch crews...
If you drink and drive your sick so quick find a remedy...
Cuz I'm tired of seeing family reunion tables with empty seats...

Harmony's Scene

If laughter were a medicine she would never be sick. Her brown eyes tell stories better than books and her mouth never has to speak a word. Simply amazing describes her vaguely so you can say she is amazing more than once. She is independent and loyal to herself, when facing challenges and obstacles of everyday life. Not many people can still rely on themselves when they are hurting or puzzled and for this, I envy her. If she ever needs a solution for a problem like love she looks to her thoughts; and this we have in common. Her care is capable of mending a broken heart, and replenishing lost values like confidence. Everything about her flows easy and beautiful, similar to waterfalls. She has a smile that should be remembered every time. Her complexion shows her beauty at its peak at all times. Best of all, her touch is still remembered every night before I go to sleep.

His Mind, Her Push, One Melody

Music became my remedy when I was mentally sick
Forcing me to stand and never drag my soul
Grasp tight on the cold-
Metal and clear my throat.
Visualize this sequence in rhythm:
She knows talent sleeps dormant within him.
One scrap notebook, a pen, with some thoughts-
He was naturally born, meant to be taught.
Lyrics evolved
Soon became

"sick"

like in bed with a cough.
Faith-
Was lost
Realized, the beat had never died
Because above these beautiful eyes
She wears an angel-fitted halo.

By: Todd Taylor

13 Ways Of Lookin' at Depression...

Innocence, tragedies come
Lives taken, before goodbye is mentioned…

Stained, ripped, drenched in misery
Disbelief will never leave your side
As if it became your shadow buried behind your eyes…

Faint echoes still jolt you
Sweaty palms, so cautious…

Broken depths where none should go
Alone and lost under that stone…

Seize and capture
Before all is gone
Non existent…

Cold hearts, create visions
Fiction or non fiction
Perhaps a dedication
To the picture you painted…

Eject wisdom at all degrees
Corruption taints the soul
Pressure the mind, don’t tear the heart…

Death becomes the twin of life
You see your reflection fade
As the puddle splashes and the ripples dissolve…

Designed to be the supreme
Until failure sets into your presence
Become entrapped as you try and escape…

Distinction of fear reaps upon your broken figure
Cleanse your soul as it sets in
Down, out, and dreading the moments…

Try and grasp the light as all vanishes
Hope is easily lost and
His head hangs to the ground…

Can you hear his movement?
Sudden sorrow, provides affliction
Causing heartaches…

It’s catastrophic when you peer at his grave
Marked REST IN PEACE but,
What does it really say?
Real Innocent People
Died before that day…

Are you to hard to be real?

You don't have to forget to believe
because your doubt makes it seem unreal.
My fist confide all secrets
with the stories that can only be told through
silence.
Teach what is known learn what is not.
I control my life because i only have one.

Fade...[a hospital room]

The grueling anarchy of illness.
leaves you lying vulnerable.
The perfect eclipse of the doctor's head
under the floating revolution of the light.
With a gesture, an effort is made to push your eyelids apart
but you spiral under the faithful amnesia.

Spinnin' (5 minute think up)

They aknowledge my skin color

Before they read my work.

Just because I'm white

Creating music is a sin?

If I wrote poetry

Would I still be mocked?

These questions spin through my head

like the hands on the clock.