Post reblogged from Salient Shoals with 158 notes
Look to my eyes
you will see inside
and view the ocean
you seek to findThey calm the storms
and turn winds kind
You will not regret
meeting my mindIt sets in your vision -
forever in sight
and lifts you skyward
with birds in flight
So glare into me
and see, you might
the peace in battles -
the truce in fights
Source: eternallycoilingserpent
Petty Man looking out the window of a rolling bus
Blaming his problems on the faces he comes across
Blaming the problems of the world on everyone but himself
He wants to face the world alone, without any type of help
No one seems like they could measure up to him in his eyes
His negativity spreading faster than a wild fire could ever
His words spinning the world into agony, with strength that could knock a tornado off of it’s feet
His hatred of this world we all live in is immeasurable
The Petty Beings are becoming more numerous
Does no one see the beauties that are just outside our window?
Does no one see the beauty found in love?
Found in the smile of a perfect stranger once met on a rainy day?
Petty Man looking out the window of a rolling bus
Blaming his problems on the faces he comes across
Blaming the problems of the world on everyone but himself
He wants to face the world alone, without any type of help
No one seems like they could measure up to him in his eyes
His negativity spreading faster than a wild fire could ever
His words spinning the world into agony, with strength that could knock a tornado off of it’s feet
His hatred of this world we all live in is immeasurable
The Petty Beings are becoming more numerous
Does no one see the beauties that are just outside our window?
Does no one see the beauty found in love?
Found in the smile of a perfect stranger once met on a rainy day?
Pascalle E. Lindvig
Fuck this shit
If he complains because what you do doesn’t please him
Fuck this shit
If you stay out later than you told him and he hits you
Fuck this shit
If you have to bend all your rules just for him
Fuck this shit
If he is giving you a hard time because you won’t do all that he asks of you
Fuck this shit
If all he wants to do is bang you and then leave you when you want more
Fuck this shit
He is not worth, he is not worth to leave you crying on your bed alone
Fuck this shit
If he cheats on you, because you wont do him, there is a reason for that, and that is he let himself go
Fuck this shit
If he drinks and drinks and hates you for not blowing him
Fuck this shit
If the only thing he does properly is making you cry
Fuck this shit
And leave his sorry ass behind
Pascalle E. Lindvig
That’s what you’re good at doing;
Giving excuses
Interested on the surface of the problem
Not the depth
Only interested in the cause
Not the effect
Your knowledge is ignorance
Your views are blind
Your life is living by the book
In a book
Pascalle E. Lindvig
Your eyes lack passion,
Eyes are the gateway to your heart,
You have none
It has been robbed by your self pitty and doubt
The thrill of meeting a new interest has become routine
You sit there bitterly across from her
Killing the time until yours is up
Where you will look blankly up above
Realizing your fears have made you die early and unhappy
Not wanting to understand life
Because maybe it would understand you more than you wished
Those white nights staring through the world as if it wasnt there
As if it didn’t matter,
Creating more unexistence than there is
Making sadness more commong than the flu
You wait unimpressed, for soemthing that may happen
But that without moving
Lifeless body
soulless heart
That’s what you’ll be remembered as, if that at all.
Pascalle E. Lindvig
You feel it not being the same
What happens to many
The distance is stretching further than it’s borders
Your face changing
Unrecognizable on the horizon
The sun is setting down on us faster than we thought;
It’s a never ending darkness over us
You got distracted for a while and came to realize
Came to realize that you haven’t been yourself in a while
You are a bit better than who you were before,
Seeing progression in the reflection of your soul
Pascalle E. Lindvig
Clouds Spinning round and round
Faces staring and glaring
Empty hearts not able to know anything but anger
Sleeping on these spinning clouds
Forgetting who we can be tomorrow
Forgetting who we were yesterday
No longer ours
Lights dimming, snow still falling on our empty hearts
Pascalle E. Lindvig
Your lips pressed against mine
It was the last time we would eve lock lips
Perhaps if we would have known that it would be the last
We might have done it differently
I was everything you were looking for and more
But one evening you decided to seek me no more
Pascalle E. Lindvig
Everything seems to be about numbers
But what the numbers represent dooesnt seem to matter
A dead brother, sister, a mother and a son
a husband, a friend, a father and a wife
Humanity is lost behind the numbers
Emotions have ceased to exist in the name of war,
In the name of the people who have never been alive.
Pascalle E. Lindvig
You said to me, you wished that we would have to coldest winter
Just to see how our love for one another can warm each other
and it was the coldest winter
The snow falling on our kisses
Our kisses lingering on our warm skin
It felt so right,
I did not think it would end
But winter doesn’t last forever
But it comes again,
But unlike winter you weren’t going to come back to me.
A short one…
Pascalle E. Lindvig
I was your aftermath
As if the end was to come,
Not sure what the ending was about
The end of your suffering, but these things you put yourself through
Putting your problems on everyone’s back
But in the end that doesn’t matter,
Second chances and excuses aren’t always present nor do they make it okay, you had to do what you could then
Time is slipping away
Your mind is swirling away
You pushed me away, didn’t hear what I had to say
You never wanted to hear the echos of other peoples voices
Just yours, it echos in your head, in your heart, in your soul
Muffling the others around you projected to you, intended for you
Different interpretations, different beliefs were not meant for you, you say
Your words are cold,
Your heart is closed.
I have myself to blame, I had fallen for this, I thought you’d let go of the hate
But still holding on, and not by a thread
I felt your warmth, I felt your heart, just to be closed again
We were dancing this aftermath away, going through the disaster together
But it was just me believing I didn’t have to face this crash alone
…
Pascalle E. Lindvig
Slowly writing,
Slowly managing my creative imagination
It’s time to speak again, it’s time to be free once more
To break through from this sleep,
I dont want to go through another day without seeing the world
Hiding I will do no more
Being afraid of nothing and everything is nonexistent for me anymore
We have so many chapters in our life
Might as well try to be happy
Suffering is part of our life, so is being happy
They are beautiful in their own ways, make us appreciate what we have
Whats the point of wishing what we dont have and be miserable?
The world is at our feet
The sun is looking at us, shining and being free as one can be
The rain is there, showering us with attention
The snow covers our sad days
And the cold, freezes time ever so slightly to make us see what we are missing
The deadly storms may destroy so many things, but new things will come out of it
Your visions, your dreams, it all seemed so real
I could get lost in them, as I talked to you,
Your eyes falling into my heart
your words absorbing into my skin
Those sweet lies, those sweet days
Never wanting to hurt me, never wanting to go back to the grey days
But your actions, you could not resist
Temptations of everyday life
Forgetting is what you do best.
Your dreams and your ideals, will be nothing more then words out of your mouth
Nothing more but your desires, they will rob you of your purity,
Maybe you never had it to begin with
Your heart is now gone
Your warmth, was just in fact burning from the cold
Your invalid causes, your smiles without a cause
You’re gone now, I will not follow anymore
I dont want to be lost with you, not like that day where your eyes melted into mine
Goodbye now.
Pascalle E. Lindvig
We are told music is written a certain way
But when Music was created, there were no rules
Further established
Limited Creativity
Skies the limit, that’s what they say
Not so true, as long as they pose the limits
Why not surpass them
Poems should rhyme
Poems are a reflection of our mind
My mind rarely rhymes
Try to keep that in mind
I am not trying as hard to be different, as I am trying to be myself
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