JHem

I want to write. I want it to rhyme. I want it to flow. I want it to be smooth. How do I do this? I'm putting words down to be framed. Letters slipping out of my mind untamed. Like skating down the frozen river To get rid of anxiety's shiver, This is how I trained.

Gold towers. Soft locks. Peasantly admiring you. Hard at heart for something new. To be enveloped by royalty. To abandon the ordinary. I challenged my fate To walk in your robe. But when I held your cold dead body, I knew that makeup hid your death.

I lose my shape Taking on your guise. Molding in your form. Becoming just another twin. I seek the mirror to see myself, But I see your doppelganger . Chipping off my originality To achieve perfect symmetry.

Taking on your form, I've taken a bit of the norm. Shedding my purity Slowly with conformity. Eyeless to see If that is me.

Pushing and pushing, Seeking after seeking. Moving with heart pierced From an arrow muting sanctuary. Chasing after moons When its light no longer satiates. Hunting down tomorrow's glory. Hoping to make history. No longer having footing rooted, The sprint for a throne crumbles. Having nowhere else to go Once haste outpaces form. Slipping away from heaven. Falling into the ground. Rooted in Earth at last, The heart pumps out it's bloodlust. Now, the hearts poison runs dry. Seeing the fleeting of meeting tomorrow. Stretching out and breathing out tomorrow's contract. Expanding today's lungs with air untainted with worry.

Brave is when you walk in the unknown. Brave is when you walk in worn out shoes. Brave is when you are falling apart. Brave is when you see it through. Brave is when you know it's okay. Brave is when you know it's not okay. Brave is when you're not afraid to color outside the line. Brave is when you're okay being afraid to stand out and shine. Being brave is when you acknowledge that you're alive.

Raining down From the clouds. Losing my viscosity Too endure concrete falls. To split from home. To sprinkle out of line. When I was with. When I was informed. To flowing on my own. To riding my own wave. Dripping from habits destroying my mind, So I can wash to shore to clean inside. Sometimes mixed with salt, But eventually purified To be a source of life .

It's not so bad. Not being great. My slow drain of energy isn't so sad When living in being okay is it's own treat. When the door shuts, I become glad. It lets me escape from the heat. Cooling off in solitude when I'm mad Let's me get in touch with my own beat. I'm just a lad Looking for a seat.

I lived my days Outside of myself. I put my book on the shelf, But my heart pays For walking out of my shoes. These were steps That made no sound. These were steps That were unseen. These were steps That moved in place. Living as a shadow. Living life outside of me. Living secondary to myself. Living with a painted eye. Dying as a person. Dying life from disconnection. Dying secondhand to experience. Dying with a filtered eye. This is when I live your life Not knowing where I stand. My feet not touching the ground.

I can remember the days forgone, But it stops me from seeing today. I can remember when I flowed with the wind, But it stops me from moving today. I can remember being in calm, But it stops me from resting today. I want things to be like before, So today is something I ignore. I want to learn in yesterday, But those problems aren't today's. I want to live in memory, So I don't catch up with today's misery.