I know you don’t feel gladness
Dealing with people of dreadful madness
And you’re stuck fighting the badness
But keep marching through the sadness.

Because the World’s actually a pretty cool place
But like everything, it has more than one face
Just stop running through it like it’s a race
There’s no rush to finish, set your own pace

And then you’ll finally be able to see
Through the veil that conceals the World’s true beauty
The veil of hatred that hides what your life could be
Rip it from your vision and you will live peacefully

Because let me tell you, happiness is addictive
That’s why it’s okay to cut away the negative
And search for those that make you feel positive
But you’ve gotta put the work in, be more active.

I know you don’t feel gladness
Dealing with people of dreadful madness
And you’re stuck, fighting the badness
But just…just keep marching through the sadness

…Stay Positive.


Help me out

Hello readers, I would quite like your help, if you would be so kind to oblige.

I’ve been struggling for some inspiration, between planning for larger posts that is, and I’m thinking you can help me.
My suggestion or rather the favour I ask of you is to just, perhaps, leave a comment of a topic, object or idea you would like me to attempt to write a poem, (or short story maybe?) about.
So, I’ll leave this with you guys, I’d appreciate the comments but if you don’t like the idea then that’s cool too.

Well, I’ll stop there, as always, thanks for reading.

A Whirlwind of Emotions…

I wasn’t planning this post but one of my friends posted a tweet that included the words, “a whirlwind of emotions” and all of a sudden my hands went mad and I wrote this in 5 minutes.
Hope you enjoy.

A whirlwind of emotions,
That control every notion,
As you’re just going through the motions
Wishing you had a potion,

Just to take it all away,
But hey,
I guess that’s just the way,
That things have to stay.

So you just go,
And you don’t know,
Who to leave and who to follow,
Uncertain about tomorrow,

But I guess we’ll see,
How things are gonna be,
Holding a lock with no key.

A key to your dreams,
And it seems,
That there are no teams,
But the sun still beams,

Giving you hope,
Helping you cope,
So you don’t sit and mope,
And you look at hate and say, “Nope”

I’m done with you,
And all you put me through,
So, here’s what I’m gonna do,
Put my middle finger up and say, “Fuck you”