Bird

Do you ever feel like a caged bird,
Hearing all that is said,
Watching all that pass by,
Unable to interact in an impacting way?
Do you feel your wings are clipped,
And a cat looms under you,
Waiting for the moment you free yourself
Only to have you for supper?
Do you ever feel like your owner neglects you,
Feeds you only what you need to survive,
Gives you only enough one on one time to keep you alive,
And makes no attempt to see if you'd like more?

We've all been though this phase once before,
Even those that are rich have felt poor,
And I mean not just those who are rich with money.
As there is more to life than what you own,
Life seems more about what you owe.

We are all birds of a different kind,
And the one thing that links us is that we are blind.
Blind to all of that which we care not about,
Just so we can keep our heads up and pout.
Pout for those who have less,
And for those who cannot say yes.

Sleep

They say one must not write when half asleep,
One must try to sleep, whilst counting sheep.
It seems my sleeping patterns are unnatural,
And everything about me is lateral.
Sleep and I aren't truly compatible,
Sleep to me is simply problematical.
I try to sleep as much as possible,
But not until sleep comes to me gradual,
Will I close my eyes and accept the infallible.  

Collections of Thoughts - March 7

As I approach the point at which the end is near,
I find a way to disavow fear.
The red metallic liquid rushing through my veins.
Stops me from holding on to all that pains.
This day is ending, and tomorrow there will be another,
I'll still have my sister, my parents and brother.

My mind is a weapon, and the world is my prey,
And  I must find a way to run it my way.
I must better myself and fix my habits,
Or else I'll end up as those lab rabbits.
Stuck within my own mind,
A way out, I'm trying to find.

I had a chance to do something satisfactory,
I wasted it all to help my family.
I had a chance to do something good,
And yet I'm stuck in the same old rut,
Waiting for a chance to tell the world "kiss my butt."

Pain means nothing anymore,
I have stopped realising when I am sore.
I keep going till I hit the floor,
And get up and walk through that door.
One day, I'll make it, I know for sure,
But when I do, the World, I'll procure

For her

When all is lost,
And your world starts crashing,
Look up and see the stars still flashing.
Although all good things come to an end,
Think of the happiness life can send.
Stay true to your beauty,
That is your main priority,
Let no one bring your down,
You are your own lifeboat,
don't let yourself drown.
When life goes wrong,
You need not to frown,
Just remember what makes you happy,
Even if it's dumb and sappy! 

Bridges

The dreams dreamt when awake,
While your mind flows free,
Ease thy heart of sadness,
Yet just for the moment.
These dreams are not those of fantasy,
But of an alternate reality,
One that we wish not to own,
But cannot due to our own indecisiveness,
As is, the life we wish to live.
It seems but a bridge,
uncrossable and unstable,
but how can we know,
until we take the step?
Should we go forth,
Take the step,
Cross the bridge,
Enjoy our lives?