Fragile state of Grace

One day I'm a flower soaking up the light.
Next day darkly shaded, looking for a fight.
Bad information implanted, another time and place.
your constantly forgiving me for my fragile state of grace.
I cant believe most days, that you could love someone so screwed.
Hard to not feel less than, frightened of how much more will i put you through.
They all gave up to quickly, apparently I was much to wild.
I was their stupid pain in the ass, comforting words for a child.
I have never seen people be who they say they are.
I have seen a lot of empty words that never get that far.

Broken bottles filled up with accusations of the past.
Bitter words destroyed any happiness that could last.
Everything that matters
has always been shattered
mindless excuses
avoiding solutions
cannot escape this dark and lonely place.
forgive me for my fragile state of grace.

Life of the party (rap lyrics)

So we know that your funny, and you think that its cute

but could ya shut the up once in awhile and just be you.

your the life of the party, your the star of the show,

always having shit to say about stuff that you don't know.

drinking and smoking as you walk in the door.

Talking nonstop, you know sometimes less is more..

We like your jokes and your fun to be around.

Its hard to pick you every time your face down.

I hope you people know and understand,

that to be a true friend you got to be a man

You gotta speak up and put your heart out instead,

it’s the only reason that they call you their friend.

*This is a rap song, yes I know I am white people keep reminding me.

Jenn

Meager Mortal Man (song lyrics)

(intro)

(chorus)

I don't know why I'm waking

-can you tell me- why I'm here at all

I cant stop things from breaking

-when the world around us- starts to fall.

cant stop my love from shaking

drowning in memories of it all.

And were so far away from

all the war and the sickness of it all.

(sickness of it all, are we about to fall?)

(possible guitar solo)

To many things to handle

when our own depletion's running out.

When the bombs and the world stops raining.

why don't we question so much doubt.

(possible guitar solo)

(chorus above sung over below)

When it rains and it pours the blood of

humans are washed away like sand.

precious we know now life is.

Were all just meager mortal man.

meager mortal man!

we can just slip away,  wash away.

 No way to make u understand.

(chorus)

I don't know why I'm waking

-can you tell me- why I'm here at all

(we) i cant stop things from breaking

-when the world around us- starts to fall.

cant stop my love from shaking

drowning in memories of it all.

And were so far away from

all the war and the sickness of it all.

(sickness of it all, are we about to fall?)(end)

A Poem for my Nephew

I have nothing to give but my sacred life advice.

I have found there are truths that you cannot avoid in life.

You cant avoid the sorrow you cannot avoid the pain,

But you can do something right now, to start your life all over again.

You have to be your own cheerleader on this journey through your life.

If you don’t take a hard look at yourself you will create your own strife.

Avoid the hard changes, and continue down this path.

Nothing ever changes, and you keep feelin like a helpless ass.

The hardest thing we do in this life is decide to make a change.

Its lonely its hard, and your priorities have got to be rearranged.

However long it takes I want you to know I will be there to see you through.

Because you are not alone in that journey, for all of us are a lot like you.

But some of us are doomed to repeat

the painful memories and the feeling of defeat.

Try to think of yourself as a jedi master,

Self discovery is not better when its faster.

Spend time each day trying to look at who you really are.

Once you realize your potential, you life will sing just like your guitar.

Love,

Jenn

Under our Shit

I know who I am, you really don't have to say.
Under our shit, in the dark, we like it better that way.

I am the monster, I accuse you to be.
When the facade comes down, its all really me.

I take all I can and I tell you what for.
I push love aside, and kick trust out the door.

I think I am fighting for justice and truth.
Angry at the world, and what it took from my youth.

A creative genius destroyed before I was born.
A beautiful painting, but the artwork is torn.

Fighting to make sense of what fools might say.
Under our shit, in the dark, we like it better that way.

The Mist

Stepping out into the morning mist, it hides what I cannot see. Enveloping, covering, secluding my own secrets from me.

I come from inside you, I learned from your bitter pride.
I see through the mist, I see what your trying to hide.

The way I survived, is not to believe what was on the surface. But to look deeper within the mist for a reason or a purpose.

After many years the illusion burns off and you feel you 
have somehow won. Having to look at the person we have now become.

If we choose to hide in the mist, we are no better than they. The ones who made us believe that the sky was only gray.

You never wanted to become what you despised all the while. Just wanted to wake up to the sun for once and have a reason to smile.

The mistakes you make now, are yours to hide and much harder to see. Never let the mist stop us from seeing the truth, that will set us all free.

disclaimer

There are no such things as "normal people" in this world and that word seems highly overrated.
And since everyone seems a bit dysfunctional these days it makes life a lot more complicated
My poetry might sometimes be hard to read, but hey the therapy is free.
It comes from a long history of anger and pain, and its all a part of me.
I've never posted my stuff before, so excuse me if I'm nervous.
but i would hope you appreciate the difficulty of this service.
My life has taught me you can never turn back Time.
This is a gift given to me, and I am taking back whats mine.
I will no longer hold back on the things that I must do.
And shed some light on things that we all are going through.
If you don't like my poetry, your welcome to leave.
Just give me back my heart, I wear upon your sleeve.