Barills

Learning There’s Nothing to LearnJust a young boy, blessed with optimistic negligence,
With prior thoughts that simply sought for excellence,
Now dodging kinematical self-esteem sabotaging knives,
Of which ricochet around the room,
And as my persistence to seek resistance increases,
So do the knives, in complete proportion as I near my doom,
Adding to injury, and never to insult,
No dynamic tactic can prevent my decay,
So as the pendulum swings and the doorbell rings,
Just in time to realize that I can only delay,
I answer it, and walk right through the door,
In compliance with destiny, I do what I abhor,
No longer meant to be, this young boy anymore.
Heart On My Sleeve And Words To RelieveThere are no words worthy of explaining how I feel for you,
Stunning nor elegant can give you the credit you’re due,
Neither simple nor complex, a perfect balance of the two,
Unmatched and unparallel: beauty of which I never knew,
Expressions like the heart of gold and the King Midas touch,
These precious stones and precious thrones still not enough,
Ignorant and arrogant, you’ll never be defined as such,
Gentle and kind, yet a fighter when the going got tough,
What you see is what you get but more than meets the eye,
Eyes that even angels would dare to steal, for this I cannot lie,
Down to earth and larger than life; somewhere between the two,
Even a blooming rose without its thorns; still incomparable to you,
Even if I were to say “I love you”, for which I truly do,
Those words still unworthy of explaining how I feel for you…
Story Of A WarIn a war between my pain and my negligence, the latter of the two took precedence. My words of wisdom: I was never the victim. Merely at the right place at the right time, with the flip on tails, when I went for heads on the dime. Sometimes, things just don’t make cents, and anything more would be a luxury. Funny, because it was I who choose my destiny. The mirror never lies, but we never see the big picture. Sell my soul, just so I could get richer. Such action forces an equal and inevitable opposite reaction. The rise and fall of the greediest man of all. Only time will tell, but I always loved being the storyteller. The narrator who depicts everything between sunrise and sunset, the things I would never forget. Regrets few and far between, such things rarely seen. So in light of the darkness I reach into my pocket of misery and spread out the change. Rearranged to be someone’s nobody, yet better than being nobody’s somebody. Primarily due to the realization that the greatest mistake a man can make is the same one twice, in willingness to suffer once and never twice I gain more than suffice. The war now smitten and old, that’s how the story was written and told. Home | Browse | Search | Invite | Film | Mail | Blog | Favorites | Forum | Groups | Events | Videos | Music | Comedy | Classifieds