Frustration

Turn me into a brick wall
That you claim to not pass
Remain sedated; remain appalled
Watch this supposed link collapse

Pointing fingers and gripping hard
Fumbling for air when there's none
You opened your mouth - now it's gone
Tripping this wire; you are consumed.

Sinking down to incubi level
Pressing upon nerves unjustly
Clinging to the truths of a fiend
Lies are just masks for the afraid.

Throwing appellations like grenades
Creates mayhem without a purpose
Speaking with the brain turned off
Turns meaningful words into dead noise.

Sunset in History class

We often use metaphors and symbols to describe emotion and feeling, but how often doe the truth actually come streaming out of one's mouth? Inferior words become complicated with weaving meaning in order to become more superior and profound. Simplicity is no longer appreciated because it appears too easy to say that a sunrise is beautiful. It becomes a story of awakening, of a new beginning -- with rays that touch the sleeping and warms the face of the individual that seeks it beauty. It becomes a question of why it's there and how it came to exist. Amazement for its existence cowers in the shadows where light can't reach because sometimes there are too many obstacles in the way. Perhaps that is what we are -- obstacles in the way of simplistic beauty, forever neglecting truth in its truest form.