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BLINDFOLDS

frostyangel

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Another year of my life gone by,
still wasting all this time trying to
understand the little things that
were meant to be something of
nothing.
I work out these pages of my life,
their always turning, to fast at times
for me to realize all the good that
lays in front of me. The angels are
whispering can you hear them.
I didn't stop to smell the roses that
were left in that path way for me to
follow. The edges left the memories
which were beginning to crumble, I forgot
what it was. that made me think you
in the glory that you'll never be.
The people in your life that you think
that you can trust most, are always
found stabbing you in the back.
Times indeed when you needed them the most.
Trusting every issue at hand, I guess I laid my
cards down, now I have to deal with what I dealt.
Blindfolds we're all wearing blindfolds.
Where was that moment when you realized that
your life was better than mine, where was it when
you thought you deserved everyones' time. And
my words came out as hot air that filled you head,
to believe...that noone else could persevere.
Obstacles fall few and short behind, weather or not
we're on time. Life, is time that waits for no man. And
here I sit leaving it behind.
As I drove to work today, I noticed a little boy on the
corner of the alley. Ready to cross his street in his
wheelchair. He had not one moment of despair,
Does anyone really even care.
Blindfolds we're all wearing blindfolds.
I spoke to a man with a big hole in his shoe.
Does he even care it's there. Maybe it's just
that he is too poor to buy a new pair, is it
possible that it could just be his favorite pair
(I look down at my third pair of sneakers this month.)
Blindfolds we're all wearing blindfolds.
What was the reason that little boy didn't eat today.
Is it neglect from his mother, was it that she used her
sons' lunch money on another hit. Sitting at the lunch,
made fun of and all alone. Where's the friendship,
that was never shown. Did the teachers across the
lunch room care, although they did like to stare.
Blindfolds we're all wearing blindfolds.
All these little things are everywhere, and I think to
myself, I'm suppose to give a shit, about the shit
that your giving me. Realizing that, there is some-
thing less out there, but to many people don't care.
How dare you even pass the candle of judgement
with my name on it, light it up for the world to see my
insecurities, which were held dear, and entrusted in
you. I never knew. The path had ended on the last
words as you buried yourself to the deepest part of
your hole in the ground.
Spoken before thinking.
Thinking before asking.
Doing before caring.
All the wounds you inflicted, in my eyes. I shed the
brightest light, that you left burning. Why is it that my
momeries, are more filled by what is not right.
Blindfolds we're all wearing blindfolds.
I'm blowing my candle out that you held burning
me. Focusing on something other than myself.
Passing on my message, that I don't care if I
give it out...remember me for what I was, because
you'll never see that again......but I forgot you
were so absent minded..that it just flew over your
head. Cause you were wearing..............a blindfold.
 
frosty there is such a feeling of anger and the loss of hope in this that im kinda worrying about you, i hope youre ok. but this truly is one of the best things ive ever read by you, it made me feel such ram emotions of a sort of burning sadness.... i dont know but it hit me kinda hard. I love it!!! thank you so much for posting, ive always admired your writing.
-love ant
 
The thing I absolutely love about your poems is that I know that you write them while sitting right there. No thinking, no debating, just words flowing, from your head to your fingertips to this medium. You should really go back and get all of your stuff and make sure you save it for a later date.
 
there are ways of removing blindfolds...but sometimes they just add more...
 
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