Kyle C.'s blog

(Rewritten chorus of the song by Pink)

Just give me a reason

Why everything's so tough

I’m just second, all’s been spoken, I’m spent

Please don’t leave me alone again

Oh so many scars

Love’s been hidden behind bars, broken hearts

All’s been spoken, I’m spent

Please don’t leave me alone again

I fear loneliness

The omnipotent darkness

Lost within one’s self

Deeper than a soul dare delve

Down to the blackest fathom

Falling through the endless chasm

Try helplessly as you might

You shall never again see light

You’ll soon learn it’s an unwinnable fight

Welcome to your personal unending night

I dislike mistrust

Like I dislike rust

On my car’s underside

With which water does collide

Then moisture resides

Like beaches and tides

But rust is irrelevant

No matter how malevolent

Well that’s a good rhyme

I rather like its chime

But I do dislike time

Specifically the lack of mine

Meaning I’m always rushed

My opinions always hushed

Not a thought I can tell

Which I dislike as well

There are so many things

With many attached strings

Oh I could go on strike

Against everything I dislike

The thoughts ravage his mind

He walks the abandoned road

No purpose whatsoever

Emotional overload

He fractures and crumbles

With every step taken

Collapsing from within

He has been forsaken

He is lost from the world

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The promises, so many, so broken

Things I can’t bear hear spoken

Every success, triumph, and victory

They all might as well been trickery

I have won nothing in the end

These stinging truths I cannot bend

I have crushed my own dreams

Tore out all of the seems

Our love once twirled

I could have promised you the world

Yet I promised my heart

I was the one who failed their part

My love is the promise broken

So much pain left in words unspoken

It appears this box is meant for me

Though I think it more of a crate

It matters not what it’s meant to be

And it bears some rather peculiar traits

It has no markings whatsoever

Neither postage nor name of sender

I consider it being a joke, meant to be clever

Or perhaps a true gift, intentions so tender

I look to the man that delivered this thing

But he is nowhere to be seen

I stand there puzzled, wondering

What could all of this mean?

For now I’m done with this mystery

I’ve things to do and games to play

Surely a new chapter of my history

 I’ll leave it for a rainy day

I believe that there is good in the world

And I don’t believe that evil has unfurled

But I do, in those that have lost their path

Tormented by all for their misguided wrath

And it is them we blame for each tragic slip

From the fountain of ignorance, we all take our sips

In a society where we all should live as one

We must all claim responsibility for each troubled son

I assure you that I defend no action of theirs

I merely suggest we bring about different cares

No soul has ever entered this world a sad, twisted being

We corrupt the innocent and spend our lives fleeing

Running in fear of the monsters we’ve made

Monsters we have constructed then simply forbade

For us as a people to bring a peace to this earth

We must join together and look at our own selves first

By five years old

Many stories were told

Yet I remember not even a word

Not a single story

Nor moment of glory

Rarely an event that occurred

So go right ahead

Change what was said

Just try to change my life

You’ll find it daft

As I stand and laugh

How’s this for a bit of strife?

So turn right around

Get out of town

Go back the way you came

Your change will fail

You never prevail

You’ll leave me just the same

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If only I knew just who you were

What always causes you to stir

What ignites your soul into a rage

What incites the will to shatter your cage

To contest my will, relentlessly so

To revive the darkness buried so low

To control my emotions as you wish

Strangely so, you benevolent lich

If only I knew that which is blacker than coal

If only I knew my very own soul

If only

Dulled to brightest shine

Darkened to full radiance

Chilled to nurturing warmth

Saddened to true happiness

Scraped to sanguine smoothness

Broken to stoic solidity

Flawed to utter perfection

Scarred to purest beauty

Being with this person

Leaves wonders to be told

But only I shall truly know

For she is mine alone to hold

Light and darkness

Good and evil

In every part of life

However so trivial

Warmth and cold

Life and death

A struggle for survival

To the deepest of depths

Necessity and luxury

Fact and unknown

Information long lost

In every wind since blown

Right and wrong

Love and hate

Do what you must

Before it’s too late

Justice and corruption

Heaven and hell

We all ask the questions

Not a single soul tells

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You were always so bright

And so full of life

Yet there were those who judged

Simply to give you strife

No one saw it coming

At least not from you

Now all that judged

Are shocked so true

Your stress was too much

And your pain, too great

Now all that judged

Find apologies too late

You have found a better place

And there you belong

Now all that judged

See they are wrong

To say you will be missed

Is an understatement at least

May we all find comfort

That you’ve found your peace

Maintaining the youth

And protecting the old

The sun has the hope

Metal can never hold

The heat of its rays

Keeps the damp from the steel

And prevents the decay

That is ever so real

A few parts lost touch

With the sun’s warming light

Allowing rust to set in

Steel’s one true blight

Now it’s stood against years

But not without cost

The sign’s once pristine state

Has been long ago lost

There is one annoying thing

That is a habit of mine

Whenever I write a poem

There must always be some rhyme

This habit isn’t exactly bad

But more of an inconvenience

For to write a verse without a rhyme

Gives me quite a grievance

It matters not the strictness of rhyme

As long as it exists

Irritating as sometimes this habit can be

I know it will always persist

So instead of trying to break this habit

I actually gave it a home

I now embrace this habit quite strongly

Giving my poetry a style its own

The waves were calm

The sand was warm

From that day on

She’d be forever forlorn

She met him there

She lost her breath

How she would fare

Would feel like death

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