Smiling

There’s a song by Hi-Rez the rapper (this is the only rap song I listen to because I like the lyrics), and he says in the chorus, “if only there was a place, if you could just see my face; y’all would see I’m smiling.” I thought about this line for a long time because, to me, it makes me remember the days of having to put on a smile and a facade so people wouldn’t ask me about how I felt.

When they saw my face, I was smiling. Do I regret not opening up and revealing how I felt? Immensely. I had a mental breakdown around Sophomore year thanks to all the things I had bottled up and shove down. My advice to you is pick someone you’ve known for a long time, someone who knows you. Someone you trust. If you can do that, reveal your feelings.

Contrary to what I thought, it doesn’t make you strong to bottle your emotions up. Ultimately, all of that will tear you down. So, what am I saying? I’m saying don’t let that smile be fake.

Word up,
Davis Gwynn

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Well we’ve come a long way since we started haven’t we? I’ve done so many of these that my speeches are starting to sound the same! In all honesty, I’m glad for that. So I think it’s time I share with all of you my goal; I aim to be hailed as the King of Words, a man saluted by all as a true master of the English language.

Although it might be ambitious, it is my ultimate goal. So, all of you, stand by me as we rise to the throne. It’s going to be a hard ride, but it’ll be worth it.

We Wonder

We wonder why war is waged and hate is spread.

We wonder why those we love stab us in the back.

We wonder why those we love ignore us.

We wonder why we write about it.

Do they enjoy our pain? Do they sympathize with us? Do they pity us?

We wonder which is worse.

We wonder why all can’t be like us and accept that no one is the same.

We wonder who we can trust.

We wonder why we show our hearts to others.

Yet, they wonder why we build these walls.

Fight

I’ve found you.

The one person to make me feel alive again and it is a wonderful feeling.

I never though it could be possible for someone to quench the everlasting anger and hatred within my heart but here you stand before me.

Victory may have abandoned me but in its place I now have something far greater: Wisdom.

I will always be by your side.

Even if I have I Journey through hell the likes of a Journey Dante has not seen, I shall do it.

If I have to kill the devil and forsake Eden for you I’ll do it.

If I have to stop on my journey and let the sun set just to see you, I’ll do it.

Because even a thousand suns could not warm my heart the way you do.

No words are great enough.

Now you see what you’ve done; you’ve stopped a writer’s words.

Yet you’ve ignited his heart.

Cut Hands

Blood drips onto the page.

My hands are shredded from too much use.

You made me hold your thorny heart, and my hands bleed from writing about it.

I tried to hold it as long as possible, but, in the end, I couldn’t do it.

So now I wait for these wounds to heal, but they’ll leave scars.

I cannot write like this with cut hands and hardened heart.

You said you couldn’t hold my love, yet it was I who couldn’t hold your pain.

It clouded your eyes.

It clouded my judgement.

I tried to mold you into the one thing you were, yet you were blind to it.

You were blind to me.

Jason’s Monologue

There are some things that I cannot forget

and some things that I utterly regret

Like how her love fell right out of my hands

onto the floor

and it shattered

along with my heart so poor

Yet I stood up and did not lament

No, I got up and took my revenge

I jested and I joked not thinking about my life

Until I got up on this stage and looked you all in the eye

You never all consider your own mortality

You never really think of how much more you could be

And that’s why I’m here, ladies and gentle-men

to remind you that you shant be like this poor Jester within.

For inside me is madness and an eternal anger

And I’m sorry my friends to put you all in this danger

But my thirst will not be satiated until I am drenched in your blood

For then will my burning, passionate revenge be done.

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(I accidentally posted this on the old blog (gwynnanddarkness), so I apologize to those who might see it again. It recieved some good support on there of which I’m thankful.)

Jason’s Monologue

There are some things that I cannot forget

and some things that I utterly regret

Like how her love feel right out of my hands

onto the floor

and it shattered

along with my heart so poor

Yet I stood up and did not lament

No I got up and took my revenge

I jested and I joked not thinking about my life

Until I got up on this stage and looked you all in the eye

You never all consider your own mortality

You never really think of how much more you could be

And that’s why I’m here, ladies and gentle-men

to remind you that you shant be like this poor Jester within.

For inside me is madness and an eternal anger

And I’m sorry my friends to put you all in this danger

But my thirst will not be satiated until I am drenched in your blood

For then will my burning, passionate revenge be done.