"Writing is the entrance for relief and the exit for stress and creativity."
Frankie Reed-Shaw
Frankie Reed-Shaw
Untitled Mind
They say man has acces s to the most amazing mind
Place him in a cell of 4 walls and he will create a million windows...
Fictional exits to a world dimmer than the one he currently lives
Lonelier... colder, because the mind is the darkest place to dwell
The hardest place to lighten
The smallest room, yet the biggest place for endless negative possibilities
If you give man a pen and paper, he will write a thousand genuine lines
Roads traveled, dreams, passions, trials, and passings
Give man an electronic and ask for only one fourth of those amazingly compelling words
It will return void of all imaginings, as blank as the million dollar check he imagined
in that dark room with four walls
that some publisher would pay him for.
Frankie Reed-Shaw
They say man has acces s to the most amazing mind
Place him in a cell of 4 walls and he will create a million windows...
Fictional exits to a world dimmer than the one he currently lives
Lonelier... colder, because the mind is the darkest place to dwell
The hardest place to lighten
The smallest room, yet the biggest place for endless negative possibilities
If you give man a pen and paper, he will write a thousand genuine lines
Roads traveled, dreams, passions, trials, and passings
Give man an electronic and ask for only one fourth of those amazingly compelling words
It will return void of all imaginings, as blank as the million dollar check he imagined
in that dark room with four walls
that some publisher would pay him for.
Frankie Reed-Shaw
Moment of Truth
When all goes wrong
All that is left are burnt ashes
Shadowed doubts of where you belong
You look down and there is no bottom
Your heart loses it's rhythm
Hopes & aspirations succumb before you can remember them
And the world keeps spinning
Forcing you to lose control
And this is just the beginning
If you will make it back, you do not know
You have had good times, but that is the past
You live for the moment
For now it is the bad times that last
The seconds seem like centuries
When you are digging your own grave
Tears over flow onto an ocean of memories
You are the only lifeguard and that is whom you must save
Its drownings high that has you hooked
A downer to your soul, so you're addicted
Slowly sucking away your breath
All goes as predicted
And the world keeps spinning
Forcing you to lose control
And this is just the beginning
If you will make it back, you do not know
You have had good times, but that is the past
You live for the moment
And right now it is worse than bad
Hush, yet cry now for it may be your last
Thou speak of it and it shall come to pass
Frankie Reed
Reality Check
In life we make choices....
hope and pray for the best outcome
Sometimes we forget we have voices
and fall back into situations we have overcome
We weaken our spirits by doubting our self-worth
adjusting ourselves to disregard our own hurt
Compromising our inner peace and neglecting our feelings
Filling our personal treasure box with pain, leaving no room for healing
Our love for the unlovable outweighs the love for one's self
Our baggage becomes our reflection
and a broken mind, body and spirit becomes our only wealth
In life we make mistakes
and torture ourselves after
Sometimes we forget to have faith
and situations can be overcome with laughter
We choose sadness, happiness, worry and stress
they cannot choose us
But we can put them to rest
Yet,
in the end we deserve anything we accept
by: Frankie Reed
Etched In Stone
Who I am
The shade of my essence
The beauty in color
Elegant hue
The paths I will withstand
The value in perserverance
The strength in honor
Forever true
I am strength
~Loyalty~
~Beauty ~
~Wisdom~
~ Knowledge ~
Made in the image of HIM
-FRANKIE-