I Love Slam Poetry
[b]The Light Inside My Eyes[/b]
I'm alive, I'm alive, I'm alive!
Because of this light inside my eyes.
So, who am I to speak of light
when in the night, so many die Try-ing to find
the right way into the light that lights the night?
I'm Atticus.
I live a life I never thought I'd ever find.
I've leased my mind to suicide on the darkest nights
I know his eyes better than mine
That CANT be right!
This does NOT define me!
I've worn the chains of Anxie-ty, for years I let them define me.
But what used to define me no longer defines me
Look behind this mask into these eyes of mine and you will find
I'm defined by light, a light that shines despite the lifeless nights
My eyes have seen, that I've survived
Sometimes the night reminds my mind of the lies of suicide
And sometimes the night decides to rewind all of the times I saw the eyes
of the demons that tried to hide the light from inside my mind.
They tried to take my life in the quiet of the night,
said if my mind would die by the slight of my hand
maybe then I might finally find my peace of mind in an eternal night
But I'm the kinda guy who fights
Not the kinda guy who dies
before I try to fight against the lies
of suicide inside my mind.
For my eyes have seen what lies
outside the finite confines of my mind
outside the shade of shadows thrown by the fire inside
Plato's cave inside my mind.
And I cry tonight that there resides
outside a light no mind can find inside its tiny confines
this light shines outside the minds of men
This light climbs higher than the rhetoric of the highest minds
This light can move the mountains
This light can change this tiger's stripes
This light brings people long dead right back to life.
I no longer lie awake, alone, afraid in the night
NO! I am no longer defined by what went wrong inside my mind
In the silence of those long and lonely nights.
Because there is one in the light who calls me home.
There is one who is the light outside my cave who calls me Son.
Who tells us all we can live a new life, one lived in a light
that even our minds, despite their might, could never describe.
You can harbor this light in the night of your mind, friend
Like my friend Tyler cries
We must "Remember the moment we know
Exactly where we're going, because
the next moment before we know it, time is slowin'
And is frozen still, and the window sill looks really nice, right?
We think twice about our lives, It probably happens at night, right?
So we Fight it, we take the pain and we ignite it!"
Cause we know the lies of the night don't define what's right
But what's right has decided to reside inside the light
and the light shines on in the Darkness
And the Darkness does not overcome it.
And there is a man who's borne of the light
He is known by my mind as the light of the world
who stepped down out of the light and into the night
That you and I might step out of the night and into the light
And cry in the silence of suicide in the night
That we are alive, That we are alive, That we are alive!
Because of this light that burns so brightly
inside our eyes.
So, who am I to speak of light
when in the night so many die
Try-ing to find the right way
To the light that lights the night?
I am Atticus.
I live a life
I never thought I'd ever find.
I'm alive, I'm alive, I'm alive!
Because of this light inside my eyes.
So, who am I to speak of light
when in the night, so many die Try-ing to find
the right way into the light that lights the night?
I'm Atticus.
I live a life I never thought I'd ever find.
I've leased my mind to suicide on the darkest nights
I know his eyes better than mine
That CANT be right!
This does NOT define me!
I've worn the chains of Anxie-ty, for years I let them define me.
But what used to define me no longer defines me
Look behind this mask into these eyes of mine and you will find
I'm defined by light, a light that shines despite the lifeless nights
My eyes have seen, that I've survived
Sometimes the night reminds my mind of the lies of suicide
And sometimes the night decides to rewind all of the times I saw the eyes
of the demons that tried to hide the light from inside my mind.
They tried to take my life in the quiet of the night,
said if my mind would die by the slight of my hand
maybe then I might finally find my peace of mind in an eternal night
But I'm the kinda guy who fights
Not the kinda guy who dies
before I try to fight against the lies
of suicide inside my mind.
For my eyes have seen what lies
outside the finite confines of my mind
outside the shade of shadows thrown by the fire inside
Plato's cave inside my mind.
And I cry tonight that there resides
outside a light no mind can find inside its tiny confines
this light shines outside the minds of men
This light climbs higher than the rhetoric of the highest minds
This light can move the mountains
This light can change this tiger's stripes
This light brings people long dead right back to life.
I no longer lie awake, alone, afraid in the night
NO! I am no longer defined by what went wrong inside my mind
In the silence of those long and lonely nights.
Because there is one in the light who calls me home.
There is one who is the light outside my cave who calls me Son.
Who tells us all we can live a new life, one lived in a light
that even our minds, despite their might, could never describe.
You can harbor this light in the night of your mind, friend
Like my friend Tyler cries
We must "Remember the moment we know
Exactly where we're going, because
the next moment before we know it, time is slowin'
And is frozen still, and the window sill looks really nice, right?
We think twice about our lives, It probably happens at night, right?
So we Fight it, we take the pain and we ignite it!"
Cause we know the lies of the night don't define what's right
But what's right has decided to reside inside the light
and the light shines on in the Darkness
And the Darkness does not overcome it.
And there is a man who's borne of the light
He is known by my mind as the light of the world
who stepped down out of the light and into the night
That you and I might step out of the night and into the light
And cry in the silence of suicide in the night
That we are alive, That we are alive, That we are alive!
Because of this light that burns so brightly
inside our eyes.
So, who am I to speak of light
when in the night so many die
Try-ing to find the right way
To the light that lights the night?
I am Atticus.
I live a life
I never thought I'd ever find.
