so this is hard...
the painful realization
that its beyond repair
theres an emptiness falling
unable to cease
except in your eyes...
your hollow overwhelming eyes
the secret lies there
but you wont confess
to the deceit youve left unquestionable
is it true?
shall i turn now before
your mask is stripped by others
maybe ill stay in denial
just to avoid the pain again
the old familiar smell of defeat
basking in its glory that i was given hope yet again
hope always falls short to my heart.
Sunday, September 27, 2009
bitter pills
ts getting harder to swallow
these pills of wasted time
i down another bottle to coincide
trying to drown out thoughts
they come way to erratic anymore
i cant decide which ones are here to better me
so i shut all of them out
can you lend me your eyes
so that i might see
what is blindly laid before me
i thought with time i could get better
i thought with distance i would become whole again
but in the end its left me nothing
nothing but the happiness to be free
roam the earth and dodge other men
playing games not with them but really with myself
i hate the plot that i have chosen
i want it to end like a fairy tale
these pills of wasted time
i down another bottle to coincide
trying to drown out thoughts
they come way to erratic anymore
i cant decide which ones are here to better me
so i shut all of them out
can you lend me your eyes
so that i might see
what is blindly laid before me
i thought with time i could get better
i thought with distance i would become whole again
but in the end its left me nothing
nothing but the happiness to be free
roam the earth and dodge other men
playing games not with them but really with myself
i hate the plot that i have chosen
i want it to end like a fairy tale
frost
faded colors paint the trees
with the familiar smell of winter frost
a brief reminder that change is sudden
it might be hidden but never lost
digging under the frozen dirt
searching deeper until i find
your escaped picture once more
thats been embedded in my mind
so i come to you with momentos
hoping that you can patch this hole
maybe you know a few answers
something that will heal my soul
winds blowing in at higher speed
i feel the temperature dropping still
now facing the reality that what was buried
has been coded and always will
with the familiar smell of winter frost
a brief reminder that change is sudden
it might be hidden but never lost
digging under the frozen dirt
searching deeper until i find
your escaped picture once more
thats been embedded in my mind
so i come to you with momentos
hoping that you can patch this hole
maybe you know a few answers
something that will heal my soul
winds blowing in at higher speed
i feel the temperature dropping still
now facing the reality that what was buried
has been coded and always will
Thursday, September 17, 2009
post card
you don't talk to me anymore
so i'll send you a post card.
write down all the things you've missed
and sign it with a heart.
you don't see me anymore
so i'll send you a polaroid.
taken in the latest fashion and makeup
and sign it with a void.
you don't hear me anymore
so i'll send you a personal song.
record all of my emotions and words for you
and sign it with a wrong.
you don't know me anymore
so i'll send you nothing to reply.
i gave you all the chances in the world
so now i will sign it with a good-bye.
so i'll send you a post card.
write down all the things you've missed
and sign it with a heart.
you don't see me anymore
so i'll send you a polaroid.
taken in the latest fashion and makeup
and sign it with a void.
you don't hear me anymore
so i'll send you a personal song.
record all of my emotions and words for you
and sign it with a wrong.
you don't know me anymore
so i'll send you nothing to reply.
i gave you all the chances in the world
so now i will sign it with a good-bye.
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
23 this no guarantee
the flight was inevitable
every chrysalis breaks through
i just wish i could have held on longer
for one more moment with you
my nightstand clock flashes
but i cant stop the phased moon
the stars beat in a rhythm
my wish ran away with the spoon
new smells mingle with old
ive replaced grasp with self doubt
my ears are my new instrument
searching as a sponged scout
distance has replaced time
lyrics summon me to the stage
its time to break down the set
let's begin a new page.
Sunday, September 6, 2009
stump
falling leaves...
time to shed the comfortable green
wilted petals fall from a distance
i held them all up so high
but they broke when seasons changed
turning colors just like tides
giving tree
do you not miss me?
i gave you everything i could
so much that i have nothing left to give....
but a stump.
august came and i waited.
the silence before the change.
i miss your angst but most of all
i miss the way we both smile.
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