there’s a boy with a black jacket and green eyes jumping into your car
and he asks you to buy him a cupcake so you do
and he hasn’t told you his name and you haven’t told him that you stole this car
he follows you home and crawls into your bed
he tells you what his name is but you think he’s lying
so you let him tuck up to your body and tighten his arms around your shoulders
when you wake up he’s still there and it’s still dark outside
so he takes your hands and pulls you outside
you drink something that makes you feel numb
and you still haven’t told him that you stole that car
and he hasn’t paid you back for the cupcake so you sit in silence
and then you go to bed again and he’s there
when you wake up there’s a warmth pressed on top of you and hair in your face
he’s still there and you’re still not sure what his real name is
he says he has to leave soon and his voice is weak
and well, you don’t want him to leave
so one day you wake up and it’s been snowing all night
and it’s freezing and he’s not there
it takes weeks and weeks and you wondered if you dreamed him up
and you want to know why he got in your car
and why you let him get close to you
you still can’t stop thinking even when the world’s asleep
but then its 3 am and you just got to sleep and something crashes through your window
so its him, and he’s soaking wet from the rainstorm outside
he crawls into your bed and you say ‘took your time’
and you can feel him smile into your neck and he whispers so only you can hear him
‘i went away but then i remember you and i came running back’
Should I but drift cross the street
Like a tattered pamphlet that
Could only be used for the first week:
For a fraction of the cost.
Should I but lay upon the floor
As if I was a simple throw
Destined to lay at the feet of those
Who thrive on what they know.
Should I but fall onto the side
Of a dense and forested path
Then I would know how it is to live
Without fear of turning back.
Should I but wake before I die
And renounce my elusive doom
Only then would my mind lie
Peacefully beneath my tomb.
When my Dad got divorced,
He told me that he would wake up in the night with his hands tightly clenched into fists,
I've gone to bed with aching bones ever since,
Falling asleep angry and alone,
Just like him
Meet me in a dream, and sing to me as i sleep.
Wake me in the morning, to indented sheets.
Always keep the words, blurred and unpronounced.
Dangling in my head, tingling to come out.
I'm not the only one, that knows what you're about.
But I'm the only one who knows you now.
There is a bitter wind that blows
Wherever unforgiveness grows.
Where spite and anger fill the heart,
It tears wherein it dwells apart.
Keep check that ego's port of call.
'tis said pride comes before the fall,
Let not a jealous heart partake,
For it will leave destruction in its wake.
Stress the strong, the true, the fair, the wise,
Keep your eye upon the greater prize.
Hold fast that which your heart once knew.
And remember, you were young once too.
Copyright © 2010 Richard D. Remler
'To live remains an art which everyone must learn,
and which no one can teach. '
I dream of a day when I wake up next to you
sipping our coffee next to the morning dew
talking about life
just like we used to
and then the moon rises
while you're eyes drift with time
right in front of mine
and I no longer have to worry
about what would be so divine
When confronted I try tell myself, "I am not scared to die".
I tell others my most misleading lie, one I've told myself recently.
As well looked into my lovers eyes, in all her emotional freedom.
She asked me, "Aren't you afraid to never wake up again?
That you and everything we do will one day never exist."
Uttered back, something along the lines of "Lets just think about now".
But my mind goes to work thinking back to when I was ten.
Crawling into the bed closing my eyes listening to my thoughts.
Feeling the cool sheets, allowing the pillow to take in my head.
Having similar doubts, as questions formed. Just learning of death.
Through the anxiety of never waking up.
I'm holding her right now. Because I need her just as bad.
Where were we when you quit the sound?
Caught in distance while you hung around
Encased inside of our own menial pursuit
Flaunting desperation as a constant survival
As you battled death in your combat boots
There is no glory with fate as your rival
What were you seeing in your distorted mind?
As you ate your last words and ecstaticly dined
At the chemical festival of illusions' absorbtion
How far did your gaze stroll onto the other side?
did you meet with an end or the start of damnation?
In which lonely drawer do your dreams now reside?
Where have the remnants of life made their grave?
Are they in the lingering regret that you've paved?
Through each flash of your face and casket sight
The delusional rebirth of your presence revealing;
Fragments of ended realities giving spark to night
Burning sigils into visions of a broken feeling
Flame lit sketches etched across a charred eulogy
Only a name remains lying in the wake of a memory
Pieces scattered amongst an unfitting resting place
Conflicting beauties molding a divine contrast
A devil laid to rest in the midst of holy space
One shade of diversity on a bland earthly cast
Echoes of descension from this dimming black sky
Adorning each reflection with your hollow eyes
Complexions left searching for an answer to hold
As to how lifes' vigor can so swiftly fall to decay
And,The aging of dignity resembling every tale told
Seems to shine a reality check on this tragic play
A nulling backdrop for this cemetary playground
Where the kings and queens become tediously crowned
With a sickly ailment that reaks of dalipidation
The stench of the end atop an eternal retrospect
Glaring back with the most sincere of validations
That the fallen live on as our recollections resurect
A stroll through the city
just after dusk.
Alone in the dark but don’t fret mother
I’ll be in my bed by the time you wake.
I’m not a child,
underneath this skin, freedom itching to escape.
These people don’t care.
A million lost soles what am I but another
In this great vast jungle,
a jungle of light and sound.
A man passes he doesn’t know my name.
It just a city,
Dangerous and big, but so is my mind.
Yet you let me wander through that maze alone
Monsters waiting in the corners.
Monsters that damage and destroy.
So what is a little danger, a little freedom?
If not for freedom on the outside,
I’m stuck holding tight to the monsters within.
Say no to drugs,
The smoke will kill your lungs,
Alcohol is poison,
But you're doing just fine?
There's a void in you,
I tried to fix
But all the love in the world,
Couldn't rebuild your bricks.
So you drown yourself in liquor
And surround your lungs with smoke
I wish you would realize
That these things will only numb the pain
And when you wake up in the morning
You will be far from sane.
You're too dumb to see this and I'm just sick of trying to prove
That you're better than this,
And I love you.
But words mean nothing,
Theyre Just fluctuations in tone.
I thought I could help you through this,
But I can't.
I should've known.