When the time comes, I’ll be in your arms
We’ll drive by neighborhoods and farms
Stopping in this crazy haze
The night sky before our eyes
We look about in such a daze
Brightness falls down to the horizon and dies
The sweet smell of the summer air
Tickles our noses and lulls us to sleep
As I run my fingers through your hair
We dream of a little home on a hill so steep
Feb 27, 2011
Feb 27, 2011 at 6:17 PM UTC
I sent your gift through soap and suds
Looks battered and short shrift
The smile on your face
The sureness of your grace
While I was throwing duds
I dropped a pendant, a symbol of trust
Still pondering where it might have went
You seem disappointed
Though not afflicted
As I sat there and cussed
I broke a picture frame, Shattered the glass
As I hid away, and in you came
A long pause and awe
Your open-wide jaw
I felt like such a *******
You take pity on me nonetheless and shrug it off
You say, “It’s okay” As others stand around to scoff
While you relieve the distress of my dismay
What a person, so loving
That is why I hold them so close
Everyone else, pushing and shoving
When I was the one you chose
Feb 21, 2011
Feb 21, 2011 at 8:44 PM UTC
Wish there was a way,
A way to be my best.
So I need not repay,
For my garbled mind
To feel less of a pest.
Wish this uncertainty
An annoyance within
My undeceive mind
Will straighten out and bind.
So I can then be normal.
Or pretend at least.
Where I fall short in morale
I make up for in spurts of joy,
My confusion deceased.
Though it still lurks inside.
Wish I were me
Not some depressed eyesore
Trying to be
That person you so much adore
Feb 16, 2011
Feb 16, 2011 at 8:21 PM UTC
Wherever you may be
I never forget what you’ve done for me
I long to talk
I long to listen
While our feet walk
And far away lights glisten
Distance I thought,
Brought strength to us both
Are we ignoring the pain it’s brought
The problems it’s caused, that still loath?
These feelings have hacked away at your life
I feel sorry, to put you through so much
Aches similar to stabs with a kitchen knife
How long will you put up with me,
In such a way one would a crutch
Why
Still you hang on
Am I worth the trouble?
Worth the sorrow and effort to keep?
A feeling as if I where in a bubble,
Held by others, while we hide and weep?
Time with you is like no other,
Though it’s such a pain to see
Us separated by father and mother
I must be too close, clingy
While I stare across the room at your beautiful face
Unable to show my true feelings locked up within my head
I’m hoping our bonds are still held tight, like that of my shoelace
Wishing these low feelings away, and re-enforcing the thread
The current of affection and understanding still flows
Through such a great dam
Though I wish to see you always
Talk with you always
Learn from you always
As close as I am
Feb 4, 2011
Feb 4, 2011 at 10:43 PM UTC
A morning to wake up to
An evening to remember
A night sky full of gray and blue
In the pitch, still warmth of an ember
If there ever was such a sight
Let it be seen tonight
While I stand next to you,
And see the day through
Under a glow in the clouds
In the sea yonder
Lights shine from above
Figures you may ponder
These sights,
We’re in awe of
Staring so far out
Over the hills,
Are bright cities,
Free of drought
As a low mass fills
The weatherman pities
Floating puffs of smoke engulf the light
But can still be seen, pale and white
Bubbling creatures crowd the air space
Moving along at an even pace
Live continues
Unaffected
This beautiful thing
Masked from others by sleep
By distractions and shrouds,
Can be a simple beauty nonetheless
A pretty little glow in the clouds
Feb 3, 2011
Feb 3, 2011 at 7:01 PM UTC
I don’t see your reason to play
Is there something you know that I do not?
Things I tell you are given away,
Much like I did and left them to rot
When things are seen through a monocle
Not two, not a pair
The acts I’ve committed are still canonical
As these clothes,
You do not wear!
So I anger when the truth is diluted
An answer it seems, must be reputed
While wrongness and hurt
Plant seeds in the dirt,
For trust between us feels polluted…
Feb 2, 2011
Feb 2, 2011 at 8:31 PM UTC
There are voices in my head
They’re always there, determining the steps I take
They tell me when to get up or go to bed
When I should drown my mind of brimming expressions,
Or to think upon the day ahead of me and wake
Sometimes they call to me
Many times, I call for them
Yet I know not to agree
For these voices,
They do not sew the hem
They let out the very feelings I try to keep in
I must escape, whether right or wrong
To find the way without my newfound brethren
Leave me, forever long
I do not need you
These voices of mine
Creating faces so blue
And feelings held in brine
Jan 25, 2011
Jan 25, 2011 at 10:20 PM UTC
The things I do
The ways I try
The chances I blew
All these failures
I feel like
I wanna die
“Little”
…true
Though how many is too much
How many chances do I get?
Till it’s all over and I’m lost without you?
Jan 25, 2011
Jan 25, 2011 at 9:25 PM UTC
I’m absolutely flustered when I think of your face
I just can’t stand remembering the laughs we share
I’m in unbearable pain when I reminisce how fast my heart would race
It’s crazy how quick I tire of dwelling upon the amount we care
However, there is one thing…
A thing I’ll never be sick of, and this is true
As long as your there for me
As long as a fire’s still burning
I’ll never be sick of you
Jan 23, 2011
Jan 23, 2011 at 8:31 PM UTC
Oh the way our minds work
In such collaboration, appear so much alike
A place of compassion and understanding, pains lurk
The bitter aftertaste to a joy no one appears to dislike
And while these pains burn inside
They burn inside us both
After enduring so much for that we cried
The bonds between us are sound,
Like that of a strong oath
Oh the way our minds work
They capture every moment,
All that you’ve been happy for
And leave your heart open, just waiting for more
Jan 19, 2011
Jan 19, 2011 at 10:07 PM UTC