Nothing is free
Even when you breath
It's to fullfil a need
Taken with greed
Ignoring the pleads
For the very same need
Belonging to you
Or belonging to me
It's dangerous to need
Especially
When needs can bleed
Rarely is it seen
The true value need
The price of free
Is more costly than greed
A price that is valued
Against someone else's needs
Nothing is free
Nothing is ever free
Weight out the costs
How valuable are your needs
Sep 7, 2018
Sep 7, 2018 at 1:15 AM UTC
I am most happy when I live life fully and ambitiously. When the pursuit of my goals are met with accomplishments, and when you have undoubtable faith in not only yourself, but in us as a team.
I love you endlessly and passionately, so much so that at times it frightens me how much I love you, but with that being said all you need to know is that I happily embrace the fear.
You are both a mystery and lifelonged companion to me. You amaze me as much as you frustrate me, and I without question, would give up the world for you.
I love you and I'm very sorry.
So **** tomorrow and every tomorrow that may come after it, but know this, I will live today and every other today is happily as I possibly can, with you.
Apr 17, 2018
Apr 17, 2018 at 10:13 PM UTC
Today was the worst day of my life
Was I always destined for a life like this
The days are stirring, wildly unpredictable
Best part is, I get to do it all over again
Day after day it never seems to end
Of course, I never thought life could be this
My heart races with tomorrow coming soon
Life is short and this is the life I live
Apr 8, 2018
Apr 8, 2018 at 2:50 AM UTC
When I was little
I was taught a lesson
That I control all that is destined
Of my life and how I live
And from that lesson I listened
In the next day
My teacher said
Today is a day to pretend
Gather round and close your eyes
Then tell me what you'd like to be
If you could be absolutely anything
I raised my hand without a doubt
And when I was called I said out loud
If I could be anything, I'd be "Y"
Because "Y" is in ever(y)thing
And "Y" can be an(y)thing
No no you don't understand
You need to try again she said
But I learned a lesson
That I control all that is destined
Of my life and how I live
And I want to be (Y) I said
But why
Because when people try but don't understand
They'll ask why and I'll help them learn
And when people are rude and say why should I care
I want to be there to say, I care
And when people are sad and ask why me
I'll be there to say it's going to be okay
I always want to be with (y)ou so that we're never alone
And because I want to be in the middle of Happ(y)ness
Happiness is spelled with and "I" my teacher said
I know
But "Y"
Jun 5, 2016
Jun 5, 2016 at 12:54 AM UTC
The rain falls on the cobble stone wall
She is tall, young with perfectly long hair
Black and gray is all that is today
The rain falls on her open toed shoes
Her cheecks are full, her breath is heavy
A little chilly for the fifth of September
Her skin like silk, damp and freckled
The rain falls in the most perfectly sad way
Drop by drop on the cobble stone wall
One by one under her freckled brow
Black and gray, black and gray
The church bell crashes, at the perfect hour
The day is gray but her eyes have color
Deep and rich with depth like the sea
Falling in deeper, and deeper
Impossible to look away
Searching and searching under sheets of gray
Only to find the reason to say
It feels a bit warmer on this September day
Looking into the eyes of young beauty
Reminding the soul of all past laughs
And easing the mind of tomorrow's woes
The rain falls on us all
But as long as there is color
Those are the reasons
We look into each other
Nov 7, 2015
Nov 7, 2015 at 6:26 PM UTC
When I think of you I think of how time has endlessly past and stalled by the fading yet constant memory of you
The memories of now and the memories of then are told differently in my head
Because as you now I have an overactive imagination
At Sunday night I drove you home it was quiet and uneventful with you sleeping right next to me
What I remember is a Sunday I could not end
Like a scene from a film the lighting of the street lamps perfectly placed to reveal your natural grin, as if to hint to the audience that you liked me too
What I remember is the beginning middle and end over romantic film that has been rewritten over and over again
Because as you know I have an overactive imagination
All the chasing playing laughing and cake throwing
All the *** and the dancing and every time we sat there and did nothing
Flashes like a montage of our greatest hits
What I remember is a plot of a romantic masterpiece one that can satisfy anyone's needs
But as you know I have an overactive imagination
And although I enjoy the show it was built off of exaggerations over past
The truth is it's been a very long time and I'm not sure if we'd be able to add anything new
Our story was one about an incredibly kind and beautiful girl
Who fell in love with a boy who was more brave and determined than anyone else, when it came to love
But there it goes my overactive imagination
We'd love each other then
It doesn't mean we'd love each other now
What it comes down to is that I'm not as brave as I used to be, when it comes to our love
So I quietly watch this film
Until the film wears thin
Jul 27, 2015
Jul 27, 2015 at 5:57 PM UTC
When you do bad things you never expect that they will happen to you
But if you believe in karma its inevitable that you'll get what's coming to you
When life becomes too heavy in reality. I display it on the sliver scene in my head
Like watching a sad film that I can't look away from. Because its just one of those nights that I want to be sad
I am no better or worse then the stars in my film. Yet I feel all their sadness all their struggle and every bit of their repentance
She's the lead role tonight, still sleeping in our bed.
She is always beautiful on the silver screen, when she smiles and plays...but tonight I'm watching a sad film
And all I see is her sadness and mine
She's sleeping in our bed next to the space that I wish I've always filled
She is beautiful in her sleep and I am tired of this film. I want too look away but my eyes are glued to the screen
I know I should lay down in the space next to her. The space that can only be filled by me tonight
She is the star of my film and we have both played our separate roles. But I am tired these old films.
So tonight I fill in that space
And as I lay there next to her, I close my eyes, cutting to black
Hoping for a happy ending
Jun 15, 2015
Jun 15, 2015 at 3:15 AM UTC
The man with the hand that is uncomfortable to hold
It is rough and sharp with no feeling really at all
Except for that spot where he trimmed at the nail
Not again he says, no no, not my nail
The clippers he used that went too deep
He only intended to keep appearances neat
To be seen like the man with the hand of a soldier
Broken and beaten, but with a veil placed over
So no one will know that he still feels pain
He grabs course rock and weilds hot flame
Forging the hand that belongs to a man
To be hard and tough this is his plan
But in that spot where he trimmed at the nail
The fire is too hot and the rocks painful
They scratch and burn at his sensitive skin
He stares at the spot where is nail should've been
Its the first true pain since he scared his skin
Remembering the hand that belonged to a boy
Comfortable to hold, gentle to touch
Able to feel every tickel and rush
His hand is too rough to touch the skin
The skin of a boy that once had been
Afraid of the pain before he hardened
He stares at the boy he cannot uncover
Unable to sooth
Unable to love
This hand is uncomfortable
Too hard and too rough
The hand of man that can't feel enough
Mar 9, 2015
Mar 9, 2015 at 9:13 PM UTC
The beauty of every heart
lies within the stories behind them
every shadowy secret and deeply scared wound,
gives reasonable doubt that with every impossibility
somehow,
you have a beating heart of your own
our heart never stops beating
as long as you let it be known
Feb 10, 2015
Feb 10, 2015 at 6:22 PM UTC
If I grew my hair to my knees and dyed it to the color of the wind, would you still recognize him
If I pealed away at my fingers to make them look thinner, would you still be able to remember them
If I never walked into the sun again and took an eraser to my skin, just to be a bit lighter, would that be enough to disguise him
What if I even change the way I speak, a whole octive higher or perhaps lower, would his voice still be familiar
What if I make myself shorter or taller, with reconstructive surgery, do you think then you can be fooled by him
But what if
I break my nose and reshape it
Take my lips and deflate them
Gouge my eyes to replace them
Would that make a difference
What if I told you that you never had to see him again, that he can be different, he can be better, he could be anything
Would you believe in him
No...
But thanks for trying
Feb 2, 2015
Feb 2, 2015 at 8:33 AM UTC