I wish that the version of you
that lives inside my head
were real
Jul 24, 2018
Jul 24, 2018 at 1:49 AM UTC
Music maker, trombone player
Master-to-be of all instruments
For my passion
an educator in the making
Those notes that live within
Their stave homes on the aged paper
Are composed of the very things
that run through these well-played veins
They are the building blocks of my being
That brought me to world-class stages
Music maker, trombone player
I am a future Great
Apr 26, 2016
Apr 26, 2016 at 3:26 PM UTC
Yours is a dead end, but it's the only path I want to take
Jul 27, 2015
Jul 27, 2015 at 6:56 PM UTC
Sometimes I wish we were complete strangers
That you only remained to be the quiet kid with the ******* haircut
And that I never told you my secrets
Or anything about my life
Sometimes I wish you haven't heard my stories
That you wouldn't be able to finish some of my tales
And that I never heard any of yours
Or met your family
Sometimes I wish I could just go away
That I could leave you to your own devices, no bother from me
And that you wouldn't have to worry about including me
Or even listen to what I say
Jul 27, 2015
Jul 27, 2015 at 6:54 PM UTC
In English there is a kid named Josh
As a lifeguard he goes splishy splosh
An old man dropped his gown
His smile turned upside down
What he saw made him say, "Oh my gosh!"
May 8, 2015
May 8, 2015 at 3:06 PM UTC
*Hey. I just woke up from a dream that you didn't particularly star in but when I woke up it was amazing that you were the first thing to pop into my head and it was crazy that the dream was spot on with a dilemma I will have to face soon and that is leaving you because as much as I do not want this to happen it surely will in over a year I will be graduating and I will be moving on with my life and you will still be in school and moving on with your life but the difference here is we won't be near anymore and that's the scary part because our future it isn't solid it isn't certain and I can't be sure that when we both have to move on that we will be as close as we are now but perhaps that is a good thing cause I've been thinking that maybe you're a dead end a dud a match that won't light and I'm the idiot that won't stop trying and maybe it's just time I need for your heart to start working the wonder of love or for mine to work the wonder of forget but whatever it is leaving is the natural process and there is a cure to my predicament and that is to never lose contact and be near always as much as we are now but then again this future of ours is not set in stone so what is the chance of you actually wanting that? Closer to none than anything else, but at this point I have yet to know. I miss you and although I'll be seeing you tomorrow I won't stop thinking about this and how I don't want this to happen. We will surely have to discuss this across the lunch table and perhaps I can grab your attention from that stupid game on your phone and maybe you'll listen when I tell you tears came when I woke up from this dream and perhaps you'll remember my emotion when we dye the shirts and maybe you'll do the thing I've been waiting for on Saturday and a future then can be discernible. Right now my mind is ******* and I can't think anymore so goodnight, I love you.*
Mar 8, 2015
Mar 8, 2015 at 10:42 PM UTC
I invested so much into you
And when you crashed
I fell into my own Great Depression
Mar 2, 2015
Mar 2, 2015 at 9:27 PM UTC
Half finished stories and continuous laughter burning our cheeks
Multitudes of inside jokes we forgot we made
When blue meets green, yours to mine
It's amazing to see, if only you'd open your eyes
Feb 2, 2015
Feb 2, 2015 at 1:07 PM UTC
In a place where the Saints go
To eternally lift their load
My own Saint had a ticket
For his own road
2:37 sharp
That Saturday afternoon
God made a plan
For you to leave soon
Bedside is where I'll be
Waiting for the moment you flee
Don't fly away my heavenly friend
Promise me you'll see me again?
I once heard a story
Where "Love is watching someone die"
Do you remember the moral?
Waiting for the fateful goodbye?
Plans put on hold
We had quite a few
How long to wait?
I don't know about you...
Bedside is where I'll be
Waiting for the moment you flee
Don't fly away yet my heavenly friend
Promise me you'll love me again?
Whatever god there is hasn't given me enough time
To be satisfied with all of our lustful crimes
But as the LCD tells me you're drifting away
Your second date will be for today
Don't go away
Tell me how you fight fight fight
Bedside is where I was
Dreading that awful moment it paused
I watched you fly away, my heavenly lover
You promised me, that we'd wait for each other
But your promises were as broken as you
Jan 20, 2015
Jan 20, 2015 at 11:34 AM UTC