The West is drowning in vanity.
The East is lost to greed.
If only the middle was a content place.
But if the Mississippi drowned me, I wouldn't be surprised.
Just another place where I would lose myself in a world that doesn't know where to put me.
Jul 15, 2013
Jul 15, 2013 at 1:29 PM UTC
I've had the hardest time trying to be a man, the one my father taught me to be. I never understood why he was always so tired, but now I've been searching for sleep for the past three years. The bags under my eyes are the same as his, and I thank him every day for the pride he's given me in a world full of distances and disrespect.
Jul 15, 2013
Jul 15, 2013 at 1:24 PM UTC
I've laid tracks in my head that will take me anywhere.
Anywhere
But I can't bring myself to take a step.
I have nothing packed in a bag,
and it's not that I need to many things.
I just don't know what I have that's worth the trip.
I have fears that hold me back.
Jul 15, 2013
Jul 15, 2013 at 1:22 PM UTC
Next to me are people clad in black,
lost in a reverie that you gave us.
There are strong women doubled over,
and men who can't hide their drowned eyes with a stern face.
They've all known you and have
shared memories that I'll never know.
But one thing I do know,
I met a man once
in a field of chaos.
And he taught me about happiness.
Jul 15, 2013
Jul 15, 2013 at 1:20 PM UTC
Every few years I feel the need to see what else is out there.
In the past, it has caused my friends to grow up, while I reset and spin in the same circuit redundantly.
Every time I hear about their lives and success, I smile and shed a tear.
Every single one of them has deserved the respect and happiness they have found.
I don't live in regrets, and I'm not jealous or green.
I just know my life is different, and I still have things to earn.
I don't care if it takes years away from me, I've always believed that the end didn't matter.
Live every day not for the future, my father always told me.
And everyday I spend here, I've never been happier.
Oct 25, 2012
Oct 25, 2012 at 3:27 PM UTC
You remind me of the fall, when I don't mind spending my days sitting in the shade. With my coffee and smoke, I spend all my time thinking about all of the days to come.
With you, I can smell the leaves that fall so the trees can get ready for winter.
The amber, melon, and dusk rainbow that blows across our view.
Most think it's a time of dying and fading glory.
But to me, it's renew. When everything starts again and you can leave the wrongs behind you. You can shed the worries off your shoulder as you would bad dandruff.
I think about the next year and what I can do with my time. It always seems like I have as much time as I need. Too much time, almost. I don't worry about overbooking or time constraints.
That is when I am happiest. When I'm sitting in the shade.
With you.
Oct 25, 2012
Oct 25, 2012 at 3:24 PM UTC
I've never held any stock in aesthetics.
What mattered to me was the sweat and tears that I bleed that help
push those I love to higher ground.
I'd take on any storm, cut or break any bone to make sure
others can see you.
I haven't been a kid since the 90s,
because my life just didn't work out that way.
It has caused me to think too much.
But if you knew the burdens I carry,
then you'd know why I'm timid, broken and careful.
Oct 25, 2012
Oct 25, 2012 at 3:17 PM UTC
People always say you're overcrowded,
Piled up high, because there's no room
to spread your arms out wide.
Though I walk your streets and always find shade,
because people are my comfort.
A couple elbow bumps and maybe a **** off"
or two
doesn't ruin my day.
There are things here,
Ideas
Events
Passion
Things you can't find in the solitude of home.
That's why I'd choose to breath in this
damp, claustrophobic air.
If I lose myself in my head,
I'd never live outside of my body.
This place,
You,
Gives me that option.
Oct 25, 2012
Oct 25, 2012 at 3:14 PM UTC
I don’t remember getting old.
When did the days get so cold,
And all the things I used to care for not matter anymore.
I used to not be afraid,
Of putting everything I had
Into any little thing
And never look back
The days you left behind you weigh you down
And the candle you left lit starts to gets low.
You’ve burned through all your shoes over the past two years
From carrying all that weight.
I’ll never be the man you want me to be,
But I am the man my father taught me to be.
I take aim with my courtesies and hide all my worries,
Deep down in my veins with my endless insecurities
Every piece of me’s been built up from the ground with supports in all directions.
But I’ve taken them all away,
Ever since that day you left that day.
But I don’t think I needed them as much as I think you needed mine.
So I’ll take my life and build it up from the inside.
But if you knew the burdens I carry,
You’d know why I’m timid, broken and careful.
Oct 2, 2012
Oct 2, 2012 at 12:45 AM UTC
I’ve given up a lot of things for love.
A few I have rid on purpose.
But there are things that I never realized I gave up until I no longer wanted them.
In a life where the only things you have are the things you’ve found and taken,
When do you decide they aren’t worth your time anymore.
I want to hold on to the beautiful memories I have given myself over the years.
But the world changes, we all know that. Sun sets and the past grows longer.
Now I am fully immersed in a world I’ve wanted since a wee one.
The nights under the lights; the days under the scope.
I spill my passion on paper and hope others read into it to see the dirt that clogs my veins.
However, now that is expected of me. To show up and bare my chest, show my skeletons to the world while others reap the benefits of riding on this heart.
I never thought I’d be here, but now my life is going in a direction where I may never have the chance to pour my heart out in this lens again.
It’s silly how unimportant the world seems when you are watching your heart change priorities.
Oct 2, 2012
Oct 2, 2012 at 12:34 AM UTC