There’s no great reward,
striving countlessly each day,
so buckle up kids.

Constantly rushing,
always procrastinating,
I once was young too.

I fear my friend
The very things we dream of
Just very well may be an ironic nightmare

I have this recurring dream,
there’s someone familiar,
she’s wearing a silk red dress,
and we sit at a little round table,
neither of us share a word,
we just smile in each other’s company.

As I looked upon the bare trees
I could feel it all at once
Clear as day
Branches full and green
Driving with the windows down
Singing with your summer girl

Hold onto good friends,
welcome them like they’re family,
their love’s a blessing.

My disappointment,
will hollow my ready heart,
leaving me silent.

Maybe I’m too proud,
but I just can’t go for that,
I loath your pity.

I struggle daily,
juggling sobriety nightly,
trapped inside my mind.

A little a day
Paves the way
A little a day
Won’t leave me astray
A little today
Leaves everything okay

Ain’t no fear in me,
I’ve walked with every phantom,
never have I frayed.

You look for outlets,
hoping for something anew,
yet your feet stay dry.

I try to forget
the thoughts of how we once were,
but I’ve grown too fond.

Hello my fellow,
Today’s news has made me woe,
With nowhere to go.

Days have grown tiresome,
life’s become cumbersome,
oh how we’ve succumb

Get it together,
you’re more frantic than ever,
never say never!

Oh disparity,
my heart has left me astray,
in all my dismay.

Locking up a U-Haul
He glances around the cul-de-sac
Admiring manicured lawns,
Reminiscent to bicycles on the curbside,
taking one last look at an old neighborhood.

About to hoist himself into the drivers seat
Out rings a voice and a frisbee scraping across the pavement
Three boys stand a few houses down
“Toss it back”
He holds the disc, brushing his fingers along the smooth plastic even to the ridges.

“Cmon man toss it back”
With a quick flick of the wrist the frisbee soars high & fast
He’s overwhelmed with joy
Whilst the kids scramble to catch it
“Ya know I got time to spare, wanna play jackpot“
Faces light up
And time passes

But alas he must go
He approaches the stop sign
taking one last look in the mirror
An old youth and a setting sun
How picturesque

Sometimes discouragement
Is all the more encouragement
To get out of the basement

I’ve tried for years
Every synonym
Similes, metaphors
It’s just a feeling
Indescribable to me

My beautiful love,
I’d never betray your trust,
your love is a must.

Always so critical on myself
More prevalent in my writing
Hoping my message is clever, impactful
Stressing over who approves
Convincing myself I’m no good

In the wake of a horrible movie,
I’m convinced I could write it better

Reading the lyrics of new pop songs
I’m convinced I could write a top 100

I’m convinced I’m only as good as I give myself credit for

I’m too kind
A little timid
As I just let things slide
Maybe to quick to forgive
That would attribute for the scars along my back

Unfortunately I don’t mind
For I’m too kind
To say what’s on my mind

I’m too oblivious and stupid
Surprising myself  everyday
With how hurtful the words that spew out of my mouth can be

I once rode my bike in marvel
Until I skidded through gravel
Pebbles riddled my leg
I bravely rode back home
Running inside to cry to mommy

Yea, just play it off...
Cute; Polo: popped collar, ugh!
You’re so disgusting!!