Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 
Cardboard-Jones Apr 2019
I gaze upon the cosmic void,
Alone and tired from my journey across the frontier.
I pick my feet up, and drift across the surface.
And all I’m surrounded by is silence.

I reach my hands up towards the stars,
Trying to catch a passing comet by its tail.
Flagging down UFO’s to see if I can catch a ride
Along this space highway to anywhere.

I often think of coming home.
I wonder what I’d look like after all this time?
Would I be familiar, or would you greet me as a stranger?
And all I could think to say is sorry.

I see the hues of where you are.
The planet looks like a giant marble with an azure aura.
I need to say goodbye, and I wish you were coming.
But I desire to float on.
Float on….
Cardboard-Jones Mar 2019
I know what you’ll say.
“You’re making the same mistakes.”
But the feeling is different now.
My head is safe on the ground.
Emotions I would ignore,
I don’t ignore anymore.
Yeah, yeah, I can see the signs
But I promise that I’ll be fine.
You don’t have to agree,
But can you for once trust me?

I’m a brand new version
(You’re making the same mistakes)
I know, this time, that it’s love.
(Slow down for a bit and wait)
A brand new vision
(It actually looks the same)
I got a good feeling this time.
(You’re in way over your head)
(Hanging on by a thread)
(Maybe just think instead)
(Don’t rush where fools like to tread)
I know what I’m doing.
(Turn back before before you’re misled)

She’s looking right in my eyes,
I know that this feels right.
You say that there’s more to this.
Why can’t it be black and white?
She isn’t like the rest.
(I would highly contest)
I think it’s worth a try.
No way this could go awry.
(She’ll leave you high and dry)
Why can’t you just trust me this time?

I’m a brand new person.
(It sure doesn’t seem that way)
I finally figured it out.
(Just listen to what I say)
She’s my new direction,
(She’ll lead you back to regrets)
I’m giving her all I have left.
(This is not a good bet)
But this is worth the fight.
(You can’t find yourself inside of someone…)
Stop talking, it’s the only option I have left.
Everything else has been addressed.
I’ve come a long way, I’ve progressed.
(You can’t find yourself inside of someone else)

But….why not?
The internal struggle of trying to convince yourself you're over your mistakes, when you aren't.
Cardboard-Jones Mar 2019
She logs on to see if she's been trending,
Do anything to make it to the top.
Addicted to the glamour and attention,
Can’t imagine why she'd ever stop.

The reflection in the mirror is confusing
‘Cause she can barely recognize herself.
She needs the perfect lighting and a filter.
She wants to live the life of someone else.

She just changed her hair and it looks perfect.
Upload with a caption for her fans.
Gotta take a picture of her dinner
‘Cause she knows she’s gotta feed the ‘gram.

She’ll never be sober, long after it’s over.
The feeling she gets, it gets her so high.
The love that she’s chasing will never embrace her.
Even if it’s not there, she’s still gotta try.
And she’ll never face it, she’ll want to replace it.
But every night when she sleeps, she’ll ask herself why.
Cardboard-Jones Mar 2019
Yet again I zone out on these back streets
Guided by the instinct
Of my former self.
I can see the past now,
Pretentiously smiling back.

There’s things I can’t escape,
But everything else, I just ran.
My eyes were focused on the clouds.
I can remember seeing the places that I’ve never been
For the first time
And the last time.

I was swinging for the moon.
I knew I would see it soon.
Did I oversleep? Did I overdream?
It still thinks about me to this day.

The past is something I wanna eject from my brain.
Then lock it in a box and never ever see it again.
But the past still thinks of me to this day.

I was swinging for Mars
Or at the very least, the stars.
Couldn’t hesitate, no time to delay.
I’m still trying to find the best way.
But I think back to in that classroom asking myself why.
Why can’t I just walk away?

It still thinks about my everyday.
I still think about it to this day.
Cardboard-Jones Feb 2019
As you and I melt away
I can’t let go
Of everything that I cannot control.
Who am I to be?
Who am I supposed to be now?
When we collide, is it true?
We’re stuck in time
Of everything that I cannot control.
Who am I to you?
Who am I to you now?

You tell me
Fairy tales.
All of this means nothing
When you and I melt away.
I’m holding tight
To everything that I’m afraid to know.
It’s part of me.
It’s part of you now.
The years that passed never settled in.
You kiss my lips
And I don’t understand your affection
Of who I am,
Of who I am now.

I stay grounded
When you look to the sky.
You wanna fly, you wanna fly.
I guess that I
Will watch you fly away in your new light.
Leave me behind under the weight of time.
And you sing of dreams, and fairy tales.
I don’t fit in those details.
You wanna know who’s the boy underneath?
Well so do I.
So do I.
Cardboard-Jones Feb 2019
This piece speaks with subtle attitude.
Its whispers echo over the crowded gallery
Yet only I can hear.

My eyes are fixated on its delicate details,
Tracing every stroke of the brush.
My sight is paralyzed.

The colors move and swirl,
Caught in a maelstrom of creativity.
The hues melt off the canvas,
Bleed down the wall,
Pool at the bottom,
Mixing but not blending,
And all I can do is watch.

Slowly the others follow suit,
Bleeding down the walls in a patient rush,
Stretching across the floor
So desperate and calm
Until It caresses my shoe.

It climbs my leg, rising and rising,
Staining my pants and skin.
It rises and rises still,
An orchestra of color making permanent residence.
I am terrified yet my breathing is slow,
Watching the details form.

Engulfed by color I turn to see
All the masses staring at me.
Speaking to one another with subtle attitude,
Whispers echo the crowded gallery,
Their eyes fixated on the delicate details,
Tracing every line,
Paralyzed.

My fear was met with thunderous applause.
Cardboard-Jones Feb 2019
Found herself sitting in LOVE Park
Trying to find her spark.
She put Charm City in her rear view.
Her friends tell her she’s been long overdue.
New tattoo, hair do, and Dior shoes.
If you wanna be brand new you gotta look brand new.
No more reminiscing over mistakes and headaches.
The world is hers to take.
It’s ladies night and they’re hitting the town.
It’s time to act like queens and take their crown.
Smile for the future, ******* to the past.
She started looking forward to the forecast.

She just came to listen to the band.
The DJ shouted “Get on up and dance.”
Her friends grabbed her by the hand,
And told her “**** it, do it for the ‘gram.”

Filtered selfies and a ***** with some cran,
She knew her happiness was in high demand.
Go M.I.A in MIA,
Or catch a flight to LA,
Hit the coast to Monterey,
Her new life is underway.
Can’t wait around to be a wife,
She just wants to find her light.
She just wants to feel alive.
She used to survive, now she wants to thrive.
Take each moment in stride,
Warming up in her sunshine.
So she takes another pic,
Tags her friends real quick,
Put her smile on real thick,
Her old shell is fading,
Her old shell is fading….
Next page