I wish I could see you all,
And learn everything you've done
Since I burned every bridge available to me.

I was young, foolish, too blind to see
How much I could ever miss everyone.
My path of progress was a long fall.

Perhaps I'll reach out again, one final time;
Though the river is wide and I cannot swim,
To reopen doors, it's worth the risk.

The cold shoulder I turned was far too brisk,
I was a fool to cast out life on a whim;
Alone, reaching new light is a long, steep climb.

But now, as I write my way through feelings,
I begin to second-guess my hopes for contact.
Why would any of them want to hear from me?

Perhaps I should set my anxieties free,
Accept these desires as far too abstract
To ever hope to work in real-world dealings.

A compromise, then, I can do that much.
Reveal my face for those who'd seek to look.
And stand by waiting for new bridges built.

If not, then I'll just carry my guilt,
And return my pain to that ancient sketchbook
That I filled with regrets and sins and such,

And then I'll keep moving, down a path yet unknown,
Leave my pages of pain behind for those who care;
I no longer do, I prefer my positive side.

Every mile or so, I'll lament bonds that died,
But I won't retreat to my old, barren stare;
My bitter past is but a crown of thorns,
And the future ahead is my throne.

A thousand thousand voices clambering for attention,
That drown out every thought within my silence,
Forcing me into a corner of pain and apprehension,
Lest I lose control and act in violence.

I want no part in causing you pain,
But my o'ertightened grip is slacking,
As I push rationality through migraine
Yet find myself completely lacking.

The constant noise.
It hurts.
Never-ending noise.
Always hurts.

Around and around I relive this life
Sometimes as your best friend,
More often as your wife,
And we cycle round without end.

Around and around I climb that hill,
Where I first found you lost, afraid, and alone,
Cradling the empty heart I intend to fill
With joy and acceptance as you have my own.

Around and around you move on again,
To live beyond the world I can see through my screen,
But I won't let your absence cause me pain;
I'll see you again through this computing machine.

A cool number
Lots of opportunity
But I'm trying to write positively right now
And it's 1am
and I have nothing.

64 Zoo Lane is playing on repeat in my head.

Overdesign can **** a dream;
It's tearing my plot straight down the seam.
But it's okay to take a step back.
Maybe it is just focus I lack,
But I have more ideas.

And it's okay to work on something different.

You stand there, in front of us all,
Proud to be exactly who you are.
You never seem afraid of the fall
From such heights above me so far;
A horizon stretches out afore us both,
But there's only one hand reaching for it.
You've one in the hand of a romantic oath,
And I've tied mine away, deemed unfit
To ever hold another so close.
You open to a full sprint, chasing the sky,
Leaving me with the path I chose;
I never had that strength to fly so high.

Upon friendship's fields
A moment of ridicule
Makes my life worthwhile