What is this feeling?
Crafted from boredom,
Locked behind alcohol,
Woven into lyrics,
and mixed with sorrow,
regret
and
joy.

Outdated points of view
resting,
heavy,
on my mind.

But,
What am I without you?
I miss you all.
I miss the times.
Live well,
Grow strong,
Be loved
My friends from beyond time's grip.

"growing up means
Watching my heros
become human
in front of me."

I never thought
those words
would gain
So much power.

My father
My teachers
Everyone.

No more rose lens
No more misty eyes

Simply human.
Struggling,
Lost,
Confused

Just like me.

She's lightning at the beach.
I'm the sand underneath.
She reaches down to touch
And
Shapes a peice of me
Into
A work of art
And
Even I can see it's radiance.

Looking back over my poetry
I find
I'm an amazing writer.
I find
That it's only when I'm sad.
I find
That utterly disappointing.

Or
Rather
Nothing is meant to.
I'll work with you
To make forever
A
Truth.