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Michael Rucker Sep 2016
100 Greatest Punk Songs of All Time,
the highlight of my night,
the soundtrack to my day.
Two people next to me,
going back and forth with one another,
making claims "I'm done" yet,
they still stick around.
"Savior"
we all need one.
Michael Rucker Sep 2016
this was the day I left.
Don't keep asking why, I told you why.
I'm sick of miscommunication,
insults,
pushing my absolute hardest just to please you,
and that isn't enough.
See, it drives me up the wall.
Makes me want to scream.
That's why,
not because I hate you,
or don't love you.
No.
I just can't handle the way things were,
and I will not,
ever,
stick around for that.
I can't.
Michael Rucker Sep 2016
Music, all it ever did for me was help me feel.
Michael Rucker Sep 2016
Her mind was that of a lost child.
She never really knew where exactly she were to be placed.
But, that was when I knew her.
That was when I had no idea what I wanted either.
I loved her though.
She always seemed to give off this sort of,
graceful radiance.
She was absolutely magnificent.
But that was when I knew her.
That was before she knew her place,
and before I knew my own.
That was before she found the many things I still search for.
Friends,
beliefs,
love.
Where she may be today,
and where she may be ever,
I wish the most beautiful fruit from her life.
The very life, she worked years for.
The one she spent countless hours fighting for.
I just wish for her to be happy.
Just as I am, in this lost world.
Michael Rucker Sep 2016
I see your car everywhere,
and I don't mean every once in a while.
Literally every time I drive,
I look around and there you are.
Not you.
But, what should have been you.
I always ask myself why you left,
analyzing each and every encounter to see where I went wrong.
But I wasn't in the wrong.
I did my very best to make things work,
to make you happy,
to just let the stars align in the right way.
But the opposing force was you,
you weren't dedicated ever,
you let go the day we set sail,
and you gave up a chance at being happy.
Not me.

I'm past it now, but there is still that part that wonders what was going on in your mind during the whole escapade.
Michael Rucker Aug 2016
I had been stripped of my clothing.
Every part of me, bare.
Left feeling vulnerable,
like cattle,
stuck on some wide range.
The cold nipped at every part of my body,
turning the veins blue,
separating me from my extremities.

I could feel the frost bite.

I understood the barren wasteland.

I finally got past it.
Michael Rucker Aug 2016
There seems to be such lack for others well being in this world,
I watch as my friends,
go about,
and put themselves before the people who need to be first.
It really sickens me.
Even though I've been guilty of it.
Putting my pleasures first,
guilt free.
Why do I do that?
Why does anyone do that?
Is it ego?
I don't know, but what I do know,
is that we all deserve a place of comfort,
where people help each other out.
Because the way we are taught to live now,
to come first and put everyone else last,
is sickening wrong...
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