To say it's all mine in a field of past dreams,
it often turns into minefields
I'm so mindful of abrupt explosives thoughts;
in the silent words, and all of my feels
I put a chest to where there's a heart;
still beating myself over a past life
With a the ball in my court; I threw it
around just to pass time
- life's a game, that only the brave can freely play
and I don't have the ***** to do the same today

I seen a picture of you from the sides,
and got lost in your sideview
I put my thoughts to rest, each time
we're running into that room
And I flip you over to another chapter
of your body's next page
So lets have a bit of these sides from the
ashes of past days; put it all in that ashtray....

Incidents; I could of made a meal out
of myself, with the incidentals
I'm so usually full of myself,
so credit me for being prideful with proud credentials
And tell me what you care about most,
but please forgive me for saying, "yeah whatever"
So we can go make a bet on ourselves, but I'm
always betting on this time not fairing any better
Screaming at the walls so much, that a doctor is
rushing for a cure; but one of us is losing a reason to be patient

Bad mood 1

I stubbed my toe, but was too stubborn
to acknowledge any of the pain
And after I bit my inner cheek at supper,
I went to bed extra cheeky today
My vape ran out of steam, and I started to
evaporate from the crave,- I felt a bit like vapour to date
And there's a piece of bone stuck in my tooth,
now I've got a bone to pick with anything coming my way

Bad mood 2

I spilled my last sip under my bed,
great, no my unrest comes from down under
Chucking blundstones to your ankle length,
but it all ends with me admitting to another blunder
I'm not feeling so bright today; still I have faith in
the next day's sunlight- I hope we can warm up each other


Bad mood 3

Today I barked up the wrong tree,
and somebody got really *******
The week was a bit too hard to handle,
like a ******* girl by a ***** so soft
As I was trying to enter a course, like a game of life
playing a bit of golf; ***** deep in work, that ******* me off
I turned on a friendly smile I keep in my left pocket,
for the right of someone to be allowed to be angry
at me, as a one-off

                     I guess my mood from this piece is a bit off.

Don't sell yourself short,
child the world is too tall
Trying to reach to the top;
you must invest in a stool
Grab what you need at that top shelf,
quickly, quickly before they make you fall

Don't sell yourself short,
child your soul is too tall
It's easy to sell out, but not to buy
into those worth while dreams
What sells the self is a sellout,
and I wouldn't want you to lose it all

Chuckles
          Ironically, I'm sold by that advise.

Heirlooms, heirlooms drawing me
back into memories
I stored my heart in them, tucked away
in that bedside drawer
And like the rest; I've fallen asleep on
their comforting dreams
Growing up, as they've grown up to have more
value through these hidden years- a beautiful investment

So, know that I'll never forget that first love we
once shared, trapped in my consciousness
I've come to learn, I've learned to share the lessons,
and the lessons have been taught out of love
Safely stored in the drawers of consciousness,
a well made beautiful investment, I'll always recall
for tomorrows heirlooms

Give me a title,
and I'll write something for you