Pitch Hiker

Pitch Hiker Jul 2017

Scrolling has never been
Something I do
Blanking out is also new
I've always been aware
Always making good use of my time
Now I've lost myself
Losing my sense of wonder
Has left my hands holding on
To nothing but sand
Every grain pouring through my fingures
My goals are just figures
In the distance that's accelerates
Away from me and my main stream
Dream
My determination
Passion will and I were once
A dream team
Covered the most ground in the least
Amount of time
We left our opponents in the dust
But at the end of every game
No matter what went down
Shook hands with them
Our pride left on the field
Our palms connect as a thank you
For the challenge
That was a great thing to be
But my members left me
One by one till it was just me
And passion

Pitch Hiker Jul 2017

Where Did You Have To Be

I remember you
I remember when we would sneak
Out my window in the middle of the night
Just to walk
So we could talk
Laying in the hay field free of worry
Under the stars telling of our sad story
But now your gone
I still remember you on my bedroom floor
But you never said goodbye
So why do I still think of you
The kind of person I would see in the hall
And hug before answering a call
I guess you've moved on
Changed for the "better" if you will
I wish you just told me
You had other places to be

Pitch Hiker Jul 2017

On Top Of It

Though we have never stood
On the highest point on earth
I feel like we've climbed to the top
And back down again
More times than I can count
We find these places
That we want to keep to ourselves
But have the need to share the experience
I never needed company till now
Emptiness burrows through my
Flesh and bones
In and out of my veins
Till I bleed out in hundreds of
Different places
Loniness catches my gazes
And fills my eyes with sights
That burn through to my mind
Leaving an imprint that takes up my Memory card
But I still remember
Smiling faces in slow motion laughing
Never remembering why
We are laughing in the first place
But it's ok as long as I remember your
Face it's ok
You will be missed

Pitch Hiker Oct 2017

His Power Over Me

I think it's because I love him
That I hate him so much
He makes me hate myself
Like I've never hated before
I continue to believe he's going to get better
But he won't
I don't know what's going on in his head
I wonder if he does love me
I hate to think that I do him
He knows how to get to me
So he uses it
That kills me
He the puppet master
I his puppet
Strings cut and retied
Arms ripped off then sewed back on wrong
My eyes popped from my head
My heart torn from my chest hanging hopelessly
He does love something
His power in our family
His power over me

Pitch Hiker Jul 2017

Good Days

Days like this are good days
No reason to be bad days
Just slow days
But in good ways
I have different feelings on good days
Not in bad ways
But just good enough for good ways
Not always
But most days
I like having a lot to do most days
I hate having nothing somedays
I miss being busy all days
I like having somewhere to be always
Since loneliness finds its ways
And likes to find weak days

Pitch Hiker Jul 2017

Your Shores

I keep looking at the words
On my walls
But I can't read them
Not in the sentences they are formed
I can't come to terms with my history
I keep thinking about
What they all meant at one time
My journal from the ceiling
To the floor from the window to door
Wall to wall
Why did I write this all
Names of people I hope to never forget
Lyrics from songs I felt could tell you
Who I am
Poems and things
Well they can't tell you who you are
That can't be described
Because who you are changes
Like a shore line after every high tide
Some people will like your shore
No matter what your low tide
Reveals
Some times it takes more time to
Find person who
Excepts the outcome of your storms
Because they will be able to collect the
Pretty things
Like your shells, sea glass, and rocks
And will hold on to them and show you
All the beautifull things you uncover
Just wait you will know when they come
When the do
They'll see your earth as an adventure
The X on the map that lead them to
You and alternate map they get to explore

Pitch Hiker Jul 2017

Defender Boy

I noticed you first
When I stepped on the court
You broke your toe but
Thought you could try
That was the first time I met you
You with the kind eyes
Never looked long or close enough
To feel the color
I forgot to learn your name
I hoped you'd be at the practice in two days
I didn't play to see boys
I played to get better, stronger, smarter
I didn't see you for awhile
Stopped thinking about your gripping
Smile
Till outdoor practice started and you came
More often
You were a defender
Who stood up and played keeper
Defender boy
You would be a keeper
If I had the nerve and you the interest
You called me by my name
Respect made the game
On the field it was ok when I heard you yell
Half time in Mass
You told me fire
An inspiration I didn't play out
But confidence is what you gave me
That was everything
You got used to me
So did some of the other boys
You talking to me
Made practice so much easier
Thank you
Hope to see you next year
Defender boy