things go missing,
lost somewhere between
then and now.
and the rest is history,
and all that you can do is try
to outrun the rising tide.
oh, to be carried away,
to be buried in your own garden.
if you cling to the things
you can't change,
that's the first mistake.
but the rest is already swallowed,
swept by the rising tide.
things go missing,
lost somewhere between
you and i,
reshaping history,
rewriting time
all the time.

Soon you will realize that the inner critic grew a large tall trunk with thorny branches. Entangled your inners and is now playing monsters in your head. Casting its shadows of doubt, despair and hoplessness.

Thus be wary of the inner critic, and tread carefully in its waters. For what may seem innocuous can turn detrimental.  Shattering dreams and ambitions, leaving you in a never ending quagmire.

I blame the chemicals
Rome wents up in flames
Sometimes I wish I weren’t the one to say
That is just my mind
That’s not who I am
To quiet when it dies
To loud when people scream
I see them reach for me

I beg you on my knees to stay
That’s all I seem to do these days
As if your shadow would be mine
You say
“That’s the curse of a loud mind”

I wish it weren’t mortal truth
In my head I’d give it up for you
I’d loose the crown, the chaos and the pain
And I’d dance, I’d dance right in those flames

You’d blow them out
Just one by one
And in your hand a loaded gun
“Peace always needed people dead”
And you’d lift it to the emperors head

My dead are my friends of the past
One is Micheal who had red hair,
Other is Alan a freak beyond compare
My dead are my friends of the past.

One is Micheal who had red hair
Both decided to compare notes,
Micheal had striking anecdotes
One is Micheal who had red hair.

Both decided to compare notes
They were in Cafe 93,
The Honored dead  place of safety
Both decided to compare notes.

They were in Cafe 93
My dead are my friends of the past,
Thier  form gone but thier memory’s last
They were in Cafe 93.

My dead are my friends of the past
One is Micheal who had red hair,
Other is Alan a freak beyond compare
My dead are my friends of the past.

How many times now
Have I lost count
On the many that make me wonder

Who do they think
Died and made them king
Thinking that they walk on water

As narcissists go
There's an overflow
Self-centered in this generation

A desperate need
To be top of the heap
Power, prestige in the making

Searching for clicks
In hopes they like it
And that no one steals their thunder

While hiding the truth
Through the filters they use
Thinking that they walk on water

It's hard to save
Giving your soul away
With no direction to your moral compass

Such is the loss
At too high a cost
Narcissists walking amongst us

Thinking that they walk on water...

I dont want your love

Dislike your attention

Do everything I can

To push away your affection

Boy get the hint because

I'm not going back in time

To when you treated me like ****

Hello Elena how are you doing
I must say that those idiots got to you
As you are not FBI as I hoped to be
But instead an artist and writer
Bold choice!  This right now is the pits for
Me.   School they don’t accept me and they
Make me look crazy! Instead of someone
Who wants to make a difference.   Can you try
To be a polygraph examiner, but I you want to
Be creative I understand as that the bullying is intense.
You say it will get better, I hope it will
I am writing this as I am crying my self to sleep
I believe it will get worse before it gets if any better
So many psychopaths that I have to deal with
It is sai to be honest.   Will I ever have friends
Or will I disappear!    I hope I don’t, please learn
From me!

Me as a fourteen y/o

At least you had a glimpse of bliss.

You made her laugh.
You made her blush.
And really, that should be enough.

You know her heart and always will.
A fire raged, but now just chill.
At least you had a grab at bliss.
No regrets! It's things like this
That make life Life, and so you live,
For to receive, you've got to give.

An open heart gets hurt as hell,
But closing keeps out joy as well.
At least you had a taste, young man.
You'll know it when it comes again.