These things happen I suppose.
They always happen.
I used to care about something, you know.
I did.
I used to feel something when I stared at the sky.
Now the hardwood feels cold under my feet,
and my lungs have lost their warmth.
The clouds eat me whole as I walk home.
They smile.
Sometimes I do too.
But I've wandered too far this time,
these steps don't look familiar.
Someone still sleeps inside this house,
but it's not me.
Someone still lives inside these bones,
but it's not me.

A moment only happens once.
You don't know the value of that moment till it's gone.
Maybe a day later, maybe a year, maybe one second later.
But the moment is gone, never to be repeated.

The value of a moment is worth more than the value of a dollar.
A conversation more valuable than a pay check.
Life is not measured by a number with a dollar sign in front of it.

Life is measured in moments.
Love the moment.

I haven't left
Just pounded the inspiration
Out of my hand
With 20 Lbs. of hammer
A hand is a hell of a thing
To have
And it's starting to look
As if it's not healed
So woe for me
As it seems
My muse must live in that hand
And once again
She has fallen down the stairs

I do a handstand
so that my feet dangle in space
It feels as if I am holding on
like grasping the memory of you
The stars pull me outward
but I hold on

I do a handstand
head over heels for you
Love can not be explained
like the gravity of this world

It pulls me back to you
I let it

Only in my dreams could I dream of a reality
A reality where this actually could be a you and me
But all the others they stare and laugh at me you see
I fall head over mole hills too easily
They say you're not worth it, but you are to me
Everyone deserves to be with someone, or is it only dreams
A dream to be dreaming in an alternate reality

I have someone I love,
but they are far away

So I'm going to try and live like Horace, as well as many others said
And "seize the day"

He's a poet and I'm a poet
Living and breathing as one
When we're together and when we're apart
Missing each other like the moon and the sun

But our words keep us going
Without seeing each other's faces
I long to be with him more than anyone else
To travel all different places

My love, he's genuine, and kind, and sweet
Brings me flowers on days I oversleep
Promises my heart a place to keep
And meets me at the end of the road in bare feet
With nothing but a smile,
And a warm
White sheet

The hustle and bustle is not for me
I want to live a quiet life, enjoy my own company

Forget the noises of the city
I'll sit here, make a drink, tell myself I look pretty

I don't want to take a bus, a taxi, or a train
I want to walk along on foot, even if it's in the rain

I don't want neighbors that I can see
Just a private backyard, fulfilling my own destiny

I want to hear the sounds of the great outdoors
The birds chirping, leaves falling, and begging for more

I don't like sirens or obnoxious parties
Rather play my guitar and write sad stories

I want to breathe deep, that fresh mountain air
And have no ones worries but my own to care

Some may call it selfish, this life I lead
But in this heart will live no greed

Only opportunity for learning and self growth
Live on, my child, let your feet feel the earth

The time is right
All is now
Simplicity and love
Will show you how