We were just two strangers heading in the same direction but when I turned left you turned right.
It wasn't until I went to ask for your name that I realized you had disappeared.
I turned to see where you'd gone but all I saw were footprints heading in the opposite direction.

My memory lane is paved with memories I'd rather forget

A patchy sky leaves the moonlight with arrythmia
Leaving me to match it's rhythm
As I play "red light green light"
With the eyes and teeth that twinkle
In the shadows like stars
Painted on the void
Just beyond what I can see

I'd give a penny for your thoughts
If I thought that there was something
Anything at any time but now
Come to think of it there's one thing
The thought that you could have a thought
Is worth a penny not just nothing
So take the penny and know that
Your thoughts have value
Even though it's just a penny
It's still something

You could pay to know the truth
Or just read between the lines
People speak in coded words
And their meaning
Isn't always in black and white

Dandelion seeds
Carried by winds to new lands
A new place called home

We face facebook
More than books face us
People laugh out loud
But we hear nothing
The sound of taps and clicks
Are the equivalent of mice and crickets
The glow of the screen
Fights for dominance
We swipe our fingers
To flip pages on books
With no paper
Since when did we
Lose our sense of
Value
Giving priority to something
That in reality
Isn't worth a single cent
We are all deaf mutes
Acting a bit thrown back
When we hear our names
Instead of reading them

Our existence is just an overly elaborate Rube Goldberg machine

Replace my blood with gold so I'll be worth something

As the cracks begin to widen
I can see what's on the other side.
Time seems to tick slower
my eyes fixated on the flaws at hand.
The time spent together
seems to mean nothing anymore.
Turning into memories in a haze;
I can't see clearly.
I'm distracted by what use to be so small
these flaws have grown too big to ignore.
I feel my time to say goodbye is near
though question how good a bye can be.

People tell me that you reap what you sow
which is why I plant on barren lands
so those consequences will never grow

Hickory dickory dock
Our phones are now our clocks
Digital has won
Analog's died out
Hickory dickory dock

It's not a question I can answer
because my today
is your yesterday
And your day before that
and the reason I'm still here
to greet you with a smile
is because I haven't found
a good enough reason
to sleep so long
That my today
becomes your
"I remember when he used to smile..."

I took a picture of myself
And when I looked into my eyes
All I saw was just a letter
I couldn't capitalize on my strengths,
Pushed so far I stopped
And under scored
But a point is still a point
So I picked myself back up,
Corrected my mistakes,
And continued running
Because that's how sentences are for me.

I wouldn't mind diving
in the guilt
and in the tears
and in the memories
and in the fears
And in the hopes
And in the dreams
And in the music
And in the things
That drown out life
And help me reflect
On what has been
Or will hope to be
Because
If I could hold my breath for forever
I wouldn't have to drown

Stay strong they tell me
Hold your head up
High
And keep your back
Straight
They say
But they don't see the burden
On my shoulders
Or the things I'm thinking of
It's easier to bow my head in shame
Than break my neck
trying to look above

Up a mental creek
With a broken paddle
What good is a life vest
If you're chained
To an anchor

I stand atop a mountain
Made of dreams
And made of hope
A king amongst my people
A God to those below

Double vision isn't always bad.
It means when I see you
you're twice as pretty
Twice as smart
Twice as caring
With twice the heart.
And it makes me smile
Twice as much

You can't caress a women
And provide a tender touch
With hands carved into canyons
So you turn those canyons into clouds
And become the morning fog
Lingering over the beautiful earth.

As I walk the path of the forgotten
stripped of all but dignity.
Traversing through mud and sand and stone;
these are the trials we all must face.

Stripped of all but dignity
I shall not bow my head in shame.
These are the trials we all must face.
But, do I walk this path alone?

I shall not bow my head in shame.
The scars serve as reminders of who I have become.
But, do I walk this path alone?
There is no shadow by my side.

The scars serve as reminders of who I have become.
Traversing through mud and sand and stone.
There is no shadow by my side.
As I walk the path of the forgotten.

He's a house panther with fur dark as night
A non Newtonian cat with eyes of starlight
He won't bring you bad luck, he's a softy at heart
But if you do play, he'll tear you apart
He's stubborn as hell but I'd like you to know
His name is onyx and he's my bestest bro

I am a crude crayon drawing. Hastily put together with no consideration for any rules or guidelines. A grand idea given to a child to be processed through a mind of inexperience and constructed with hands that lack precision and coordination. There is no depth, there is no meaning, there is only me.

I am a pencil sketch. Taking the form of something that could be great, it could be priceless. It could be one of the greatest achievements. And with the same breath it could be said that it could be an abomination. Something taken and forgotten to forever sit in the pit with the rest of those that had no intentions of being finished. There is a hopeful fear with every swift line.

I am a water colour painting. A fluid expression of thought. An amalgamation of ideas coming to fruition with a sense of freedom unparalleled as of yet. Colours free to bleed and mingle to become something new, something beautiful.




I am scratchboard. A black canvas waiting to be carved.

When an angel gets their wings
A flightless bird is born.
It's when I think of these things
That my belief in god is torn.

If happiness is key
Then what of the door?
A room with no exit
Just walls and a floor

It unlocks many things
Let life give you wings

If life is a blessing
Then why do I hurt?
A life not worth living
It’s but an insult

Cherish all that you feel
With time all will heal

You question your own life
Ignore the given
Play the fool and the child
Even the deaf listen

If time is a constant
Then why’d nights stand still?
Air hangs without motion
Breathe breaths that don’t fill

You’ll find peace in the dark
Listen to your heart

If hearts do have rhythm
Then why’s there no beat?
With eyes frozen open
I am dead asleep

*You questioned your own life
Ignored the given
Played the fool and the child
Even the deaf listen

I connect the sound of rain drops hitting my window the way kids do in colouring books. The pitch of the drop determins the colour of the line that connects each raindrop and the loudness of the drop determines how bright or dim that colour is. Images in my mind are ones I will never be able to replicate. It's mornings like these that made me wish they would last forever

The year began with promises
Spilled over from the year that past.
Celebrating a passing checkpoint;
Ignorant of the bridge's collapse.
Too late to change and too late to stop
I dove in and I dove fast.
It was stupid to think that
Something like that would really last.

Left beaten and defeated
I tried to continue.
I tried to push but couldn't do.
I dragged on with a spirit diminished.
Thinking back that, had I looked,
Had I looked I could've finished.
And things would be different
I'd be the better instead of the finished.

The rest of the year was no better.
I hung my head low, not exactly in shame
To try and find peace with what had remained.
And retreated to my own mind
To collect what'd been left behind.
While maintaining a facade
Of the one who's unshaken;
Always joking about ****, ****, and baby makin'.

We all have our lows,
And we all have our highs,
And memories we cherish,
And those we despise.
But despite what has happened,
In the year of 2014,
I grew from my struggles.
Even if I struggled to know what that means.

I met Grant when I was 13 years old
He’s never sure of himself or of the things he does
I avoid him when I can, but I don’t have it in me to say goodbye

James is a liar, but you wouldn’t expect it of him
It’s hard to say when we met
when I ask it’s always a different date

Grace is one of my best friends. She’s impulsive
Always doing things on a whim without thinking of the consequences
I met her after breaking up with a girlfriend four years ago

Steven is lazy and just doesn’t seem to care
People say he has a lot of potential if he put effort into what he does
I don’t think he believes it though
I’ve known Steven all my life

Rachel comes and goes
She’s very detached from the world and doesn’t like being around people
She always has a meticulously painted smile on her face to avoid questions
I got to know her three years ago, but I think I met her before then

Malcolm is James’ brother I’m pretty sure
He’s cocky, abrasive and passive aggressive, but I think it’s just an act
I met Malcolm shortly after graduating high school

 
Stephanie doesn’t know how to keep in touch
She is always forgetting to keep contact with the people she cares
She doesn’t mean to, it just happens. She’s good friends with Rachel
I’ve known her since I was young, seems like forever

These are my friends and I’m sure you’ve met them before
If not personally maybe through other friends or by different names
Each one is a link in a chain that grounds me

If I had a dollar
for every time you made me smile
I'd only have a dollar
because that one smile
is still going strong

I've blind emotions
Feeling for the guiding sounds
Music is my cane

It has been many moons since these translucent eyes set forth the bellowing cries of a whispered hymn. The cries of those long since forgotten, briefly heard, myopic, blind to the background sound of our nestled unruly world. The white noise that paints the landscape continually resetting itself in a desperate attempt to regain its foothold in our lives. It is this fight for free reign that forever brings me here. Brings me to each infinitesimal moment in life where we as the white noise fight for dominance over our subconscious realm.

Leery of what we experience with our senses and what we experience with the extensions of. Touching everything with our nothing making sure that the existence that we live is not just a state of mind but an actuality. We are self-altruistic, in this i am sure, for we care about the well being of ourselves. No state of mind left behind this is our status quo. Let it be that no mirror binds you to your own failures nor to those that look onto from a distance. Let you be your own shadow let your own shadow not be a former representation of what is but what's to come. Let your shadow be effectively that of which you strive. Let the shovels of ill will be fated to bury themselves hand in hand with those that foster it. Stand firm in your position overcome only by the mountains of your own design.

These peaks scream out echoes of your hate and shame not for you, nay. Not for I, nay. but for those that challenge what you stand for because the earth beneath our feet stands for everyone. stands stained with bloodied tears that rained down from our glorified manufactured heaven. This epoch marks the second coming of our custom, individualized, patent-pending, rights reserved, copyrighted Christ; our self-proclaimed god. self-proclaimed because we are the gods we seek, we ignore, and we pray for. the effervescent pool of life reads no running so we segue our way on this Segway to take advantage of the loopholes we ourselves placed as if only to cheat our fabricated reality because rebellion is refreshing and different but only when no one else is looking.