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Bruce Evers Jun 2015
Dreams and hopes and big ambitions
Love for learning and brighter visions
Adolescence, and fruition
And classrooms where words once spoke.

Of walls that smell like laughter
Of dreams caught, sought after
Of webs of friends and short-lived lovers,
And paper where thoughts were written

Like floors of white, and walls the same
With lockers red, where we once came
In mornings, lunch and afternoon
Conversations end too soon.

With handshakes, of high fives,
Cars that we would drive,
Tests we took, and times we shared
And teachers who were always there

In preparation, in development
In transformation, of evidence
Of formation, of foundation,
And grey steps that lead inside
Bruce Evers Jun 2015
This was a poem about suicide
Now it is dead
Bruce Evers Jun 2015
There used to be a girl I knew and we'd dance under lights
Didn't think about the future, forgot the present life

There used to be a town I knew but the homes are boarded up
Make room for the city, make room for the trucks.

There used to be a train I took, it went to the valley and back
Now the valley's but gone now - trees grow in the tracks

I used to be the president, now I'm just another resident
You be the king and I'll be the joker so you can't fool me.

Time and space, they have no place
In my mind, we'll all move on.
This poem is also a song I wrote.
Bruce Evers Jun 2015
This road we walk leaves us begging for answers
Leaves us begging for meaningless words and second chances
When we talk.

The shadows are dark in this crowded city scene
In this corporate hungover world,
You guide me through the seams.

A rose by any other name should sound as sweet,
To give all of it's love away and ask of nothing from me.
This poem is lyrics to a song I wrote, it's on my soundcloud.
Bruce Evers Jun 2015
Sometimes, I am passionless.

Breathlessly, I gasp for words.
They don't come.
Bruce Evers Jun 2015
In this never-ending search for compassion,
I learn to abandon myself and my fashions,
I long to stop the cycular motion,
And feel the love finally shining,
Like a lighthouse on the long dark ocean.
Bruce Evers Jun 2015
You and me are strangers,
Both born on a street,
Both wearing these suits and these shoes,
Smoking cigarettes cause we've nothing to lose
Both trapped in this four walled world
Both been lost and both been twirled,
Both with hearts, and both with brains
Walked free, and been tamed.

You and me are strangers,
Both shielding imperfections
And nursing our infections,
Both blank our minds when we sleep
Both resist the urge to weep
Both together, almost the same
So let us part and walk away
For we must go our separate ways
Back to the places we are from
After all, we are strangers

— The End —