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Carl Barton Dec 2012
I could escape
I might run away
Just disappear in plain sight
Like a shadow during the mid of night

No one will catch me
Won't ever find me either
I'll be invisible to the world
I will vanish right into thin air

Free to come and go as I please
Yet unable to see my destination
Moving into the future unaware
I'm blinded by my motivation

I cannot see the future
I cannot read the world's mind
If there is a predetermind path for me
I will only find it in due time
Carl Barton Dec 2012
Gonna find that one special girl
That one perfect chick
Someone to call my baby
My one and only lady

We'll make each day our own
Never looking back
Living in our private world
Escaping everyday realities

We could survive the apocalypse
Just by being together
Someday him and her will be us
Someday you and I will be we

Together Us
Together We
Forever yours
Forever mine

I'll keep searching until I find her
I won't ever give up
Maybe not today
Maybe not tomorrow

But someday it'll be easy
Life will be good
I'll find a way to make it there
Someday
Carl Barton Dec 2012
Tss-dat-ts-tss-dat-ts-tss-dat-ts-tss-dat…
The beat repeated over and over as the band plays on.
As it approaches I feel the butterflies flutter.
My arms start shaking nervously.
My hands begin to sweat and grow clammy.
The drumsticks become harder to hold with each stroke.
The band crescendos….
LOuder!.
LOUDer!..
LOUDER!!!... Then,
silence.
Only the drums are playing.
Tss-dat-ts-tss-dat-ts-tss-dat-ts-tss-dat.
Everyone is waiting, all of their eyes are staring.
The band now holds the beat, as the drums take the floor,
Center stage.
Shivering in a cold sweat, fearing failure, I change the beat.
Bass drum and hi-hat start off…
Boom-tss-boom-tss-boom-tss-boom-tss
A snare rolls…
Dadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadada… it crescendos… GAT!
*** dum da de dum bop a duba de dop pop…
I play several measures.
All of them unique, but connected.
Finally the band joins back in, and the pressure is off.
Back to the same old groove, the comfortable beat.
Tss-dat-ts-tss-dat-ts-tss-dat-ts-tss-dat.
The audience roars with applause.
I look to my father, and the smile on his face is all that I need.
Carl Barton Dec 2012
Time ticks by.
Music drones on.
My mind tumbles and turns,
While the rest of the house sleeps.

I hear a clink,
A ting,
And a bang.
The furnace comes to life,
And the gears keep turning.
Sleep seems so distant,
Yet I'm nearly unconscious.

I doodle.
I write.
I lay motionless.
Just waiting.

The sounds all cease.
The furnace slowly dies.
My mind finally seems at peace,
As the music  lulls me to close my eyes.
Carl Barton Dec 2012
From the darkness of Midnight
Shines the light of a new beginning.
The past fades away
And the future remains unclear.

Each moment of the present
Brings more to be decided.
We begin to pick and choose.
What is right, and what is wrong?
What is good, and what is bad?

Only our memories guide us.
The past's dark is un-lightable,
But the future is a torch, waiting to be lit.
Each year passes, and our lives go on.
We only have one choice to make.

Do we live life?
And stand by each judgement?
Or watch it pass by like a spectator in the stands?
Carl Barton Dec 2012
My mind is blank.
The slate wiped clean.
I know not what to do,
Nor what I should think.
As I look at the world around me,
Finally the answer comes through.
I see what I’ve always wanted.
I want you,
With no strings attached.
I want just you and me together,
Happy,
Never ending.
Forever our feelings will last,
Until the afterlife and throughout.
I want you for an eternity,
And an eternity more. I want you forever.
I want you when you’re mad;
I want you when you’re gone.
I have only one question.
Will you still want me at the end of the day?
Or must I be banished from your life
To be forgotten in the sands of a lost desert
To suffer in a prison
Of my own emotions until all time ceases.
Carl Barton Dec 2012
Have you ever thought what if?
What if gold was bronze,
and lies were the truth.

Have you ever contemplated the past?
What if they lived,
and maybe I died instead?

Have you ever felt curious?
Asking, what if nothing is real,
and I’m just as fake as the rest?

Have you ever pondered a question?
What if this is the afterlife,
and time really goes backwards?

Have you ever sought out answers?
What if everything is predestined,
and my choices are already made for me?

Have you ever discovered the phrase...
What if?

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