To have the world in your hand, and then to drop it.

A million bucks on your person. Falling out of your pocket.

The pilot of a plane. Jumping out of the cockpit.

Watching you leave. And knowing I can't stop it.

Remembering the days, and nothing will top it.

The door closes in my face. And then you locked it.

Now I can't breathe, please baby stop it.

Chased too hard, the trail, I lost it.

Being thrown from the stage and into the mosh pit.

I miss you so much. My heart,you just stopped it.

I saw a shooting star last night on my way home.

It fell like a tear from its heavenly dome.

It reminded me that I am mad at my God.

I believed, I prayed, but it was all fraud.

I brought her to church

I held her when she cried

We made such sweet love

And she still left like the tide.

It all felt so right

surely she's the one,

she turned the switch off.

And my faith is now done.


It was the straw that broke the dying camel's back

I was too off course, I won't make it back

If you're not the one then no one else will

Your shoes, like your presence, were to big to fill.

The times I stop and think.. They always push me five steps back.
They make me think what if?
And then my heart attacks.
I struggled just to place- one foot ahead of the other.
And now im back where I first fell, drowning and being smothered,
by the relapse of your scent, I was tortured all last night.

But they say that’s it’s ok.
It was never meant to be.

But they said that about the moon.
And we have surely walked it’s beat.

So maybe if I try.
To sleep alone tonight.

I will figure out just why. We were never meant to fly.

But you mean so much to me. And I think that it is love. Because you're all that's in my head, you’re all I’m dreaming of.
And I cannot wish away, the feeling of your hand.
It's forever here to stay, on another man

And I hope you get the best.

You deserve nothing less.  

But in my heart you will always be "The one that got away." The one who's never coming back,

and surely now I am

five steps back.

When I joined, they said: "The hardest part of this job will be taking another's life."

How about watching her walk away, the one who was supposed to be my wife?

In basic training they said: "The hardest part of this job will be all the danger."

How about watching a lover, turn into a stranger?

On patrol they said: "The hardest part of the job will be staying awake through the night."

It wasn't hard at all, when she told me it wasn't right.

"The hardest part of the job will be pushing through."

No sir, it's knowing that there's nothing you can do.

When it's not you.

"The worst part of all this is knowing that their dead."

I'd take that, over the thought of her in another's bed.

"The hardest part will be maintaining traction!"

Loving at full capacity, but only receiving a fraction?

Trying to fix something you didn't break?

Failing and and becoming someone else's

*mistake

I am August. In each and every way. The Leo of a lifetime, as if sculpted by clay. April is misunderstood, perceived with negative emotion. But tell me, have you felt the sun? By sailing on the ocean? April is the beginning, starting new every year. Don't be sad, it's not your fault, you've been stuck out on the pier. So tell me true, do not start lying. Would you sail the open seas, with a tried and true lion?

She said, "It's Hailey, with an "i"

Like hail

Like the weather.

I asked, "Why?"

"Because you're unpredictable? "

She says, "No,  because when you have the grandest of plans, I'll ruin your day. "

I laughed.  And then when I had fallen in love, she left.

And I realized.

She wasn't just being cute. She wasn't just playing "hard-to-get."

She was warning me, pleading with me.

So now I say, "hello, my name is Sonny."

And they ask, "What? Like the singer?"

And I say, "No."

"Like the sun

Like the weather."

And they ask,  "Because you're bright?"

And I say, "No."

"Like the summer, like a drought.

Like a long time without water.

Without hail.

Don't ******* tell me that you don't remember!
The kisses, the feelings, your body in tremors.
Don't blame it on the whiskey for loving me tonight
I've waited too long, I fought the good fight
I've loved you for days, for weeks, for months,
To get to this point, it's my triumph
I'll never forget the taste of your lips, the weight of your body, the sounds you let slip..
I've taken you to mountains, ranges, and more
I tried so hard that my soul is now sore
The morning after, it's now all the same,
The look in your eyes, not wild, but tame,
The way you speak, so careful and planned
Not at all like the hours just spent before hand
It kills me that liquor is the key to our love
That sober you is so distant and cold

Whatever happened to poems rhyming?
You cannot tell me that trend is now dying?

Whatever happened to the artist's demise?
Of finding a word to match the last line?

Now all I see are thesaurus-y words,
Like really? Whoever has heard of "demurred?"

I get it, it's new, it's hip, it's "in"
But to not rhyme in a poem should be considered a sin.
Get off this fad before it's too late.
Poems should rhyme, there is no debate.

"So, I met this girl..."
Yeah, I know that sounds cliche.
I'm surprised how much we talked, since she took my breath away.
And I know.....
I always say that ****
But guys this time I swear!
She's different.

We talked about life.
And how we're getting married.
After only two hours!
Yeah I know, that sounds scary.
But something about, that confidence in her eyes, took away the doubt, I was feeling inside.

And then she held my hand tight! Like she'd never let go....
But on that digital screen, she's still a "no-show."

Sweet Jesus, here comes the paranoia.
The over-obsessive lunatic I'd promised I'd never show ya.

I'm ruined.
Spent all day thinking.
And after thoughts like that, I should be "shrinking."

But Why?!
Who says it's wrong?!

Maybe we're the ones who have been right all along?!

Correct in our decisions, sinning in our ways.
****, the way you kiss me, it makes me wanna stay.

Delusional visions, but then, here we lay...

**** the way you kiss me,

Is it night? Or day?

I want to text her, "You're making a mistake."
I want to tell her all that is at stake
Explain to her the reasons I've come up with in my head
But all I can do is lay here in my bed.
Shiny new ring like a false prophet.
I've seen too many come before and that is why I scoff it.
Been gone for a few months so all you do is miss her
Get down on one knee and then you start to kiss her
But the glamour wears off, the decision sinks in
All of these thoughts make me crawl inside my skin.
The life of a princess is all she ever wanted.
Kissing frogs before she learned to walk-yeah.
Her prince charming in camis and a flight cap.
Taking her away and neither wanna look back.
I see she's happy and taken and I want that.
So I pull her in to the depths because that's where I'm at.
I'm not satisfied, so why should you be!?
All I want is for you to see what I see.

You can walk away from the ocean
turn your back on the sand and the waves
you can forget about passion, devotion
you can block out the thought of days

It had been years since I had seen you
I'm pretty sure I hate you as well
but when we sat down at that table
the feelings, they all began to swell

You see, I had turned my back on you
but never really lost sight,
after years of not seeing the ocean
it turns out I still swim alright.

It's been said many times,
I am losing control
everyday I get closer
It's taking its toll

One day I will slip
it will all be un-done
my mind is just broken
the demons have won.

Girls who drive Mustangs will break your heart
They want what they can't have and know from the start
Semi-pro, they drive. Even when damaged-
Leaving behind boys they have hunted and scavenged

Girls who drive Mustangs are fast and deadly
As soon as they have you they'll spit you out empty
Treat them like trash and you're sure to score
Just be careful not to fall in love at their door.

Girls who drive Mustangs will tear you apart
Don't give them your all, just give them a part
Know they have others, it's never just you
Don't give them control, they'll run you right through

Girls who drive Mustangs have a look that can melt
They have a touch that can silence, a voice that can smelt
They have lips that can poison, skin that can light
A smell just like summer, just put up a fight

Girls who drive Mustangs are not to be trusted
They should only be used, mis-treated, and lusted
It isn't cruel, they know it's the truth
They need to feel something, no matter the ruse

Girls who drive Mustangs don't play by the rules
They are cunning and ruthless, they are nobodies fool

I once had a run-in with a girl just like this
For I was the road, and the speed limit, she missed.