I had been gone for so long
I had forgotten the route
The turns I made were from memory
And I knew the names of the streets
As I turned my way onto them

The more familiar they got
I realized that I didn't know where home was

I had lost my way

I stopped somewhere familiar
To ask for directions
Recognizing faces,
I felt better

Familiar faces did welcome me
I was known to them
Told me where I wanted to go
And invited me for a drink
Everyone is so different from what I remember!

I stayed for a little while
Tried to make sense of it
To understand why I knew them
But I couldn't remember them

I left and headed out
Directions in hand
I arrived at my destination
Only to discover

I was the one that had changed

I was lost,
Even to myself

I thank you all for today
It's no easy jump
Friends and loves are hard to find
Eww...
Nerds...

Thats just grown up.
When is the last time time
You thought about holding someone?
I don't want to **** anyone again for that
Meg is a terrible self.

But I love me some Family Guy.
Ummm...
Irresponsibility with your family,
I bet you love that
You ******* person.

Sorry,
My fault as well
Nerd.

The Irish are going to go hard soon.
You gotta wake up my friend...

May I never be content
May I never be complete
For when we stop evolving
We become obsolete

I understand
All of our time is short
What it means to say goodbye
Is something we all only learn
Once someone is gone

The good and the bad
Happy and sad
The proud and the frown
Waiting and wanting
Sitting and forgetting

What matters is being a good person
And knowing how to say goodbye

Goodbye

i want to be the reason there is light inside your eyes again. the reason you worship the sunrise, instead of clinging red knuckled to the end of each dying day.

i tried  
to climb over the clouds
and float through a mountain
i met no resistance
i faced it head on,
i pushed,
until i became it,
and now,
i don't know
how to move
the weight
of such power
perhaps, we are better off small

©rainecooper

This morning at daybreak
and half awake still
he bundled his memories
on to a stretcher
and carried them up atop
Cothelstone hill
and sorted them through
for the moment he met her;

the memories bandaged,
the ones with bruised limbs,
he laid on the heather
like hospital beds
but the one of their first kiss
he threw to the wind
and asked the wind's help
for to help him forget..

i lose myself in the titter of your raindrops tonight
who listen to me more intimately
than any being ever could

for your dark a.m. streets breathe
a musky scent exactly like my broken love's lips
and a sip of you is fresh as your wry scarlet sunrise
which whispers secrets of espresso and brick
and aged thrice-thrifted books and the dim glow
of ***** neon signs who call to no one in particular;

during lonely nights when you drink me in, i melt
into a solace of wet pave and unlit alleys
and emerge among sinuous swirls of painted walls
and hazy lights, a blur of chilly comfort and
being perfectly lost between
you and the moon

this bruised ballerina forgot how to dance.
            her lithe body a marionette
artfully conducted by threads in her back
   at the nimble fingertips of some perverse desolation
       she moves mechanically
   to its twisted touch.

she is told to somehow turn scars to flight --
    mend wounded wings
             and glide, carelessly soar
      through painted skies and fairy clouds
sweet as a songbird's melody
    reborn, a fresh starling

(listen: she weakly sings)