You keep looking for yourself,
because you want so badly to see the 'real' you
so you look at quotes,
you experiment with lifestyles,
you question what you could be,
you look in a mirror but feel lied to,
then you hit a certain age and feel struck,
it's all between laughable and sad,
you notice the person behind every line of lipstain,
every cloak of cashmere,
and every bud on a cig,
you had this little speck of originality that no one understands.
Through all the time you spent trying to find yourself,
you were you,
it was just so hard to comprehend.

I'm not sure I was meant for this.
I'm sure I existed far too late.
It seems I came to be in the wrong time era,
and I assure you the wrongest wrong place.
I can hold my head high wherever,
but records and dusty movies are my friends,
they make me feel like I'm home at last;
make me wish the time never ends,
but it did and so forth,
I was not meant for here.
The people, too boastful,
with so much less to fear.
The relationships are wasteful,
and different by the day.
The love and optimism is fading out to grey.
I almost pity the people,
and I find their time more tragic,
while the era I love was suppressed by casual bombs,
the era I'm in has lost all their magic...

She never let the sun go down
Her eyes were almonds in the spring.
Her arms were always by her side,
And when we sang her arms would swing.
But by night her lips were flamming,
A fire burnt so cold,
Her dreams were utmost frightening,
And her stories,
Not mine to be told.
She paced through life like a diamond,
Roughed out to the perfect cut.
She didn't look down,
For she felt that the ground,
would soil her back to a mut.
I held her hand for a moment,
And she smiled,
So I released.
She didn't want my help,
Just knowing I was there was all she'd need,
But then she soon fell low,
Down through the ice, water; snow.
She fell beyond my grasp,
Her smile forever last.
She walked a path on her own,
I learned I must let go.
Its every nightmare I know,
When you bargain "no",
But there they go.
Off on the path that alone she paved
..and alone she swore she'd trough.

is this love worth it ,
is it worth the effort will it last or will it end
the same way the others did
, so much confusion so much doubt
so much love yet so little trust ,
is this the meaning of love to be
hurt and to love again with the fear of being hurt again
what is this
why is it so hard to know whether she loves truly or whether she
loves falsely
whether her love is honest and real or another game
im yet to play.

The shadows of love become the ghosts of the past
Found only in the smells trapped between your sheets
Friendships fade into nothingness leaving so little trace
You can hardly believe they were real
Times do change and people grow up
But every so often, someone gets left behind
Cigarette after cigarette just biding their time
Until they can again find meaning in life

O Darling,
you would know
the real meaning
of burning-desire
if you saw me right now
lying here alone
in the dark
at 3:04 am.

Some might say,
I'm just an insomniac,
but I know better,
that's not it at all.

I'm having a
real live heart attack
thinking about you
& I want you to know
how strong it beats
when I cover myself
with thoughts
of your lady-love.

All these songs have lost their meaning
...all these songs,
they used to be about you.
It seems that I can't write if I'm not in love
I can't write if I'm not in pain
If I'm not enveloped in a
feeling...then I'm completely emotionless
A real poet could find meaning in anything
Love in a sea of hatred
Pain in a time of joy.
My writings are trivial
...subject to my surroundings and my emotions in the moment.
In a quick second things can change
And I won't recognize my own words.
A real poet would.