Grayson Owens

Grayson Owens Sep 2013

September is coming
The sun will set
The leaves will change

Everything else will stay the same

Look for the door
For heaven's sake
Don't be the one with an empty plate

Jump with the joy you've yet to know
Look up to the skies for Winter's first snow

Don't take these words for granted, but heed
Be the one with the prize winning seed

Grayson Owens Sep 2013

Passed Away.

The life I once lived has long passed away.
A proverbial void, shrouded in grey.
The people that loved me never knew my name,
No one who knew me could ride on my train.

One day I'll be gone and no one will know.
On down the highway, way down the road.
The pain that I carry won't hurt me anymore.
For on that day I'll be with the Lord.

Grayson Owens Sep 2013

3rd shift blues.

I'm so sad,
so lost,
so alone.
I don't even know a place to call home.

For whom do I live for?
Why should my life be thought so dear,
when the one you say loves me, begins to disappear?

Grayson Owens Oct 2012

Memories

Memories oh memories of a place I held so dear.
Once you were so close to me.
Now far, but yet so near.

Grayson Owens Oct 2012

A place called home.

Once there was a place called home, so lovely was it's name.

Little by little the place would change, but the name would stay the same.

Pushed out by hate and greed and fear, I found this quite insane.

So off I went to find a new place in hopes to keep my brain.

Grayson Owens Aug 2012

Goodbye.

She saw me for who I was
Didn't care about my flaws
Never complained once

Self destructive tendencies show themselves in the worst places
Pushing people away who only want to care for you
Saying goodbye is the hardest thing you'll ever have to do

Grayson Owens May 2012

I Looked Inside.

I see a lot of these sullen faces
looking for a future that will not come.

Seeking an existence that simply isn't there.

I see all of the tears run down all of
their faces as they watch their dreams whither
before them.

It's sad. It makes me sad to see them sad.
It's a big mess of sad and it's sad to
watch and sad to see that sad is you
and sad is me.

Sorry.

When I see their faces, when I watch their tears
I can't help but think about when I used to be in
their same position.

It makes me remember when I felt things.

I miss it.
Those memories keep me going
some days.

It's nice to remember when I had love to give
when I had
when I had
when I had love to give.

Instead of looking for love to take.

So I sit there and stare at the sullen faces,
remember all I used to have so I can
feel echoes of of feelings that have long since
passed.

But then it ends and I turn back.

Back into an animal like the rest of the world.