Further along
these days go
passing and passing,
we never stop and listen.
Once be nice, Twice be best,
maybe even just once
we would realize
what we've done.

All these poems are nothing.
There's no feeling or emotions.
Merely fancy words strung together to form a pretty sentence.
Where is my heart
It ran away with my soul.
And there is nothing left to do but wait and grow old.
So if you take me there I think we'll be okay
But if we wait, just wait a little longer
I'll never go away.

and my life fell apart before my eyes
crashed and burned at my feet
the pain wore a clever disguise
and in the end i accepted defeat
hold your tongue as i escape
i run away as always
my mind prolonging my fate
as my conscience wonders down empty hallways
i accepted but did not face
this sentence that is all my own
the loneliness i will hardly embrace
as it seems this is how im condoned
so i blame you and sometimes myself
but this is so adolescent
your only human, just yourself,
and now my only depressant.

and then there was nothing

    and then there was no one


    and there was you


and then there were lies

    and betrayal


    and then i saw truth


and then i found freedom

    and clarity


    and called it love


and then i fought

    and then i cried


    and then push turned into shove


and then you left

    and i was alone


    and then you moved on


and then there was nothing

    and then there was no one


    and then you were gone




6/19/09