Sometimes I don't like people.
Sometimes I just don't want to talk.
Sometimes I just want to observe.
Sometimes I like my little bubble.
Sometimes the loneliness makes me feel like I'm about to burst.
Sometimes (ok... MOST times) I don't like people within arm's length of me.
Sometimes I be like "**** Love".
Sometimes I wanna Love so hard like I don't give a ****.
Sometimes (Ok. Ok. MOST times!) I'm not "appropriate".
(Most times, I don't care to be.)
Sometimes I don't feel like being funny.
Sometimes I don't want to entertain.
Sometimes I disappear.
Sometimes I don't want to be invisible.
Sometimes I feel like an outsider.
Sometimes I feel like I'm on the edge.
Sometimes I want to jump.
Most times, I would rather fly.

Laying in bed, texting you all night.
the funny thing was, we'd never fight.
I remember the day, and what you looked like
back when we'd both say, how we feel.

I have so little now
most pictures are gone.
But I still have a sign,
Welcome to Wilmington

You see I'm here
and I don't wanna go away
I'm literally trying to think of what to say.

You're my best friend and more
you were always here, when I hit the floor
But one day you're gone
and I had to get back up

It was so long
there were days of almost giving up
not that I wanted to
but for what it looked, I was scared.

You can make me happy
pretty much anywhere.
I can be alone,
and wait for you

It's been so long
I have nothing to lose.
Because it's you I love
the one I choose.

If you could see
I won't let you lose.

Things are different then they were before
I'm not always the same
I grew up for sure.

I'll respect you no matter what you chose.
I'll help you when you think you're gonna lose.

I just don't want to be used
and I'm not gonna force you to pick a dude.

I just hope the answers come clear
for I already know what I want my dear.

I caught her singing "Clair de Lune"
when she thought my gaze had wandered to
the girl from the bar, in the red dress and blue shoes
who snag happier, more uplifting tunes;
not that sad, quiet beauty by the light of the moon.

I caught her sighing, pining for release
from the pain of what she was feeling then
Her heart filled her lungs, and she sang out again
that lonely, impossible masterpiece;
that showcase of her heart's discontent.

I wept; should have come from my hidden den
but instead I watched, silent tears blurring my sight.
Though I should by rights have swept her into my arms,
I watched as she sang "Clair De Lune" long into that lonely night,
unsure if my presence would bring to her face a smile... or alarm.

The first, if I could but for a moment see, I'd trade away my immortal soul.
The second, rather than let it be, I would happily die,
                                                                                     silent and alone.

I feel that love is somewhat over rated at times
I hope that it can only get better as i grow older
I feel that it should, but I don't usually count on it

I don't always seem to understand what I do
Even though I've done it many, many times before  
Love always seems to feel somewhat strange

When I fall in love, it can make me feel uncomfortable
When I fall out of love, I feel the same way, why
I just can't quite seem to figure out these feelings

I just hope I can find that one girl, that one fine jewel
Something I never ever want to let go of and to cherish
That one girl that can remove these feeling of uncertainties

I hope that one day my feet can firmly footed in this life
I hope that one day I rise above my feelings of uncertainties
I hope that one day I overcome the feelings of love being overrated

I just know
the animals speak to us
in tongues,
you can feel it,
like the ancient prophets.
Go outside and listen
to the singing birds,
those croaking frogs,
that dog barking in the distance.
I swear they're trying to tell us something.

In My Sole
It was just a normal day that we happened to be together. Your hand in mine-us side by side, and then you broke away. You broke away to stare at something from far away so it wouldn't be self conscious of you peering into its soul. You stood there looking so intently at something I couldn't see. I couldn't see what you perceived for I couldn't believe that there was something you saw that I couldn't conceive. So I stopped...I smiled and I took a picture. I took this picture of you staring in the distance with this half acquired smile... a moment in time that I would be sure to keep with me forever. The moment penetrated my soul ever so deeply that I decided to keep the picture somewhere it could affect even the ground I walk on. I keep the picture in my sole... In the sole of my shoe so no matter where I go I'm walking with you.




Faded Photograph of a Photographer
In an old...
wallet
box
attic
was an old faded photograph of a photographer.
Meant to be...
left alone
put to rest
forgotten
it was since then brought back by nostalgia and the impossible life that was now to be lived without you.
You liked to be...
behind
smiling through
holding the camera
as you were the photographer but not this time, as you were the photographed...
In front of
smiling at
holding a pose
while I became the photographer, photographing you, the freshly captured photographer in the faded photograph.
In an old...
dream
heart
memory
you never faded but remained the still whole of a perfect silhouette.
The perfect photographer preserved in the perfectly faded photograph for...
love
life
forever.




The Imprint
I just stood there watching from feet away floating in a time that was once my own, and watching a moment form before me that I burned into my memory. I watched a much younger version of myself sitting with you in all of your perfect imperfections. I wanted to talk to you again, to hear your voice be directed toward me for one last time, but I knew that was something that I could not do for I had already had my moment. If I intervened everything could change, and I would be stealing away precious time from a younger me that would never be ready for anything shorter than forever with you. Instead, I kept my safe distance and watched as the two of you got up from our bench that we spent hours on talking or just sitting in silence. The look on his face-the look on my face was a priceless glance as the two of you walked with interlocked hands in a silence as perfect as a symphony. You then seemed to notice something out of the corner of your eye as you began to glance toward my direction. I drew back at first before remembering that I was not something that could be seen by you, but merely a ghost in time. You broke away from his hand and you continued toward where I floated, and you just stared right at me as if you could see me-as if you could feel me. With your half acquired smile I finally felt like I was home again, and I watched the younger version of me capture a perfect picture of you. With that I was once again in our old attic, holding that old photo, that was taken that old day, imprinting a forever timeless love. A love that would live on in my soul for...
love
life
forever.