I was running along the highway today
Downhill, I felt
Fast
And
Swift

I saw something
In my peripheral
That looked
Smashed into the ground
It was
White,
Familiar looking,
Like
Someone's
Pet

A
Fluffy,
Friendly
Dog
Rotting in the
Ground. Its head was
missing
It had already decomposed
It was part of the Earth, and
Its
Body
Was
Next

Poor dog,
I bet someone loved it
A lot

I bet they're smiling
I bet he's smiling

Come on now, brother
you were raised so well,
you got everything you ever wanted
and as far as we could tell
you were going to go far
no one expects the worst
but sadly now, it's all we know
it's troublesome for all,
it feels like a curse

I know it must be harder than it seems
wanting something so badly,
nearly breaking at the seams
but it is up for you to decide whats important
this life is only all it means

You had all the friends you could've dreamed of
you were part of the cool crowd
I looked up to you
even when you and your friends were too loud
too loud quickly became too much
and pretty soon, we were out of touch
the sad part is neither of us made an effort to show we cared
and you needed me most, but I wasn't there

you went off to college
to become a better man
to make something of yourself
to be able to publicly stand
and say, "I am a college graduate,
the first in my family
look how far I've come everyone
my life is no longer in shambles"

you were always off of the rocker
you weren't fooling anyone
you came back home and it wasn't a shocker
you never could put those old habits down
your blue eyes glossy, always wearing that frown
your face broken out, covered in sweat
we tried and tried to tell you to give it a rest

we all love you,
and we want you to understand
we aren't trying to hurt you
just trying to have you land
this plane you've been on
way up high
it's been 8 years
come down, Stetson
it's time

You've spent too many minutes
with that gun in your mouth
You've been too close to death
I've seen it, I've lost count

Where is the brother I know and admire
I want you to tell the truth,
you've never been a good liar
I want to share more with you than just mundane talks
they don't mean anything, and
I wish you'd walk
away from this life and move on from the past
you're no longer the "cool guy"
you're better than that
you're smart and talented
and you're my brother,
I'll always have your back
I've seen you at your lowest,
these are things I'll never forget
but we all need to move on
rid of our regrets

Stetson, I love you,
I really do
but I want to hold on to more than these memories of you

Boots laced up
Time to go
Out in the woods
We walk in snow

You look at me
Don't speak a word
In the silent thicket
Our voices heard

Keep trekking
We find our way
Our little adventures
Make my day

anxious
surgery

waiting room
tic tac toe
winning
losing

waiting

can't
help
but
notice
not one
but
two

"Top Rated Doctor"
magazine covers
hanging
right
in
front
of
my face

waiting
still
…
called
back

disinterested
nurse

*****
-yet brisk-
cavalier
surgeon

cutting
sewing
apologizing
plainly
unemp­athetic

couldn't
help
the
tears
that
followed


and
for
taking
the
*******
time

to write
about
this
****

My love is torn apart
Like the yarn that comes from your sweater
You know it’s there
But you never know when it will start to unravel
Unravel 'til there is nothing left but one long string,
What’s left is my love for you
From the tints of red and blue
I never saw anything quite as beautiful
The way the thread touches your soft skin beneath it
Like it wants nothing but to be worn,
And worn out

Your love runs deep
But it doesn’t tap into the water
That makes up 90% of my body
Flowing through,
Every heartbeat
Every pulse
Every word
That comes out, is for you
More importantly
Every word
That doesn’t come out
Is for you

I keep most things in
Like a safe that has been untouched for years
The dust on top aches to dance
And whirl about
But its duty is to hold our families most prized possessions
The type of holding that no lover knows
Birth certificates, life insurance, wills,
But does any of that matter aside to prove we are but a tiny piece in the puzzle of life

We see ants like we see people, just another thing that is in the way
We’d rather stomp on their souls than lead them to where light is
Because if someone is in our way
At the wrong time,
Better believe we will make it right
Have to be at this very important meeting, at this very important time, to get very important money, to buy very important things

What a shame
We all are
But you never shame me
Sitting at the top of the highest tree
Looking about with your telescope eyes
You cry
“We are all tiny fragments found within the oldest ship in the sea!”
Underwater broken up and scattered about
The captain tries to collect us, reconnect us
But would rather drink instead
He is our god, for all we know
His head is cloudy and his eyes are dull
He gathers our pieces to construct them as one
But is rocked by a wave and loses us forever

What were you to me
But a dream,
But dust
On the flower that I gave you
Two months after we met
That you kept on your dresser
As if it would make a difference if it was there or not

Your ocean like eyes showed me the answer when I showed up that day
I was lost in them but I heard you say
“I’m going away”

My heart sank like an anchor holding up time on a never ending clock
Ticking away until one day it stopped

From atop the roof I see mountains, rivers, side by side
I sit here just looking, the clouds act as a guide

I notice the beauty, even without you here
(don't confuse this for meaning I don't want you near)

The trees, tall, beginning to shed their autumn leaves
looking a little like you, and a little like me

For now, we're apart, and this is all I need
Here, alone, in quiet company

When I think of you I think of spontaneous poems

Because when I think of you
I think of how god ****** artsy you are
and how quiet
and how gentle
and how intelligent
and articulate you are
and how you love coffee
and books
and how
you get my undivided attention
with those eyes

And I can't help but write poems
about that kinda ****

I
have this
friend,

she will
tell you
nothing
but
the
truth
(which
is too
truthful,
most of the time)

she is
the
type
to know
the code to
the printer,
and will
print off
75
pages
just
because
she can

she is
the
type
who can
make up a
story to
get out
of
anything,
and she
will,
too

and scarily
enough,
I feel
safe
when I'm
around her

and I
find myself
wishing
sometimes
I was
more like
her

and
when she
is not
around,
I'm wondering
who she
is
tantalizing
now

it's probably
some old
*****
who is
just as
uninterested
as she is,
but
he wears
expensive
glasses
and a
fancy necktie
and
this fills
her
void

and yet,
somewhere
in my mind
I know
my friend
will
not
get away
with living
her whole
life
this
way

someday it ends
and
then
what

You tell me I'm lovely
You tell me I'm thin
You tell me to come over
But you never say when

You tell me I'm different
You tell me I'm pretty
You tell me to get dressed up
You want to take me to the city

You tell me I'm quiet
You tell me too much
But you never did tell me
You were feeling out of touch

You told me to go
You told me to stay
You couldn't make up your mind
So I decided to leave anyway

You told me you were sorry
You told me you were dumb
You told me that you over think sometimes
And that it isn't any fun

I told you I would be here
I told you I would stay
But don't think that you're my lover
We couldn't last a day

Now you're broke and sorry
Wishing it was better
But "sometimes things happen that way"
I wrote you in a letter

I miss you everyday
I miss you all the time
If only you had known our love
Was always first in mind

I think about you
and I think about me
and I think that we both think too much
And I know that you'd agree

You told me you were happy now
You told me you were having fun
You told me to come visit soon
I could even meet your son

I was ****** and I was tired
I was sad and I was cold
This life just flew by us both
Too fast to grab hold

I am happy too you know,
I never needed you
To tell me that you needed me
I'm a shadow, I'm anew

You won't find me around here
Don't even come and look
"I'm long gone away somewhere"
I wrote you in a book

Now I only see ocean
I can't remember land
For time has passed and I am just a soul
Holding life in my hand

There was a time
I was maybe nine
I could not stop staring into the sunshine

Suzy told me I'd go blind
I didn't believe her but
I said I wouldn't mind

When I finally took my eyes from the sun
I started to run
I faintly remember falling
And then smiling towards the sky

I understood why

My mind is always running between first and last,
Highs and lows
Trying to discover the secrets of life,
Secrets that no one else knows

My mind doesn't know when it's made up
Or when it's undone
Always searching the depths of forever,
And forever it'll run

My mind is in constant wonder
Looking for messages where no messages lie
I don't suppose it'll ever stop,
Not even when I die

But death is a funny thing, you know
We think it's here, then it goes
Coming much too fast, coming much too slow

My mind is always running between first and last
My mind knows nothing
My minds forgot about the past

My mind is made up on me and you
There's no changing it, it'll fight till its blue
My mind is a quiet and crazy place that I wish you could see
My mind is a master of fools
The biggest one being me

Unannounced love seems to be the best
The gold of your earrings, the puff of your vest
Little things remind me of why you’re so special
Let me count the reasons, I know there’s several
Smart, kind, intellectual too
This sets you apart from the others I knew
When I say SMART-- I mean more than just books
Your knowledge is vast, you can even read looks,
Your KIND-- without needing acknowledgement
It’s just in your nature, passing no judgement
And don’t get me started on our INTELLECTUAL talks;
Your words touch my soul, they penetrate me
Parts of myself I never truly thought I’d see
You have an abundance of qualities I’ve come to admire
But how could I confess--  love has made me a liar
BUT-- we don’t speak of the past, we’ve moved on from it’s hold
Breaking our chains, for new lives we are told
Will make the best of you and me
I’ll never put you in a cage love
You’re perfectly free

I am not sure of what to write
For these words are only fleeting
I am unsure of how to talk
For my voice has no meaning

I am not sure how to learn
For it requires time and patience
I am unsure of where to go
For I lack judgement and common sense

I am not sure how to walk
For it takes strong legs to endure
I am unsure of how to read
Although the words - from my heart - they pour

I am not sure of how to breathe
For my lungs are flowery bruised
I am unsure of how to see
You took my eyes, you took everything, you took it all with you

You
eat
your omelette
like it
will be
your
last
one

You
remove it from
your
fork
with only your
teeth
(loud, metal
clashing
bone)
into your
mouth
much
like a
barbarian, ******
off at
the
world

You eat as
if to
send that
protein
right
where it
needs to be
in order
for you to be
strong
enough
to leave a
mark
on
your next victim

But
alas!,
you are just
a young
girl
and no
amount of
forceful,
angsty eating
will
change
that

We are sad
We are stubborn
We are laying, simply loving
We are looking for what can't be found
(You'll find it if you stop looking around)
We are fickle
We are dumb
We drink just to get drunk
We smoke just to get high
We drive just to watch the road fly by
beneath us,
We see
What we used to be
And all we have become
Starts to rush up
Into our calloused hands
Smaller than the grains of sand
We are
We are tiny
We are dull
We are weak, never full
Never satisfied
Never pleased
God himself couldn't bring us to our knees
'Cause we are selfish and we are scared
Living life unprepared
Never know whats to come
Nothings promised to be fun
But one thing I can tell you
About the human race
Is that love can change a man
You can tell - look at his face

I want to remember your laugh
And the way you look when you walk away
I want to turn back the hands of time
In hopes that you choose to stay
I want to know how you're feeling
But I know that's not fair
I want you to hold my hand
Although I shouldn't care
I want you to see the clouds
The way I see them
But I know this can't be so
For I'm the flower, you're the stem

I'm sitting in class daydreaming of you
How the freckles on your shoulders used to smile at me
How your eyes look in the morning time
And the sound of your voice when you're serious
And all of these things flood my mind
Over and over until I am lost in your sea
And suddenly
I shudder
Thinking that one day you might not remember me

I know you wouldn't approve of my cigarette smoking
But realize I do it hoping
That you will chastise me
Just to get some kind of emotion out of you
You never tell me how you feel, yet
The harsh smoke has no trouble leaving me blue
And feeling blue
Is certainly something I feel from you
Ever since you left on that hot day in September
Fall was just about to wrap us in it's golden leaves
But you chose to leave
You chose to leave
Not me
So don't expect me to be here
Waiting on you
When Spring approaches in its rainy ways
Even though I'll never admit it to you, I counted down the days
Till I would see you again
But this time is different
We were more than just friends
So what will we be
When you decide you've had enough of the sea
And how long will it take
For my heart to mend

Mountains, glaciers, redwoods alike
Hiking, running, going by bike
Shiver, stumble, gracefully aware
Wind, sand, snow in our hair
Stories, laughter, sadness take hold
Seeing, learning, making our mold
Life, happiness, too vital to deny
Quails, sequoias, untouchable skies
Shades of blue, green, colors surround
The Earth, spinning, not making a sound
Quiet, serene, clouds moving slow
Strong, silent, peace we would know
Unexplainable, these scenes make a person anew
Breathing in and out, these universal truths

Let's see…

There's one who likes to smoke
Just as much as me
Curly brown hair he wears
And quite the beard has he

Theres one who likes to ride bikes
Just like I do
He's small, he's sharp, and a handsome one
But something doesn't do

There's one who dresses like I dress
And likes to read, too
That makes for quite the man, you know
You should see his blue suade shoes

There's one who says few words
Similar to I
He looks, and smiles, and when he laughs,
God I want to cry!

There's one who says too many words
He's a mess, a know it all
But something in the way he moves-
Stop!-
Why must I think of him at all

There's one who likes to climb mountains
And look off in the distance
Some might say he lives like me
To create a beautiful existence

There's one who is scared to dive in
To a world he doesn't know
I want to hold him, tell him it's okay
Being scared is how you grow

There's too many options,
And there will only be more to come
So how am I supposed to choose
Out of six billion, just one?

I think it's better that I write when I'm happy
Than to write when I'm sad
When I try to write something I just end up mad
Cause nothing comes out, nothing sounds good
I can't compose like I think I should
My mind wanders, but is more often blank
I consider, reconsider, and then over think
Well, it looks like I can write something after all
But most people, including myself
Conclude it's not any good at all

It has always been you
I don't know why I try to deny
We sit together
We could do anything -
We could watch paint dry
And each moment would be as good as the last
And each moment I pray won't pass
No amount of time is long enough
When you're young and in love

all these people
sitting around me
talking about what they had for lunch

and i could care less
and i don't listen
and they don't look at me for my input
because they know
i'm not engaged

and where i really long to be
is in bed
quiet
and comfy
listening to no ones
dumb
stupid
thoughts
but my own

The hustle and bustle is not for me
I want to live a quiet life, enjoy my own company

Forget the noises of the city
I'll sit here, make a drink, tell myself I look pretty

I don't want to take a bus, a taxi, or a train
I want to walk along on foot, even if it's in the rain

I don't want neighbors that I can see
Just a private backyard, fulfilling my own destiny

I want to hear the sounds of the great outdoors
The birds chirping, leaves falling, and begging for more

I don't like sirens or obnoxious parties
Rather play my guitar and write sad stories

I want to breathe deep, that fresh mountain air
And have no ones worries but my own to care

Some may call it selfish, this life I lead
But in this heart will live no greed

Only opportunity for learning and self growth
Live on, my child, let your feet feel the earth

The time is right
All is now
Simplicity and love
Will show you how

Grab the vine and try
To swing. Hold on for dear life -
For gifts it will bring.

Close your eyes, tilt your
head back. You won't remember
That your life's off track

Bukowski,
I didn't like you at first
nothing you wrote stuck out to me
or tugged
anywhere in my body

But ****** if it wasn't so
you got me when I was truly alone
and now your book of poems
"you get so alone at times that it just makes sense"
is starting to make perfect sense

Sure enough,
you *******,
you are right
and
we
are
all
alone.

As long as I know
Where you are
As long as I know
You're not far
I'll be okay

As long as you know
That I'll never lie
As long as you know
That I'll always be shy
You'll be okay

As long as we know
We have each other
As long as we know
To travel further
We'll be okay

We'll be in each others arms again soon
We'll climb mountains and try to reach up and touch the moon
We'll sleep next to one another and tell each other stories from our past
While knowing all along that good things don't always last
Can't be scared of moving on
Can't be scared of trying
Every single day we think about dying

Know that we always sleep under the same stars
Keep this in mind and it will never be hard
We have everything
And nothing
And I couldn't want more of you
Than when you look at me that way you do

You're eyes so full but you never speak
The silence between us lasts for weeks
I don't mind, as long as you don't
I'll be here for now, and then I won't

And you will find me
Wherever our paths may cross
Me and you, forever lost

Venture out and you'll see me
Living quietly in the overgrown, flowery moss
You're free to join me
And together we'll be

You're the finest company

I make coffee
As you read the paper
And jot down your thoughts from the night before

Typical of you, April
To go and make madmen of us all

Your warm touch
As you greet me from behind
The morning light seeping through
Our tattered blinds

As you eat your breakfast
You tell me there is no need to worry,
Everything will work out

I believe you
Your eyes are innocent as you talk

Slowly you rid of my disguise
As you lean in for a kiss
We go about our days
And we bask in what we now know
As happiness

I don't know any other languages
Besides  the  one  of
                                        my
                                                    heart

I  hope  that  is
             enough.

I laid on my back and watched the clouds roll over above me. I had been wondering about clouds for a long time now. It seemed I was slowly figuring it out. Figuring out about clouds, and figuring out about myself.
I was waiting for your arrival. I expected you to show up behind me, seeing you walk over to me upside down. I'd like to see you in every angle.
You came on your bike, and although I didn't see you throw it on the ground, I knew you did. You were excited to see me. I was excited to see you, too.
You sat next to me on the beach and I realized that it was a perfect moment. Not the typical perfect moment, but I enjoyed you being by my side. I always do.
You said you wanted to read my work. There is a little bit of you inside everything that I have written. Not intentionally, but you have always been there. In the back of my mind, just hanging out. Getting to know me, slowly, over time.
I laid my head in the sand as the wind rushed my hair back and forth across my face. I cleared the hair from my eyes, catching glimpses of the suns light casting down on me. I caught your eyes on mine. I looked back at you for a quick second and turned away. It's all I can stand, really. (And no, not in a bad way)

Look up, look how tall
The tree reaches. Look here, it
Even grows peaches!

Can't sleep, for I'm thinking of you
And all these feelings
You've put me through
I just want to write poems
In hopes that you will too
And one day we will show each other
What we stayed up late writing
While we were apart
From each other's aching hearts
We will laugh at the silly lines
And the metaphors that don't make sense
But we couldn't help but try
Just the thought helps us get by
You held my hand as we looked up at the sky
And once again, we said goodbye

I really don't know
Where I should go

I believe in a few things
Never know what life will bring

I'm too tired to think
My eyes slowly blink

Time seems to stand still
Not even sure what is real

Looking for something I can't seem to find
Discovering myself, losing my mind

My footsteps disappear the further I walk
My voice drowns out the more I talk

Lost in myself, there's no one around
Just the Earth and I, tightly bound

The leaves are starting to change colors,
The wind is turning cold
Fog is lurking late and early
On the autumn roads

Midnights here, in all its glee
The night has come so gracefully

The shadows of the trees tiredly dance
While the moon smiles and takes its chance

There's nothing more beautiful than the moment you see
That the world is crumbling, it's growing, it's free

You're the best thing I've ever seen
Don't know really what its come to mean
But when I look at you,
It's as if my heart swells
I know, I know, it's an old tale
But truthfully,
I spend all of my time thinking about you
Think so hard my face turns blue
'Cause I'd rather think than breathe,
You mean that much to me
I have a lot to learn
That can't be denied
But we can do it together
Just like the waves and the tides

look at my nothingness
and tell me everything you see
look at my emptiness
and tell me how to be full
look at the way my heart is sinking
and pull it back up
swing it
to the moon and back
so i can create stars with my fingertips
take it to foreign lands
so it can learn the language of love
and how to be
someones everything
hitchhike with it in the desert
and let it become so dry
that it almost greets death
that way
it will learn that this life
doesn't go on forever
and love
won't wait
travel to the west and show it the mountains
point out the crests and the peaks
where lovers have stood
and found themselves
in each other
maybe one day
my heart will find me

We are cut from the same apple
But I don’t even like apples
And you prefer pears

Regardless of fruit,
I believe that we go well together
You’re the apple of my eye

I see myself in you
When you’re fumbling your words,
Or tripping over air
Honestly though, I don’t care
I’ve embraced the flaws of the human race

I remember how nervous you were,
And how nervous I always am
That night we dove into each others arms
We didn’t look back as we woke up in the ocean

You moved the hair from my eyes
And I saw clearly
Perhaps, blurrier than before
What I knew all along
Didn’t matter anymore

I don't go to church
and I don't know if I believe in the things
that go on in church,
but I do know
that when I
randomly
happen to hear
those
church bells
on Sundays
I
feel
alive

and maybe
it is in
those
moments
that I realize
what church is
supposed to
make you feel.

I want to tell you so many things that I have known since before time unfolded
I want to erase the lines between your ears where your face so perfectly fits
I want to blur all boundaries until you are nothing but the idea I have of you
I want to fall so hard into you that I forget everything I once knew to be true
So I can relive the evolution of mankind with only you in mind
So I can reinvent the wheel based on your sacred geometry
And forge a universe from nothing but that which we can experience together

I want to be transparent so you can observe how you displace my organs
And strew them across my body like constellations in the night sky
I want to open my mind and pour it out onto the floor in hopes that you will join me
Until we cannot discern who thought which feeling and who felt which thought
And we will never bother to clean up our mess for all of eternity

You make me spill all about, but I strain to collect every last drop
So I can hope to fill your cup to the brim
And you can drink me until you see the bottom
I want to seep into the cracks of your dilapidated and broken heart
I want to show you that it is okay to be lonely

I have been alone since I found you

Light it up
On top the rock
Climb in there
Warm wool socks

Smoke and shiver
Feel relaxed
It's not so cold
Here on our backs

Walk the trail
Covered in snow
Slide and laugh
Our smiles grow

We lose our path
But find a new one
High in the mountains
So much fun

You can laugh
But you dare not speak

You can love
But you cannot cry

You can move
But move slowly

For each second that passes
A part of you dies

I believed in every word you said
How could I doubt
  But somehow I feel that even the smallest
   Anemone at the bottom of the sea needs
    Some kind of love to sprout


       And this sums up what we are
        Human beings on a mystical, spinning star
         We can't explain
          But even after the longest journeys around the world
            Traveling through space and time
              I'd still remember your name

One day we will be together
Without missing one another
Without always having to leave
Without sleeping alone, having bad dreams

You'll wake up for work
Just like you always wanted
With me by your side
I'll kiss you goodbye
And forget that you're gone
Because unlike then, you'll be back before long

You'll call me on your way home and tell me about your day
While all along waiting for me to say
"I love you"…
I don't say it
Because I don't want to wear it out

There have been times in the past
When I've wanted to shout it
Or tell every person I see
That I'm in love with someone who understands me

It means a lot to hear it
And I know you know
I love you forever
You're the match to my soul

Just like the past we wither away
All caught up in a world of grey
We don’t know why we’re here but we keep going on
...
Something around us is happening
The sand is counting itself
Hourglasses are frozen under the illusion of time
Poetry isn’t taught but we think it has to rhyme
All it boils down to is the conception of lines
On paper, creating shapes from thoughts
Abstract ideas, perceptions being altered;
In front of the altar
Everything we say can be turned into something else
If it's not happening to you it's happening to somebody else
Words on paper to stay true to ourself
Can burst into flames if you over think
Concise, precise, simple, plain
If you don’t go by these guidelines, expect to be put to shame
We aren’t all different but we aren’t all the same
To expect nothing is the hardest game

I
still
have sand
in my gum
from when I
went to the beach
with you

the sand,
grinding against my teeth
feels a little like
what you
did
to me

I went to the bar
that Monday night
in hopes that it would be as good as Sunday night,
it had snowed
and that was my excuse for staying

(The truth is I didn't want to be alone)

Drunk Tim watched me as I ordered my drink
I had no idea
I thought he was some business man
Dressed in his suit
and tie
Drinking his cranberry & vodkas
with his coworkers he pretended to like
but he was
                       a l o n e

He came over and sat with us
made himself comfortable in the booth
this old perv...
he had a ring on his finger
and was obviously drunk
and he seemed to have this look in his eyes
like he was
running away from something
or someone;
maybe life or
sadness

Drunk Tim got behind me
like they do in the movies
to "help my form"
in hopes to sink that last pool ball
so I could be proclaimed
                                               w i n n e r
Guess what?
His perverted tactics
worked
and
I
won

And  I didn't really feel like a winner
But I laughed
and smiled anyways
and ordered another drink
as I sat down
alone
with Tim

I told him about books I was reading;
Slave narratives
and what they meant to me,
and he told me about a manuscript
he had written on racism
in America
And I thought he was full
of ****

And finally,
he told me
I had "depth"

And it was then I realized
that maybe drunk Tim
wasn't
such a dumb,
sad
drunk
after all

Or maybe,
he is all the more

If I counted how many times a day I thought of you
It would be much too many

Having a hard time forgetting the way your face lights up a room
(Like a light that never goes out)

With the freckles below your eyes
And although I haven’t seen every inch of you,
I adore you

Your thoughts are like maps leading me to where I've always known but never had the courage to go
Your body is like a temple where I have always wanted to sit and listen quietly but never had the willpower to
Your face is like a prism full of love and the afterlife of which I have always wondered about but have been too scared to know
Your words are letters thats form on the tip of your tongue and drift out in perfectly formed sentences that I have never had the intelligence to create

If only I could get close to these depths of you that keep me so far away

Sometimes I can't take it
Sometimes it's all too much
The beauty of holding on to the world
Leaves me feeling out of touch

Sometimes I can't take it
Sometimes it's not enough
It's like the waves just keep crashing in
Beating you down so rough

Sometimes I can't take it
Sometimes I think I never will
But then I remember the sun
And how it's you, gleaming up over that hill

Sometimes I can't take it
Sometimes I know that it will be okay
It's usually when I look at you
And remember that these are just days

Just days passing by
No reason to get caught up
We can all take it
It will never be too much
and it will always
be
enough

I'm not so good at naming things
I don't see the importance or meaning it brings

I'm not very good at creating titles
I think too much, my brain goes idle

It's just something I'm not good at
I realize it, and embrace my flaws
It takes time and patience
To be good at anything at all

One day, perhaps, I will come up with something great
Until then, I am going to just keep writing and wait