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Nick Moser Jan 2016
This is a collaboration work I wrote with a good friend of mine, Benjamin Patterson. These words are mine and his, and they tell a great story.*

Have you ever been down?
That dusty old road?
The one with no paths,
The one that grows old.
How did the young become proud?
How did they find it all?
Even though I hit the ground,
The hardest hit was the fall.
You know what they say.
“Turn the glass, spill the sand.”
I never felt so alone.
Without your hand in my hand.
I’ve been gone for so long.
Standing out in the rain.
I need to find a place.
Where I can just rest my brain.
No one stands when they fall.
The end was never so clear.
I always give it my all.
But I'm lost without you here.
Sure life has its ups and downs,
Even though I say I'm alright,
I scream out loud.
And again, I lay alone tonight.
There are no distractions.
I’m too busy thinking about any and everything.
After this past that I've been lain,
Just thought of what my future brings.
I've been through it all, the scars and the pain.
Riding on my Pegasus, I fell off into hopelessness.
I had made it through, I thought I conquered it.
But the past, which was you, came back and knocked me into unconsciousness.
I've been gone for so long.
Standing out in the rain.
I really just need to find a place.
Where I can rest my confusing brain.
No one stands when they fall.
But I always give it my all.
The end was never so clear.
I'm lost without you here.
I've tried my best, I've done it all.
Now I’m just standing out in the rain.
I survived the hit, but not the fall.
And now I’m laying here with scars mixed with pain.
Let's live in the moment. I'll leave the past behind.
I spill the sand from the glass.
We could be together again, or at least tonight we could try.
This moment will indeed be our last.

Life without you is like hope that’s lost in me.
I'll try to pull through, but will I?
I guess we will see.
Thank you Ben for this great work.
Nick Moser Jan 2016
Cinderella had her slipper, which was made of glass.
Something so small, yet, so delicate.

And I, much like Cinderella, have something made of glass.
Something so small, yet, oh so delicate.

It’s my heart.

And I think the clock just struck Midnight.
But only one of us can get our happily-ever-after.

And here’s a spoiler:

*It’s the broad with the wacky footwear.
Tick tock.
Nick Moser Jan 2016
I signed my soul over to the Devil the other day.

I was ready to do his bidding, if it meant a better life for me.

But all he said to me was:

*“**** kid. What kind of idiot doesn’t know how to write in cursive?”
He should have taken the deal.
Nick Moser Jan 2016
If I was to go broke today,

Would you put me back together?


Or find someone else with money?
Welp...
Nick Moser Jan 2016
Does a wish even mean anything anymore?

It seems that people wish and wish and wish,
More each day and day and day.

But they don’t receive any of their wishes, just more days.
It seems like it’s impossible for a wish to come true anymore.
I’m sitting here in this room and I’m surrounded by is troubled memories.
All these troubled images and feelings.

I look up to the clock and it’s 11:10.
Oh, what a time to be alive.
Because I know in just one short minute,
One little minute,
One rapidly approaching minute,
It will be 11:11.
And that minute seems to last forever.

It is in that minute that the dreamers and the believers and the prayers,
They all become the wishers.
They all wish for better jobs, or better cars, or better tomorrows.
But sadly, no one ever told them that tomorrow never comes.

Tomorrow is just a day away.
But tomorrow will never be here because when you get there it’s Today.

Tomorrow is such a strange thing.
But yet so many people wish for the pain to cease, tomorrow.
For the girl or guy to like us back, tomorrow.
We all wish to find a million dollars on the ground, tomorrow.

We wish, we wish, we wish.

In that minute at 11:11, we spend a lifetime wishing for something that we know we NEED.
We don’t WANT a new car, we NEED one to get to the store to buy groceries for our children.
We don’t WANT that other person to like us back, we NEED them to because we need a hand to hold, lips to kiss, and a shoulder to cry on.
We don’t WANT to find money on the ground, we NEED to because we’re running out of money to pay the bills, money to pay the rent, and money to live.
We don’t wish for things we WANT, we wish for things we NEED.

We need comfort.
We need happiness to come and see the way we’ve been living.
And for it to say “This person needs me.”

I wish we all had our wishes, oh that is what I wish.

Some people look at wishing as Child’s Play.
But I look at it as a lost art that has become unrecognized.

Because there are so many people in the World,
Wishing for a heart that needs healed.
A hand that needs held.
And for stars they need to show so they may keep wishing upon them.

Sometimes, when we wish for a better day, we get a terrible one.
When we wish for more food, we go hungrier.
When we wish for riches, we receive rags.
When we wish for love, we find hate.
Happiness, we find pain.
White, we find grey.

And sometimes we wish for the day but we find the night.

And if it was all up to me, a wish would come true for me and you.
Wishes would be like horses, and gallop toward prosperity.
Those wishes would be like spaceships, and fly to unknown places.
And they would save everyone with good graces.
Wishes would be like cars.
They’d travel oh so far.
Wishes would be like airplanes.
And probably do something that rhymes with airplanes.

Those wishes would save our souls.
Those wishes would make the World whole.

I wish everyone who wishes wishes would have their wishes come true.
I wish pain would turn into serendipity.
Sadness would turn into happiness.
I wish the World would be whole once again.

I would wish for a better today and to never see tomorrow if all it holds is pain.

I’d wish the whole World would be happy again,
And I’d wish you all the best,

But sadly, it’s now 11:12.
I wish.
Nick Moser Jan 2016
I looked in the mirror the other day.

And I was surprised to see the reflection looking back at me.

I was even more surprised when it said *“Hey kid. Guess I’m the better looking one.”
"Reflections of fear make shadows of nothing."
Nick Moser Jan 2016
I like to look at poetry like this:

It’s just like taking one step at a time.

Then I remind myself:

Walking can take a while to get you somewhere.
Poetry is eternal
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