IT'S ALL ABOUT ME  

No matter what it is I see
If I really want to be free
I've got to remember
It's all about me

It's all about me,
It's nothing you do
it's all about me
I'm telling you who
It's not about you

I used to think it was all about you
The things you would say and do
Now I know it’s all about me
And not about you

If my sky is grey
Or if my sky is blue
My sky's about me
And not about you

Sean Hunt   2011

I take two,
double the suggested dose
but as I look at the clock
and notice the time
I get tempted to take more.
For it’s 2:18 a.m.
And nothing else will help me
at this point

2 am eyes open wide,
thinking about my life.
Silence envelopes my mind,
just me and the night sky for a while.
I wander near your angel face,
but you're sound asleep and I'm in the nights embrace.
Sometimes I wish that this would change,
but it's just me & the night for the rest of my days.

i was a mere withering grass, you were a morning dew.
you succumbed to the power of gravity, i let the wind blew me away — we crossed path.

i was a palpitating mess with faint pulses beneath my skin;
and so were you, i found out.

we still are.

Through this weighted and wanted life we live
Handshakes, hugs, and smiles we give
Patience and temperament tried
Will broken and tears cried
There's a lot more to life than just surviving

Life's greatest pleasures
Lie within the smile of a child
Or the whispers of the wind
The only mysteries worth solving
Are those that lay within

Have you ever watched the sun chase the moon?
Did you know it was just another love story?
Our unique perspectives are what make us
And it's okay for us all to be different

This is something that makes it so special
When we cross paths with those who we can relate
A kindred soul
Someone cut from the same mold

Keep your happiness simple
And you will see
Not only will you survive
You will thrive
And be free

The house had burned down
Though the home was destroyed
Long before the curling flames
Ever touched the old wood

Every night she drank
Far more that she should
And every chance he got
He left her for someone else

Always yelling and fighting
They were never calm or sober enough
To spend any meaningful time
With their only daughter

She was a lonely young girl
Who walked on eggshells
A girl with beautiful black hair
That covered the bruises well

She would stay in her room
Trying her best not to get involved
Hoping the extra lock on the door
Would hold out one more night

She never wanted to go back
But if she didn't it would be worse
She thought as she came home
On an overcast fall day

Besides, They were always
Passed out drunk anyway
By the time she came home
From school or practice

Looking up from the ground
She saw a strange sight
Deep black smoke filled the evening air
Where her house used to be

She knew better than anyone
Her parents were still in there
The fire blazed in her eyes
And something kindled in her heart

A breif grin came on her face
As she put her hood up
And walked off past sirens and lights
Into the cold autumn night

one day i will stop writing
dead poems to dead lovers
but my feelings
have a tendency to hold on-
i read over memories of you
like scripture
because if i forget the pain,
the sentiment, too, is gone