We're never who we were
         last year
            or the year before
We change as we grown old
Letting our bikes rust in the rain
Because we never have the time to ride

We change as we grow old
           and we lose time
                  and we forget
                        Faces
                             Motivation
                                    Memories...
But I can't forget you.

Dream of me
At night when
You're safe
In your bed

Think of me
When your hands
Are idle

But don't
Make me stay

When you've had nothing but your thoughts;
And only yourself to talk to
You'll know me.
And then desire will eat you alive,
Replacing the empty spaces with loneliness.

When you haven't left your room in months.
Recalling the time you actually had friends.
Ones you haven't talked to in years.
Because they've all moved on.
And you're just alone in your room,
Wishing you had moved on too.

I still do things that I shouldn't do
And I still make the wrong choices
But I don't gamble like I use to
Way before I met you
Before you made me voiceless

I remember your long brown hair.
How your laugh sounded like a screeching bird;
And how you hated when I made you laugh
Until your stomach was sore.

I remember our first kiss,
And how you made fun of me
Every time I told you.

I remember when you cut your hair yourself,
And you were so proud you glowed.

But most of all I remember how you looked at me
With all the love in the world...

There are some who love only for a night.
Some who love until they find someone new.
Some who never love at all.
And some who scream their love to the moon.
Then there's me whose heart silently aches for you.

I don't love you
Not like like I should
I don't love you
I knew I never would
And yet I can't leave
Can't bear to break your heart
I don't love you
But I can't stand to be alone.

They hide under beds
In young children's' heads
They lay in waiting
Their attack we dread
We believe them myth
To ease our minds

We make them up
To tell captivating stories,
For villains in our games.
We use the name
To describe a cold heart being

So you see,
They are a part of us
In our history
Our fiction
And that makes us the monsters

Determined with a dedicated wraith was her anger,
Wanting vengeance for those who destroy her;
Myself being no exception

Smelling caked blood and tasting the salt
On my dry cracked lips.
I held onto the boat
For dear life as it was thrashed around.
The occasional loud splash
From the hungry beasts below
Filling my ears,
Along with the crashing of waves.
My life was in the hands of Mother Nature herself
And who knows what she has in store.

Laying in the closet
Unused, unwanted
Collecting cobwebs and dust
Buttons handing by threads

It looks like an overused rag,
Falling apart and stained
It a see many special occasion
And caught many a mess

It lays dormant in the dark
Completely forgotten about
Like a useless item
To be thrown away

Last time I saw you
You were the happiest person I knew,
And your favorite sweater was too big.
But that never stopped you
From wearing that faded blue pull-over.
That was the last time I saw you.

I still hear about you
From time to time.
You outgrew that sweater years ago.
And you outgrew me

It hides in the bush
Watching with large green eyes
Clinging to a twig with long legs
Though its body small in size

She takes her smaller mate
Who took the captivating bait
And devours him
Body and all, showing no remorse

Smooth like velvet clothes,
Light like a bluejay's feather
That flies with icy wings.

A love of mine smelled like
Summertime Strawberries
In the middle of fall.

You think you're so sly
With your ****** stained boots and cheap cologne.
But I have eyes in dark alleys
And in the bar you like so much.
And I saw you with your head between her legs.
You ungrateful ****.