It was as if he had swallowed milk and honey,
intoxicating all who listened.

His words melted reality and crafted illusions beyond her mind's eye,
evoking dreams from the broken fragments she claimed whole.

He painted her canvas with colors she could only fathom,
the charismatic allure surrounding the energy they shared.

They crossed paths in an unlikely time,
feeling depth beyond destinations defined.

How overly flawed
My mistakes are,
As they flew
Breathlessly
Under the skyline.

I exhaled those regrets
But they kept on
Rebounding
Back at me.

Mistakes
Mis
takes
Like graves
In the end
they
are laid out before all
to walk by and see
and say:
“that won’t ever be me”.

"PATHWAY"

Every mistakes you
made does
not break
you down.
They make
a broad
pathway to constructive success when smitten
mistakes it
turned experience
and  experience
is wealth
riches has
method. All
ways to doodle.
#c9_fm

copy and paste
copy and paste
slowly
my energy goes to waste

don't. no      don't do it
why can't i break the cage?
sick and tired
i am of this empty game

i'm a waste, i'm a waste
my potential slowly fades
not a gold child
but a fool's gold

copy and paste
copy and paste
the mistakes I make
never leave my days

You know that I do got that depression
You Did not give reason, I accept your concession
And let me be clear I did learn my lesson
But it’s like I’m the only one who’s confessing
We all made mistakes but you said it’s alright
But then you start yet another fight
Just cause you’re crying does not mean you’re right
And I’m still a human who cries when it’s night

_

Young and in love, two kids with a lollipop.

The future is theirs, a sundae with a cherry on top.


Honest and innocent, immature and insecure,

Both happy and scared, both hearts sure.


Nine months spent together, three spent apart;

Missing, Longing, and Waiting:

One year til two broken hearts.


3 days left, 2 heartstrings severed by 1 lie.

"I talked to her!" Said her friend, "Come over, let's have a beer and get high."


"Well?! Why hasn't she called?  She's barely written..."

Jealous and wicked, she lies, "With another she's smitten."


The room spins, the floor falls away, the lights start to flash.

My cigarette just burns, the beer tastes like ash.


I expected to be abandoned, I always knew I'd end up alone.

Fool, I stayed when she said, "You're too drunk to go home."


I didn't deserve a second chance, nor should I have wasted,

But I couldn't speak, twisted, conflicted, and consumed by self-hatred.


I blamed her and her friend, I tried to hide it by running non-stop,

But in the end, it was my hand that broke the lollipop.