What does a man do with his time, when his time is meaningless?
When all the years of productivity, produces for someone else.
Fruits not eaten nor enjoyed seem to rot when put away,
For the promise of a future meal at a table you may not make.

How do you maintain a purpose, when you lose the sight of youth?
When your memories are dreamlike, and struggle for their proof.
When dreams intertwine with memories and the past it blends away,
And the plateau that you finally reach is just another dusty plain.

Confined upon the seas of time, this voyage we’re ****** upon.
Are we indentured to the helm of this mighty ship we’re on?
For billions seem to sail this line sans the few that drift away.
Who navigates the future, when the clouds block out the way.

What future shores do I hope to hear the crow call out to me?
When the journey nears completion, with no youth to reverie.
Will I come to on the beaches of a new and pristine land?
Or will the currents ferry me away, never to be seen again.

Look if you don't like my poetry
That's perfectly ok,
Lord knows I'm such a failure,
And they **** anyway!

If I had a dime for every poem or song I wrote
That never made it, I'd be a millionaire,
If I had to survive by my own creations,
Be my own boss, I'd be a total dead scare.

I have a little light left by the stream,
Between the narrow side walk
And the highway that ran over
My silly pointless nature dreams.

You don't know me.
You wouldn't even if you tried.
You don't know me.
You haven't seen the tears I've cried.
I've been so strong...
For so long.
I just want to give up now.
Not even my loved ones know this secret.
But I'll tell you just this once...
Sometimes its not the heartbreak that burns.
Sometimes its not the person who hurt you.
Sometimes its not the memories you left behind.
Sometimes...
Its when your drowning in the deep
Begging for help
Pleading for release
Then no one notices.
Not even the ones who say
'I love you'
But the funny thing is...
I bet now that you know.
Things will be the same.
I'll walk around with a heavy heart and bear the pain.
So I was right.
You don't know me.
Even if you tried.

I thought we were so similar but now I see the difference
You want peace and friendship
While I want nothing
You constantly make attempts
To rebuild a scrap of friendship from the fragile bond I set a flame
To re kindle a candle but hide it from inferno
To delete the awkwardness and hit undo to before
But I don't care
And that's what scares me
I thought I almost loved you
But like that I'm ready to go
I want to move on
To hop in a car and drive away from the dust that's choking me
Despite our bond the fire is done and I don't need to clean the ashes because the bond was severed and the scraps of love burned too.

I thought we could be sisters
The others called you that
To me you were still a friend
But perhaps you were more than that
But with your double edged sword you stabbed our strings
And cut out our hearts
The others will still talk to you
Worry and cry
Still save you from danger
Because you are thise sister
But to me you are gone
An empty shell
And any love I felt dissipated into the air
To see you killed and walk away
Would no longer phase me
All I think of you is hate
No r eminence of emotion

I thought you were a friend
We were never sisters
But you were always there for me
Someone to talk to about the light things
I couldnt discuss the pain but at least your voice could lift my hidden sorrow
But then I was ripped away
Pulled from you and my sisters
But somehow I forgot
To miss you too much
I lived my life
Forgot to call
Simply acted as though
You didn't exist at all
What ever love I felt for you
I learned to live without
And simply forgot
About the emotion I used to feel
When our times were more real.

I knew he didn't love me, but I adored him anyway. Our souls were the loudest, but only we could hear, so silent yet so there. I wonder when he stares at me as we laugh if he thinks I'm beautiful, when I smile and stop to greet people, and I can feel his gaze on me. Does he adore me. Or is it the same with every girl, who am I kidding, you're just a boy. I listen to classical music, and it makes me feel alive, but not like when you tell me goodnight.

Above and beyond the clouds of my endless sky,
I found a "small challenge" to finding my sweet,
She'd gone away to College and found a cute guy,
This is the reason each day I do not happily greet.

My joy is an illusion, I hide myself from the pain,
I beat this image out of my mind again and again and
Again. But still it returns-her and him-hell I've not even
Seen his face but I can imagine mine like a dismal disgrace.

I confess to the world I am a failure at best,
I had your hand, your heart but failed your test,
And now I am put back in my box to rust and to rot,
To be happy at the bottom is worse than sad at the top.