The right decision never seems to come to me My words My thoughts Hurt everyone I love Everyone I know It feels like no one in the world is listening I feel like Shit Everything I think Everything I believe Everything I want All of it seems out of reach sometimes The only thing that…
My walls are crumbling I follow directions in my head that I can’t remember They always lead me to you Always
Neurons firing My brain focused on you My drug of choice Fixed on a notion of happiness I dive into a swamp of emotion surrounded by dreams Seeing only you in my minds eye I fall out of bed reaching for you You aren’t here I’m Not There I fall out of line I fall…
I’ve watched fragments of my heart fall like shooting stars Streaking across the horizon as I fall asleep alone under a moonless sky Waking in your arms next to crashing ocean waves my heart has found its home The great Pacific cleansing my path as your healing hands reassemble the pieces Like seashells we’ve collected…
I was abruptly awaken from a heavy sleep Out of my slumber passed dreams like a passing train As I dreamed I was back on Sullivan Street Walking creek side with Jimmy Sitting in the library with Ed Raising Hell in Sunday school Bruising our kness As well as our hearts ~ The phone ringing…
if you’re a Buddhist, or if you follow Buddhist philosophy then you probably believe that life is temporary. It’s a concept you can argue, but it’s valid none the less. Even as you’re reading these words the world is spinning all around you, and you are a few seconds older. I’d like to share something…
Yesterday’s son was angry He longed for attention to take his mind away from his thoughts He oppressed others to make himself feel more real He needed control There is no control Not in this life A life that is temporary ~ Learning of more than himself yesterday’s son finds comfort in nothingness Reaching to…
I watch as you slowly brush your lips with your tongue removing what was left of the red wine I envy every sip you take from your glass Watching your eyes catch fire, and losing my senses wondering when my flesh would feel yours pressed against it Soft and delicate Like a dream caught in…
My faith in you, and your words doesn’t exist You call me friend, and treat me like a fool Your heart is as dark as 3 AM on a night when there isn’t a moon, roaming the darkest room of a house, lying on the floor in the back of the filthiest closet, and hiding…
Across the field I watch the fog setting in As the sun sets in a magical haze of red Much like our hearts dancing in a field of daisies As I look deep into th blue eyes that found me ~ I see the photo of you hanging from the pin on my wall Your…
