i am constantly hunting myself
in the darkness of my own shadow
lost only behind what i have left
worn smooth and faded gray from head to toe
i'm always one step ahead in the wrong direction

when do you wake up and realize the truth? you are 30. you are not fit. that is a nice way of saying fat. you have not "done" anything with your life. that is measurable by the grand standards of society at least. you have a job and guess what it sucks, but you get paid. you are far from being alone in life but most of your relationships are ( Read more... )

untilled like soil
baron raw earth
powerful unspoken truth

simple minded
there was no choice
but to ignore

the typical obsession
with others ins and outs
lost and left attention

heavy
words
deep
dark
thoughts
weighing
silent
burdens

hollow
whispers
deceive
dreams
thoroughly
wicked
stolen
beliefs

closed to the moment
the breeze lifts my lids
open not for the first time
to what is right in front of me

am i not an author
of the secrets i leave on your lips
of words left to be said
wasted not if felt for but a second
am i not a writer
of a life story
lived and told in the eyes of many
loved by my those who matter
lost only to time

i didn't know that i had pulled you so close. i can feel your thoughts like a pulse. beating and breaking walls. endless waves of questions. so intertwined with flame kissed lips. there is no end in this sense. wondering where we are now. how with out so much as a whisper so much has been said. saying so much with hands held and twisted ( Read more... )

sporadic to a fault
waiting for what waits on no one
loyal to life
lost in pictures and pitchers
fading all great romances do
realizing you and time can't casually date
this shit got serious
you were supposed to care
forgetful or just carefree
its all about what you wanted to say
a forest full of thoughts
with not an axe in sight

smiling in denial ( Read more... )

i think back on every thing i've done
the good man i was and the bad man i'd become
there is no pride to be found in my deeds
no great story in escapades of a whore
i drank i did i fucked every it that was easy
from that no legacy only short stories
only age and error have taught me the difference