Life is living me
It’s time to take back your life
Or that thing you call one
Living and breathing
Walking a line
That’s been drawn out for you
Keeping your head down
And your soul lower then low
And when you meet eye of wonder & triumph
You look away instead of head on
Keeping your self from living
The only life that’s been handed to you
Live it head on
Or not at all
Words that have no meaning
That leave thousands of questions in its wake
They sound so rough around the edges
And I wonder if I should believe them
Every word slathered with lies
Holding on to a memory
So far from us you see
We can’t make a difference
About how we should be
Together forever is no longer a dream
But a memory
That won’t be missed
The tides rip against one another
Clashing of waves
Leaves this impending doom in its wake
Leaves your heart stuttering
And your mind imaginative
I’ve dreamt of you
And loved you
And our time together is but a memory
A time when we were happy
And I refuse to look back and cry
Because clearly you didn’t love me
Melody and rhythm kissing ever part of your lith body. Music coursing through every cell in you. Heating you up from within. Making the rush so much deeper the intensity of the beat livening you up for the first time every fibering of your being chasing away the memories
The worlds spinning off its top we spin in this endless abyss of time we shatter into nothingness like we never were we stay at a standstill of memories and longings that never were but we hope for the best in this life that we suck dry of innocence and love.
Lost and confused
Here I go again feeling all abused
Can my mind be any more a blunder
You don’t wonder
But I
Can’t stop
Thinking
What IF?
People are lost in the world. I guess you can say the lights are on but nobodies home. Hands over their eyes with whats real and whats unrealistic. You wonder if your the only person with thoughts of common sense and realistic wonderment. Living in a daze and speaking with only ignorance but that doesn’t make anyone blissful. Well does it? The sharpest sense of “Why?” always hanging on the tip of your tongue. Everything that’s said and done around you, you wonder if the others around you creating havoc and speaking lies are honest doubting if every word spoken is real. Because how is it when conversations are coming about no one has anything meaningful and true to say? How are you not filled with questions, questions I am filled with and so badly want answered?. Yet when your eyes are peeled back seeing whats in front of you for the first time how can you not ask yourself questions only you can answer…how can you still stay blind to whats right there?
