Friday, August 21, 2015

Goodbye?

The past two weeks have been a nightmare. We don't talk. Or rather, you don't reply. My words fell on deaf ears before, but not like this. For more than a moment, I thought... I believed things were changing for me. You made me feel so close to complete. I stood at the edge of oblivion and thought you were a light to guide me home. Instead, you blinded me just long enough for me to not see that I had already fallen. I don't know what I did to deserve that. Did I wrong you in a past life? For the briefest moment, I thought maybe you'd catch me for a change, but no... That was only a dream. Even now, I'm still reaching for you, knowing you're not there.

I don't think it matters any more. If I died tonight, I'd smile, knowing it's finally over.

Truthfully, even while hurting, I can't do anything less than love you.

You'll always have a piece of me.

But that piece is my foundation.

Without it... I can only crumble.

Tuesday, August 11, 2015

GnR - Oh My God

Ran off the road...

So, some asshat cut me off today and ran me clear off the road. Thankfully, I didn't hit anything. I couldn't help but to think of this when it happened.


Anyway, just thought I'd share that. It's just one of many things that sucked today. And "sucked" is putting today lightly. I'm trying not to be a...certain person today.

Another New Project to try...

I found the tattered folder of my old poetry. I've had quite a bit of writer's block for years and just gave up. However, in lieu of the writer's block, I think I'm going to try to convert all these old poems (regardless of how bad most of them are) into digital form. As I do, I'll share some of the better ones.

Mind you... "Better" doesn't necessarily mean "Good."

"We're the ones who still believe..."

"Silently reflection turns my world to stone
Patiently correction leaves us all alone
And sometimes I'm a travel man
But tonight this engine's failing
I still hear the children playing"


The Killers - Tranquilize Lyrics | MetroLyrics 

Friday, August 7, 2015

"Use To Be" (Old Poetry)

I'm fairly certain that this was initially meant to be a song. Call it a hunch.

We're as ghosts to her
Like Some Bad Dream
The loudest whisper
Her quiet scream

Ink on the walls
Blood on the paper
Crying for help
With no one to save her

And I tried (3x)
To take her higher

But she wasn't there for her
And I wasn't there for me
Pictures can now only show
Shadows of what we use to be

A life of love forgotten
Or maybe denied from the start
Solitude and ignorance
Always drain the bleeding heart

She was alone in the crowd
When we ignored the signs
Tired of it all
Her razor drew the line

And I tried (3x)
To take her higher

But she wasn't there for her
And I wasn't there for me
Blood can now only show
Stains of what we use to be