Sunday, December 15, 2013

I think this year I've lost more than I've found.
It spun me 'round and knocked me down and dragged me out.
But no matter how I find myself falling in around you've been my sore eyes and solid ground.

Monday, January 28, 2013

Pieces

How can something that made me feel like I could take on the world, leave me with the world on my shoulders? If this life is like a rose, it's not its thorns I fear, but the petals that adorn it. Its beauty as quick to capture you as it is to leave you.

They wilt and die, only to litter the room they once decorated. Their falling petals akin to pieces of our shattered dreams.

A Life Wasted Away.

They say all I am are wasted memories and wasted opportunities.
So I drink to find myself. Then I drink to forget.

Waiting

And the wind began to blow, and all the trees began to pant
And the world, in its cold way, started coming alive
And I stood there like a businessman waiting for the train
And I got ready for the future to arrive

Saturday, January 12, 2013

If You Were A Movie, This Would Be Your Soundtrack

You can't fight the tears that ain't coming
Or the moment of truth in your lies
When everything feels like the movies
Yeah, you'd bleed just to know you're alive

And I don't want the world to see me
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am

Thursday, January 10, 2013

The Way I Fell In

I spend my days fading away, like your memories. I've tried so hard but you just stay.
I still feel everything
I hate the way you look through me as if I'm only the wind

Monday, July 2, 2012

Alive In The Lights

From the beginning I knew I was different. I embraced it, but you didn't. I won't fall like the rest of them,who have come and gone with the wind. I hear the doubt in the back of your mind but still I'll see this through to the end. Maybe if you paid more attention, asked more questions and actually listened you would see this is not just a dream, but a path I've chosen that means everything to me.

What more do I have to do to finally prove myself to you? What is it that you need to see to finally believe this is who I'm supposed to be? Most days I feel like your punching bag, but I will never let it hold me back. I just wish for once you knew how it felt to be brought down lower than everything else. Don't you care to see the difference I've made? Listen closely, the highways call my name. Don't you see this is my everything? It may not seem right to you and you might not approve but it's real. This is the only thing that makes me feel. This is who I am. This is my life.

What will be written on your tombstone? You sat behind a desk. You had no backbone. What will be written on your tombstone? You sold your soul, grew old alone. Would you prefer that I become a lifeless, hollow shell such as yourself? Would you prefer that I give up my dreams and lose all hope just like everyone else? Don't you see the lives that have been saved? Listen closely, the highways call my name. Don't you see this is my everything? It may not seem right to you and you might not approve but it's real. This is the only thing that makes me feel.
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