Everyone is cluttered at a crossroads wondering:
what to do?
Waiting for Life to finally follow through or
challenging Love to make Past's payments due.
Interesting,
how we find ourselves breaking down what seems whole
in order to fill our future up with something more stable.
Dauntingly,
we attempt to modify any regret into restitution
only to realize Regret is our own Failure's resolution.
In the end,
I see ourselves more lonely than we began.
Since no matter what we do,we can't escape Fate's plan.
Alone,
we often are thrown into this world
and alone,
we see ourselves out.
No matter how much Love and Laughter
we have always been about.
The simplicities and complexities coexist and, throughout life, I craft them. Here, I hand them to you... "I want to rewind every time because the words have so much meaning: they were there when nobody cared *always knew what I was feeling* -Sugar Ray
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Sunday, February 8, 2009
if you need to squeeze, in order to breathe...
You can never trust time in a time of letting go.
Forcing yourself to give up a glimpse of what you know
in an effort to let each other grow.
You can never trust the mind if the mind is willing to leave
the one place where you have found is exactly who to be.
Is it thoughtless if your thoughts just want to see?
What else exists for you if existing together is all you want,
your heart and emotions tease you with a game of endless taunt.
When we leave, I know your eyes will always haunt.
I can only write so much when writing has only brought me as much
as what I all ready knew. In hopes, I impart some wisdom to you.
Will we ever decide to run away? Or stay so long as we touch.
Forcing yourself to give up a glimpse of what you know
in an effort to let each other grow.
You can never trust the mind if the mind is willing to leave
the one place where you have found is exactly who to be.
Is it thoughtless if your thoughts just want to see?
What else exists for you if existing together is all you want,
your heart and emotions tease you with a game of endless taunt.
When we leave, I know your eyes will always haunt.
I can only write so much when writing has only brought me as much
as what I all ready knew. In hopes, I impart some wisdom to you.
Will we ever decide to run away? Or stay so long as we touch.
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