Ghosts of YesterdayOur innocence, it fades,Becomes this brittle hazeShattered, like our memories,These ghosts of yesterdayMy youth pulled from under the bed,Dusty as however many years that I've got leftBetween the nighttime romps and cigarettes,This old skin tastes stale, with bitternessAs the dust dances in the light,Without regard for my teary eyes,It's like looking back through the years,The struggles...the fights, and all the needless fearsThe past, it calls my name,Though it's gone, it haunts me just the sameIt reminds me of the things I've seen...All of the places that I've beenThose shadows are there, seem crystal clear,Always in my dreams...they reappear...!So strong...so strong, for so long,These ghosts, they won't leave me alone...!So dismayed...dismayed and betrayed,It feels like I'm turning over, inside my own grave...!Angry words...in burning nights,Every breath I'm taking, I'm fighting to save my own life!And they...they won't go away,They are staring me in the eye
Upside Down Heart on DisplayYou stole my heart,From under my pillowYoure turning me into a puzzle,And Im in danger of falling to piecesYouve turned my world upside down,So Im being chased by hungry butterfliesAnd I wouldnt have it any other way
All For YouYou question my motivesand possibly my being,yet there's one thingthat you failed to notice,everything I doand everything I amis all for you.
Into Dusti fear that i'mfalling for youandfalling into youi am not dustnor am idirtyet you stillmanaged to sweepme right off ofmy feetyou flashed me a smileand batted your eyestalked to me in thatangelic voiceand it didn't take much elsebut i'm afraidafraid that i'm fallingtoo fastand without adequateprotectionthough when i lookinto your eyesall fear is removedand i feel completelylost inside of youthe depths of thoseauburn pools coulddrown even themost evasivei'm worried that thepieces that areleftwon't be enoughfor all the lovei'd have for youis there even any more roommost of what's leftis turning into dustand falling apartpoor assemblyafter manybroken endeavorsyet i'm still fallingfor youand falling intoyoui've got nothing to losebut everything to gainand each moment spent wonderingwhether or not to take the plungeis a wasted moment that icould have spent with youi worry that i've missedmy window of opportunityand that you've moved ona
hypocrite[but you wear a mask, too]
love poem for a poetand if you ever complainof writer's blockI will hold youyour chest pressed to mineclose and warm and quietand trace every wordthat's been eluding youonto the blank pageof your back
Holding your need.A little painA little needA little beggingA lot of wanting you on bended knee.A little suckA little biteA little gaspA lot of wanting all that isn't right.But then right and wrong is in the eye of the beholder,Or the holder of the blade.
Until Morning ComesWell darling, I've never beenmistaken for some kind ofRomeo, with a mastery of wordsreserved for only the greatestof poets.I'm not great at expressinghow I feel, especially notverbally. Typically myways of expression are moreof a physical facet,involving splintered doorsand remodeling of drywall.There are better men out thereand to that no one will contendbut I wasn't lying when I toldyou I'd be there til the bitter endand even through all the damagethat's been done, and though timedrifts wayI'd still die to hold you todaylike the days past.Well I don't need much elsein this world butsome signs things will get better.When you were the reasonfor everything I've donewhat is there to dowhen you're no longer around?So lower me down and hopeI don't resurface, becausewithout submersionthere's no drowning me out.Tell me you aren't lonely,because misery loves companyand I know you can'ttell me you are at homewhen home is where the heart isand I'm miles away
deep inside there is even less"It is like walking on a cloud, except that it is easier to fall down."They call you an angel, your frail wings weighted down by the dust of your uselessness, but I know that by the kaleidoscope pressed to your chest, past your constricted lungs, and your crumbling bones, that you have a heart.One that only an angel, like you are, could not only hold; but withstand. Withstand the reasons that love's hands reach higher to the skies (to the stars, away, and away-farther and farther), and it's mourning songs. The ones only your ears can hear. The songs that make love so miserable.
No ClicheThis is no clichéIm not looking for butterfly flutteringsOr firefly lightsIm looking for simplicityI want someone who accepts me,For meWho doesnt criticize me,Who makes me laugh at the slightest thing,And you know?I think Ive found them.
OctoberSerenity, I fell to sleep,And hid behind a deeper darkThat fills the chambers of my chestAnd slows my bloody racing heart.Then foolishness, I dared to dreamThough not of clockwork silver screenNor movie stars or speeding carsI dreamt I was below the stars,And there you were and there was IWith grass below and light aboveOur lamp the spreading summer sky.So need I even speak of love?Or shall I only sally onWith baubels here and trinkets thereThe way your eyes closed in the nightThe shapes my hands wove in your hair?I woke to pearly winter lightAnd found no shred of comfort there.
For These Things I AmFor all the things I couldn't do,For all my plans that fell through,For the lies I told in lieu of truth,I am sorrowful.For all your tomorrows that wouldn't come,For all my wrongs in their awful sum,For the words I used that made you glum,I am regretful.For all the smiles you put on my face,For all your beauty and all your grace,For the warmth you gave in each embrace,I am joyful.
Good Leads to GoodbyeI wish I could be the guy that kept you up at night. The one you would lay in bed thinking about for hours. The one you couldn't keep out of your thoughts. The one that stayed in your dreams. The one you'd see in the hallway and lower your head because you are blushing, and afraid of being noticed. The one you'd tell all of your friends about, chatting them up and subtly trying to sneak in information about me you found out through whatever means, and would eventually make every conversation a transition into an excuse to talk about me. The one who would make you smile just from random thoughts about me.If I'm not the guy you're looking for then tell me what I've got to do because honestly I couldn't be more willing. You say you're not my type, that you aren't the girl for me, but I refuse to believe that the problem is you. Because if the problem is you then there's no hope that we could make things work. Don't give me the it's not you, it's me bullshit because I don't want to
About That Placei've spent so much time tryingto return to that place thati'm not sure of it's existenceany longershe took me to a distantworld far from heresomewhere so alienand foreign to meit was an ignition offeelings that ihad never experiencedit meant the world to methat she would showme her worldand she was in controlwith both hands onthe steering wheeli played passengerand never back seatdrivertrusting her fully totake me to mydestinationwherever it may beand so i was askedwhat would you doto return to that placethe place you've beendreaming ofever since it wastaken from youand my only responsewasthere isn't a loti wouldn't doto go back.
Deception - Short PoemsPhotographs can tell the most beautiful liesIt can capture insincere emotions with such credibilityThat you, yourself can be fooled by your own façadeJust like this photograph of you and meWhere our lips meet in a tender kissUnveiling our love story to the worldA story filled with heartbreak and agonyAnd yet we seem so happily in loveThat I can dissolve in the solaceOf this photographs sweet deception.-------------------------------------------------------------------------------EverydayI fabricate a smileTo deceive all those who surround meJust so they are unable to enjoy the pleasureOf witnessing my pain.-------------------------------------------------------------------------------Our hearts deceive our mindsInto believing that our love is reciprocatedWhen in truth, it is as one-sidedAs the reality of a two-faced lie-------------------------------------------------------------------------------When Id least expect itYoud creep into my mi
AffectionIf I could spreadaffection faracross the worldwith the blow ofa dandelion,I would.I would so loveto watch the whitepuffs float to meettheir destination.I want to see more eyes,lighting up like fireflies;finding their way home.