It’s time. To make time. To mend, bend, and break time.
Convientant store. Eating less and thinking more.
When the rain starts to pour I soak myself in the pure.
The near the nearly the here the there the far the inside outside future cars
space and time in my eyes stars we cry
and empathize and socialize and eating less and thinking more.
Loneliness and I aren’t friends.
Neither of us understood the other.
We argued for hours over the most minimal issues.
It brings a strange smile to my face now.
I just wish he was still around.
I’m breaking down like never before.
Sold my soul to get comfortable
and now it’s fading
and I’m feeling cold again.
I want to hold you
but I hold back.
What a strange sense of oxygen
What a strange moron I am.
I’m terrible insane
honestly
in every way.
Look in my eyes
tell me otherwise
you know you’ll lie
eventually
evidently, I’m unusual.
I despise perception believed to be concrete
there is nothing concrete
you little strange ones who believe
that nothing can be changed will always be
just enough
the enemy of the best
is
JUST ENOUGH
I’m so ill
my stomach churns
when I think of your satisfaction in the mundane
well go walk in your everyday glory
it will fade today or the next
nonetheless
sooner than later
you will see
eye for eye
shall never reign again
we live and bleed in different times
it’s more complex
it’s a sad fact that most of you cannot see this
but when it come down it it
loneliness and I were never friends
I don’t want to die alone
I think about future plans and such
and it makes me so anxious at times
but I inhale that next breath like it’s my last
because at any moment I could move or leave this earth.
I don’t need judgement but neither do you
so shut that door and open anew
I write this to tell you what I know
my lord how the times have changed
and keep changing so
nothing ever seems as good or as bad as it truly was
so take it in, soak it up, and let the good times roll.
I’m addicted baby, you can fill the rest in.
It’s better if you don’t know.
I don’t need judgement but neither do you
so shut that door and open anew
I want to be beyond the borders.
I want to see beyond te sun.
I want to leave this land forever,
and to leave nothing undone.
I want to run with all this magic.
I want to roll with every stone.
I want to capture you in photographs,
and get you to laugh, get you alone.
I want to travel upwards.
And play music in the sky.
Hear you words, your beats, your melody.
I want to be just you and I.
The moon might have footprints
or that could be a lie.
But I don’t worry
I just wander on.
And if your in a hurry
than I’m already gone.
Dear me, darling, this is just a dream.
or that could be a lie.
But I don’t worry
I just wander on.
Cause I’ve got plenty of years to live.
And I’ve got plenty of love to give.
And this is just a start.
With all the bruises on my heart.
I know if I got somewhere far,
I’ll pass the torch and use the light of stars.
or that could be a lie.
But I don’t worry
I just wander on.
Cause I’ve got plenty of years to live.
And I’ve got plenty of love to give.
I’ve got plenty, I’ve got plenty.
I’ve got plenty of years to live.
And I’ve got plenty of love to give.
With or without
all the souls they laid to rest.
I promise, always,
to do my best.
What I did and what I do,
may have been none or all for you.
Or that could be a lie.
But I don’t worry none.
I just wander, on and on.
Cause I’ve got plenty years to live.
With or without I’ve got plenty of love,
I’ve got plenty of love to give.
I wish you could roll me up in a quilt of quotes. Lay me down lightly and let me breath. Let me soak it deep into my skin. Let me ponder, let me wonder, let me meditate and appreciate. Let it become the most silent of sleep and let the day turn to dusk. Let the trees whimper in the wind and wave with the same rhythm of my breath. Let my exhale exclaim a phrase of grace and praise and let my inhale indulge in the oxygen of my surroundings. Let this rest be all that I need. Let me lay in a quilt of quotes for as little as an hour.
Give me the glorious, the glamorous, the fabulous, the inspiring, the bizarre, the eccentric, the divine, give me it all, give me it all the time. Give the beauty and I promise I will return it sevenfold. Give me the ugly, the vile, the destructive, the shameful, the horrifying, the simplifying, the dangerous, the wicked. Give me the absolute and let it become my resolution.
I wanna grow old but I wanna grow bold. I wanna know but I want the truth. Whether it’s dirty or shiny I want the wisdom not the knowledge.
And I wish you would roll us up together inside this quilt and tell me all the reasons why. I wish you would roll us up something sticky and make it icky. I wish you would sing to me, write a song for me. I would do the same for you, I would do the same for you. My promise has been and always will be to be your friend. Someone you can hold and someone to hold you when all the rest of the world has gone cold.
Someone who will wrap you up nicely in a colorful quilt of quotes. Someone who will speak truth no matter who it hurts. Someone who knows that the truth prevails. Someone who knows that whatever it is you are searching for they can and will do their best to be it or find it for you. You’re my moon and I am your sun.
Apart we are nothing but together we are everything. The universe is infinite what a pleasant experience this life alone has been. What joy, what sorrow awaits us in the world of tomorrow? Will our souls recognize each other? My, how, I cannot imagine not knowing you now. How I cannot imagine what a mess I would be without you.
And I could say you can string me along as long as you like but I’ve got a little truth in my pocket and if you pay enough attention, I’ll drop it.
I wanna be a runaway. I wanna run away.I wanna be a shooting star. I want to shoot a star.I wanna be, I wanna be.But none of this is me.
My vision is gaining on me while my hearing seems to cease.I’m all out of breath now, I’m all our of please.I tell you to stop, but you fail to listen.Even when I explain.Your ears are surely missing.Just like mine. Just like mine.We’re having the best and worst of times.I’m sick to my stomach.I’ve got a crack on my heart.It’s growing stronger.I’m getting weaker.
Soon I’ll fall apart.Completely,you complete me.But I’m desperate to lose.I’m desperate to self destruct.You and I are out of luck.I wished on stars.I ate several candy bars.I wanna weight a thousand tons.Help to explain why I ain’t getting none.The clock is ticking mr. man.If you think you can understand.Then wake the fuck up.I’ll shake you silly, I’ll fill your cup.Full and steaming at the brim.I’m not one to run with every whim.But this one tells me to stay stoic.To stay and pace and run in place.To hold my ground until it crumbles.Damn, this life is such a jumble.
I wonder where fear grows the most? Where the pain is unwavering in the soul? I ask so soft, so delicately for understanding. Up on illusion, I ran across the night sky. Clear my throat and tell no lies. No forgiveness yet no restraint. To have and to hold, to chock if I ain’t. Rumors are scabs, so ugly and noticeable when your picking at it, it will hide the truth from your face.
Something more or less sensational for your flesh. Is the question, we answer best?
But it’s touch and taste and sight and smell but hearing your breath, your voice turns a hell, to a heaven, as quick and as clear as I can handle.
What is my damage? What have I done? Am I only one person? Am I the only one? I don’t believe I put anything to rest with any sleep or poetry, it just gives me enough energy, enough emotion to function and each day I feel less and less. I feel now like all I really am is a beating heart.
I think, I do.
I think, I’ll try.
To pace the floor.
Refuse to cry.
Open the eyes,
the ears, the doors.
Break like a heart,
no love, forever more.
In the current setting,
a river runs fast,
a river runs free.
Circling me.
Cycle thinking, knowingly.
Surrounding, drowning, comfortably.
Numb is emptiness.
Numb doubts the obvious pain.
Sad but true,
etched in my brain.
I’m calm, collected, intense, insane.
Above average
but as the night turns
sweet or sour,
I promise to make my mind
at the end of the hour.
To hold close and fast
to a love said forever, to last.
Scared of pain but more
frightened of lonliness.
I pray, I beg.
This is my deepest breath,
to inhale the air so tight and strong
to hold onto your memory, forever long.
all the things you wish you could remember to forget to remember to feel.
