Fear,
Fear of the future, laced with hands touching skin,
What lies ahead, unknown.
If the same who occupy me now,
will choose to stay or go,
Who lies ahead, unknown.
We breathe a sigh, together now,
What happens if we can't work this out?
What lies inside, unknown.
An internal battle ensues,
My selfish nature overthrows the idea of growing up and missing out,
What lies ahead, unknown.
We are never scared to die because we're alone,
We fear the earth, the heavens,
What lies above, unknown.
-A
Sunday, December 27, 2009
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Coming Back.
I'm sorry I've been gone, my friend,
My journal, my unseen savior,
I know you haven't gotten the attention
You deserve, Deserve much better behavior.
I've been quite busy these days,
I've been in new things confiding,
Some children to make me feel as though,
My memories are reviving.
I've been running up and down stairs,
With a new little friend on my hip,
Even if he says my name with an extra syllable,
He can kiss me on the lip.
And though you used to be my only,
I made a realization,
That you are the thing, You are the one,
That left me sulking in my damnation.
So here's my apology, friendly foe,
I've been using you all along,
Like a crutch for the lame and healed,
I am sorry for all I did wrong.
I'm learning to be happy,
That the throws of young love are alright.
I'm learning to live this life of mine,
Instead of documenting the whole night.
-A
My journal, my unseen savior,
I know you haven't gotten the attention
You deserve, Deserve much better behavior.
I've been quite busy these days,
I've been in new things confiding,
Some children to make me feel as though,
My memories are reviving.
I've been running up and down stairs,
With a new little friend on my hip,
Even if he says my name with an extra syllable,
He can kiss me on the lip.
And though you used to be my only,
I made a realization,
That you are the thing, You are the one,
That left me sulking in my damnation.
So here's my apology, friendly foe,
I've been using you all along,
Like a crutch for the lame and healed,
I am sorry for all I did wrong.
I'm learning to be happy,
That the throws of young love are alright.
I'm learning to live this life of mine,
Instead of documenting the whole night.
-A
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
Seperated.
The world peels away,
so I am left here, standing,
Something to be said, but I've been too busy enjoying myself to say it.
It's like being lost in
A maze full of cotton candy,
You could get yourself out of it but you sure as hell don't wanna.
Even after feeling this,
Disconnection,
Nothing else exists, two mutual files in an otherwise empty file cabinet.
Best moments of my mere existence,
I can feel myself in that sand,
I can feel myself in those beds,
I know I'm felt there, I'm sure of it.
I am not there, but Oh, I am so far from here.
-A
so I am left here, standing,
Something to be said, but I've been too busy enjoying myself to say it.
It's like being lost in
A maze full of cotton candy,
You could get yourself out of it but you sure as hell don't wanna.
Even after feeling this,
Disconnection,
Nothing else exists, two mutual files in an otherwise empty file cabinet.
Best moments of my mere existence,
I can feel myself in that sand,
I can feel myself in those beds,
I know I'm felt there, I'm sure of it.
I am not there, but Oh, I am so far from here.
-A
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