I dream of people I want to forget as I sleep away days and days. Losing time and patience to get a semblance of happy little rays. Sunshine and smiles are scarce. Something out of nothing is the philosophy that keeps me going, that even I can achieve some greatness or just become a bit… Continue reading It Comes in Waves
Weird day. But, ya know, Langston Hughes always makes me feel good. Or better at least. Too Blue I got those sad old weary blues. I don't know where to turn. I don't know where to go. Nobody cares about you When you sink so low. What shall I do? What shall I say? Shall… Continue reading Hughes Blues Part Two
Every day I wake up and say to myself, "Alright, it's time to get crackin' on chapter ___, you've been wasting a lot of time." And more often than not, I go to bed without having written a single word. Not because I don't know what to write, but because I become overcome with this… Continue reading Self-Doubt is a Bitch
Don't forget the pain of a loss. Too much to be found at a great cost. Dying is easy. Just close your eyes. Living is a struggle once you realize that your wounds can be mended and what's important needs to be defended.
Nothing too simple, tomorrow or tonight, could feel so good or hide from sight. Success comes from those you touch. Even a bit of praise can mean so much.
Sure, I get dizzy on the comedown. Probably from the glint off that ridiculous crown. I hear that sound all too familiar now accompanied by headaches and morbid rhyme. Now is not the time to look to the ground but to band together in harmonious sound. I won't be the first nor the last because… Continue reading Numbers
Captive in a world I forgot where I learned to live and lived to rot. I saw fact and fiction that time that I sought freedom from rules and diction. I felt hope and regret from the friction of loss I won't soon forget. I learned from that blunder and many more yet in this… Continue reading Oh Wonder
What a shame when a dream opens and closes a door leaving you to work out, once more, what's real and what's not. Too good to be true, clearly I forgot that secret desires are just that, a whim when you're up to bat and never strike out. Put it to bed. A little thing… Continue reading Scattered Dream like a Far-Off Memory
Clouded by the future of a million uncertain things sutured in shrouds. False hope was never so false as to deny the weight of feeling good. But certainly there's light somewhere above those clouds, destined for greatness, seldom found. Some way I'll learn to find the sunlight on a rainy day. Until then, I'll stay… Continue reading The Sensation of Countless Raindrops
Honesty plays a quiet melody of two souls easily torn apart. Perforation, in the simplest terms, as things take little force to be doomed from the start. Of course, in the beginning there was nothing but the blinding sensation of one accord. And here I am, reflecting on the tumultuous silence of a thing that… Continue reading Tear