There came a day to say goodbye to Love-
It was on this coincidental day when we take a walk,
you can hold my hand but we choose to turn every once and awhile to look at each other.
we’re young and this sets the stage for every other time, we share something into the future.
it was drawn out, long winded and wordy, small words being thrown back and forth.
it feels like a story form, from foam, from forms of foam, it’s stormy remembering it was about- Love.
my eyes can’t keep themselves off your lips and they’re drowned in your eyes
why my being melts is a wonder to me
but existence is priceless
Should have known better
should have known, something
just what we think
the shape- ways
in the end it is
it’s Trying to change, and its all the same
right back at the start of the end
was it all wrong or was it all different
and the shapes are never the same
you can’t complete that which is not complete on its own
slipping between the moments
the keys can be heard and the doors are always better opened
let me close the doors
the person that opens the door-
that life is like glass transparent and fragile
it’s like… you know what i mean?
stop saying that- your repeating yourself
lets go back to the beginning, so…
it was all out and nothing matters- it was me, it was, her, now that i remember.
you know it all seems so far away and an age can be lived in one’s years.
Yeah that’s how it started, when direction was in flux, & the beach looks so much more beautiful when you don’t know what it means.
So this conversation has to happen- that’s what you think.
the most important thing is to just do , don’t over think don’t second guess,
do it how you want to do it, my way.
does it matter how to feel
how do you feel?
does anything change
do you want to hear what to say
where does what to say come from,
nothing can change the past-
to be in love and to feel love for someone,
we can’t be sold on love & security
there’s a couple of things to remember about, the then and the now-
purpose changes, and it’s hard sometimes to remember and within time there’s feelings
saying good bye was always hard when traveling, in the end though one always comes home-
sometimes home has no heart
goodbye time, goodbye-
letting go was easy when you had only to get rid of time, only to forget the past
it was all too easy and it means more just to waste times
the house was abandoned and she yelled at the top of her lungs.
cough up the blood and tell me what it taste like,
Acid in the mouth with a foul feeling in the stomach,
something was wrong, something was the matter-
My broken heart told me my last poem was based on a true story
it won’t help-
this changes nothing.
further between the lines
it turned into the worst
right back at the start of things
seeing the back of my head led me to realize
every time there’s going to be one more thing to learn
tomorrow waits for no one,
between the years time had given the seasons
between the end, time had forgotten its beginning
she told me everything that had to be heard
she told me never to forget her name
she said bring me security
bring me to the future
tell me all the worries of the unknown
bring me between my thoughts and tell me-
who you are
is who i am
Again, in a cycle of thought.
Again we started with a cycle of thoughts.
Once more- the impression of the cycle of thoughts.
It comes and goes but your reminded that the ending and the beginning will come again.
Again, it felt unusual to reoccupy the same space at a different time.
At the time the cycle is- perpetual, escape is impossible.
You couldn’t realize it, the end was being sketched out, ahead of time-
How could this be- Again?
Something other than what was going on was happening, again-
outside the car you couldn’t see the length of time it had lived through.
with a little smoke and some watery nights even then you still didn’t notice it.
Unassuming, and a weapon in disguise,
on the inside all the true love she had for everything showed and it could be further assumed that this was, because-
but the mere surface of the facade that lay at the foundation was for far better uses.
everyday, will never be the same-
Everyday will take its toll,
You are no better than the rest, no more lucky than anyone else-
your injuries will never be forgotten-
only the lucky get old,
and senility is the end of the beginning.
-people who back into parking spaces, are in a rush to leave and not in a hurry to get to there destination.
All the time in the world,
the time has come, all the clocks had the wrong time
and still there was so much more time to
laugh it up
he was the type to act out scenes instead of singing songs when he was alone,
and he didn’t know any better- he asked me once to get away,
thinking back to all those times
we were lucky to have one another’s company,
and he asked me to get away, the thought process was stuck
and sometimes we miss the ones that make us who we are,
who we became-
He gave away everything he had to,
he gave me everything he had to give,
taking was my pleasure and giving was their error
and he asked me once again to get away.
All the wrong things had pointed me to the right choice.
At the same time-
You were the best that all my wrong choices pointed me to, delivered in shadows.
At the same time, it wasn’t my fault, it wasn’t your privilege, it was our blessing and all the time had been spent thinking of all the other things.
Our diplomatic manners had principles of ethics- but at the wrong time.
This message had been understood many times and it was only through trying to redefine old terms that proof was found and paved a path to the past.
-at the same time, Hearing what you wanted brought you back, to a different music. The harmony is off and the discord is present but at times the rhythm seems consistent.
-it was bad, it had gone to worse before but, never like this.
the four walls around me laugh and prosecute every second of my frame in this cell
leaving me to die in an airless room was becoming my ironic disaster
my hearts beating rapidly and it seems like my vision is haunting me with my eyes closed waiting for my suffocation.
The devil let me know what had happened and brought me back to this style of reality-
in my cell he left me to wait, he said it would take my curiosity to dare its self further,
selling the last thing in my possession would be the end.
But- it was not being able to deal with the pride of responsibility allowed for the sins of the father to come to fruition.
It means more to some-
It means more to receive something someone wants you to have than to get something you really want.