are you still looking
for the remains of youth
forgotten after all these years
in a place you used to cherish
time has taken it’s toll
those bright shining hopes
have rusted in the rain
deteriorated to their core
no spark can bring them back
reflect on what you’ve lost
old memories have burned out
you’ll come to know this now
there is only redemption
in this charred collection
take better care of the future
cherish each moment one by one
or you’ll be bound to the same fate
as the broken past, repeating failures
Month: May 2019
gardner’s
you were out there
standing
in the middle of the field
rain was coming down
hard
but you stood still
i could see you
crying
with a smile on
you were just so
touched
by nature’s emotions
you became
overjoyed
that i cried too
just admiring
life
from afar
but that’s not
really
something new
pink neon (dawson)
i’ll be fine
by the next time
you catch me on
the corners of our
childhood streets
maybe i’ll look
just a little different
from the last time
you caught a glance
of my pearly whites
still wear jean jackets
with iron on patches
old skull pins
food stains remain
from the tenth grade
they finally tore it down
the building where we met
but just like all our
beat up old memories
it too is gone and forgotten
you can trace the rooms
recall the good times
still cry over the bad
wish you could go back
to try and hold on
but we just stand here
on the same corner
as the last decade burned
as we drifted apart
when the wrecking crew came
broke apart what we had
brick by sentimental brick
busted up pink neon signs
that i should have kept hidden
in my fathers backyard
i looked down the street
every night i left you
looking to the top window
waiting for the light to come on
before i went homeward bound
i’m not around these days
but i look now and again
i turn my head as i pass by
at odd hours of the night
but i fail to see your light
so i continue
with the past on my mind
as the night remains quiet
driving to my new life
on another street corner
waiting for a new neon sign