Author: ace mars lest july

no fun, is it

i don’t plan to frighten you
woth my long winded tales
of the fears of the future
and growing older

so take it with a grain of salt
not all that is predicted
will eventually come true
the rest is up to you

look back on your past mistakes
they will serve true
to the actions you take
going forward through

best not to linger
on unchangeable things that
end up keeping you awake
in the middle of the night

don’t let mornings be ruined
before they get a chance to start
don’t take my words too seriously
or keep them close too your heart

misperceptions of the past

can you look me up
on your fingers
i know you love
to hear my name
does my face
come to you in dreams
is my voice
hard to erase

you had been
too far gone
for so long
can you reconstruct
a memory of me
in your mind
to play along
without uncertainy

mishaps of the past
ruined the old bonds
severed by mistrust
will there be one
to change it all
fix these constructs
so you can come back
a better version of you

road trip (you)

if i wasnt flying
i guess i’d take the bus
if the sun wasn’t rising in the morning
you’d write the day off as a bust
but don’t get so frustrated
if you let every little thing win
you’d have so much trouble trying to begin
we’d get there eventually
all in due time my love
even if it took a few days
just another place to get out of
i’d be glad it was with you
all the time we’d spend together
i’d never have a bad day
even under gloomy weather
when we reach our destination
i hope we never forget
the journey it took to get here
as we sit and watch the sunset

hard setback

if the cut on your lip
bleeds onto the floor
do you still weep
blue to red
the change is the same
leaving you without
the sensation of pain
does it add up
in the long run
or does distance fall
shortly before losing
the point of it all
fortune favours you
the deafening voices
attend to your desires
in empty places
where do you hide
when there is nothing left
to conquer and divide
among the armies
throughout the age
take a step back
see what remains

as the year retires

“they are smaller.”
“well up here, of course they are.”
“no,” she said as the wind took her hair and covered her face, “i mean to us.”
i moved the parted hair from her face and looked her in the eyes, “but we don’t know any one of them. how do we know how large or small they are?”
“every one starts off small to us, it’s only once we get to know them that they become larger to us. the successes, the hardships, the lies, the loves – the lives they lead. it’s amazing how someone so small to us at first, can become the biggest thing in our own life.”
“i see what you mean, but, that means most of everyone will remain small to us then,” i said looking off over the escarpment.
“it’s the sad truth, i suppose,” she sighed and then began to smile, “but it’s always worth it to try – you could find that someone who compliments you perfectly.”
i held her hand as we both stared out to the city below, the wind still whistling against us as the year ran out it’s final minutes.