Category: poem

it doesn’t matter anymore
you can walk through that door
you can give up on yourself

used to be just you and me
as happy as could be
but what was it all for

doesn’t mean it didn’t matter
that our hearts went on to shatter
against the odds – we played on

now i’m just sitting here
looking in a broken mirror
reflecting on, reflecting on us

though time might be what changes
though we have less frequent exchanges
i’ll still be easy to find

i’m looking to the future
but man, i’m not sure
i’ve got what it takes to survive

left to my own devices
my worries and sacrifices
don’t know my next move

if i cut the corners too close
take too much and overdose
what will they think of me

let alone all my troubles
play for keeps and doubles
my worth just ain’t what it used to be

it’s not like i really struggle
things pile up, i start to juggle
till i get egg on my face

be that as it was
i did it all because
i loved you

if i fight it off
what do i truly recieve
minutes of disdain
to rattle in my mind

to give in
to forget all
become complacent
with it’s warmth

but to break away
seems impossible
a tight grip
over my throat

underneath the lights
just a chemical reaction
of cells in restoration
microscopic repairs

with the door open
i stay in the cage
leaving only
when i’ve come to accept

i’ll return
every night
until this prison
becomes a tomb

i used to be around town a lot
but i got caught up
in a fit of anger
with a hatred filled landside
that swept away the good in me
depriving anyone from seeing
the true blue inside
of what eventually became
the shallow organs
that i can place a blame on

so i havent shown my face
around these sharp corners
for fear i might just
break out in a fit of rage
when im left to my own devices
i feel weak without my vices
so the smoke that exhales
from my gasping lungs
is the only truth that remains
of the bitter part of my soul

not that i don’t miss you
or the landmarks of my home
but i get caught up
in endless conversations
that turn into arguements
about whether or not
i have a purpose here
in an unfamiliar tone
or if i truly am better
off all alone

for your sake, i hope you know

hard to imagine
this empty field
with quiet stands
chained off fences
and a lone wind
whispering through
had so much life
the day before

not a sight of grass
to be seen at all
occupied spaces
with content faces
overpouring their seats
crammed parking spots
all for loud
explosions in the sky

the contrast
is bewildering
odd locations
change to suit
peoples needs
from barren lands
to celebratory grounds
it all depends on the day

as i pass by, the quiet cuts the night

what are you waiting for friend
are you waiting for the end
did they tell you a lie
make you look up to the sky
before they let you down

you know i used to think the same
as i went down the drain
i thought they really cared
with the lies they shared
only to see it all too late

but i’ll be there, friend
we’re busted, but we can mend
what was it you always said
better to defy then be dead
words to live by