Hayo...

Pieces of paper they are
Tear them up and they are gone

Towers of cards they are
Tip them and they fall

They tell us not to act out
To make believe it's alright
When its not.

They say it's not in our place to be God
But I don't see Him around now and then
Would you like to be Him
Just this once?

Let's play a game, save a dame
Distress calls go unheard
The motifs stay clear
Of the ongoing drama.

Why don't you say a word
When it could make all the difference
I may not be the shy type
But I don not like these silent confrontations.

I dream of wars when I lie next to you
I see your face in the crowd
I see them walking away
I see opportunities ungrasped

I'm learning to shut my eyes, close my heart
And ignore the waysides.

Temporary Overdose on Life and its Lessons

The principal contention holds out
That neither you or I or them
Are equppied with any sense
Of chivalry or honour or atleast courtesy
That might not for even a second
Suggest mockery of an insidious kind.

Life springs upon us the best and the worst
The warm and the cold
The cute and the ugly and the pretty
And then the nightmares and a not much better reality.

And it's hard to make a distinction
Draw a line
Make meaning out of a hapless situation
Where do our loyalties lie?

I know that nothing lasts
I know that mortality reigns
But I also know that these tears are real

What do we live for?

Anonymous

i want to fade into the nothingness

that is amnesia.

erase the mistakes. write over them.

or get a mask.

i

am tired of waiting

for things to happen to me.

i

want to break

free.

hide and then seek

you.

i need a new name

so they cant trace their lives

back to me or us or them.

but

here i am

waiting

like a tree

thats stuck to the ground

and can only reach for the sky

that's always

going to be a tad too outta reach.

fuck.

Introspect

Quite. Still.

Lost. Restless.

Within my little world.

And many have trodeen in and out.

And many have left. And many pushed to leaving.

And still some have stayed. Few. Rare.

I open my little diary. Pink. Again.

I know your regrets. I've carried them once.

And there's so much of shame. And there's so much of guilt.

And very little love. Be quiet. Be still.

I share my little heart. You. Here.

I know your touch. I know your taste.

And there's so much to give. So much to live for.

And time seems to be running away. Loud. Restless.

My heart.

Chemical Compound

Inched closer
With every syllable
We part with turned faces
Every note
Every chord
Of fragmented thought
Disfigures.

Time stood still
In that one tiny secret moment
I felt my heart jump
Shocked into motion
I wonder if you even noticed...
Probably not
A figment of sultry imagination...
The sun faintly taunts.

I could wish you into being
Right next to me
Inside me
Around me
Protected
Surpassing my expectations
That wither and grow
With passing moments.

But
You ARE here
Forever
Wherever
Doesn't really matter.

Go

Through our frail belief in magic
I remember how we made the world look small
Our hands following light green constellations
We watched how our time was crashing down on us.

Suffocated - we clawed our way out
I stayed, waited - subdued yet assured
In your strength and my stubborn stance
On everything that finally turned out to be false.

And there is nothing in me that hasn't been yours
There is no rebellion that wasn't once our cause
There is no shame in what's been lost
And there is no way i'll let you have the last laugh!


" Hmmmm.... So this one's to the bygones... People meet... Have a lot of fun... Then shit happens... And then you go your seperate ways... Simple enough right? Except what do you do with the part of themselves that they've conveniently left behind with you??! "