What else really matters? After all your dreams have either failed or succeeded. After you’ve gotten everything or had everything taken away. After your thoughts have subsided into mere whims on what you want and what you are looking for. When you get what you want and realize it still doesn’t fill the void. When […]
Pretty
Be yourself Until timber rots Everybody wants what they are not No more hiding from made up beliefs From made up notions About you and your feelings Though how pretty they are? So pretty So nice And pretty Look how pretty How beautiful We all hope to be
A Mental Health Story: Part 3
Do you know what it’s like? Course you don’t. How could you? You are not me. I am not you. But at least we can get a little bit of an understanding underway, right? John would wake up every morning not wanting to get out of bed. Like most, but for him… it was harder. […]
None; Can’t Rush
You can’t rush perfection… You… have… to… take… your.. time… Because if you rush it you’ll fuck it up You can’t rush perfection… ”’Don’t you see that’s what I’m trying to do here What is perfection? What is perfection? Who are you? Try to seek it when you want to To do what you will […]
I Wish
I don’t want to grow up I don’t want to grow old I just want to stay right here Please freeze me in time With ream and rhyme This moment I wish to stay In any way As long as it’s still Lacking momentum and will Down to the deepest root Cold like me and […]
A Mental Health Story: Part 2
Not many days are filled with hope. If any at all. But this day. This day, John woke up feeling good. Not overly euphoric or rambunctious, but the looming cloud that has floated above his head and the black void in his heart, is lighter – dare he say, gone? John got out of bed, […]
At Least
Everything is cold Everything except my thumb and index finger Which are red hot The snow is cold The air is cold My heart is… My heart is beautiful Spending time with you makes it At least feels it Down the alley and through the mountains I dream, eat and breathe you Like I you […]
Smart
Sometimes I think I’m a genius But what about all the stupid things I’ve done Admittedly stupid A smart thing to admit
Busy, Real Busy
What does it mean to be busy? Is it measured by the time of day or the amount of effort? Or both? Perhaps it’s what you compare it to? Your normal schedule or something. Nevertheless, I think we can agree that when someone is busy, they don’t have time to do anything else. I’ve heard […]
Bumped
Stare at myself into a foggy mirror For no particular reason I’m fuzzy, hard to see Yet I still imagine it Bumped my elbow I felt no pain That’s good, or bad Maybe both Bit off more than I can chew Should learn for next time That’s all we can do
