Reload

So, I just sat here and read all the shit on this blog and I realized that I cannot stand the way I used to write. Yet I'm not sure I want something relatively 'new' out there for others find and critique and judge and say 'Oh, great. Yet another dark, emotional poet.' you know how they'll say 'poet.' They'll drag the 'o' out and drown the whole word in a dangerously vicious amount of sarcasm. '.....pooooooooet.' Insert air quotations. So here we are at a crossroads. I've given the world this post which shows that I'm here and explicitly tells the reader that I'm writing. Then you continue reading only to find that you get to see none of the fabled writing. Which leaves you with a choice: convince yourself that I'm selling wolf tickets and disregard me or trust and believe in me when I say to keep watching. You toooootally just got Jesus'd by the way. Good day.

Letting You Go To Let Me Go.

You're always there.
In the corner of my eye.
Just out of sight.

You're always there.
On the tip of my tongue.
Silent.

You're always there.
You've never left.
Never let me down.

And I know I broke your heart.
Know I took you for granted.
All I ask for is one last dance.
One last chance.

Dye

You're always so sure.
Your back is perfectly straight.
Your chin up.
You enunciate every syllable perfectly.

Inside-

You can die from the anxiety.
Curled in ball.
Sniveling like a child.
Holding an egg in your mouth.
One word, and you'll break it.
And your world will end.

But you'll hide it.
Gracefully.
Like white shirt that's blue.

Walls

I want to walk with you through this forest. But you won't
Let me. The walls you've built up keep us from it.
Once in awhile, they crack,
Very near to crumbling into dust. Will they
Ever come down? Will
You even let them? I'll wait it
Out though.
Until the day comes when they finally do, I'll be here

Make it Make Nonsense

The End:

I know who You are.
You're the sun shining bright.
While hurricanes devastate lives on the ground.
You're the wind on the plains carrying the seeds of future lives.
Ignoring the death of entire forests miles away.
You're the waves carrying lost sailors home.
But forgetting to carry fish from danger.
You're the whispers of the Best.
Making sure I ignore the screams of the Worst.
We'll never see the end of our journey.
Because sitting here on the grass is much more interesting.
The Middle:

Searching isn't what I'm doing.
I'm really not ready to find You.
Even though You are the better part of Me.
I'm always listening for your footsteps.
Always ready to run at a moments notice.
I'm not going to let You catch up to Me.
Because becoming the person I need to be will cause changes.
I'm just not really ready.

The Begininng:

We'll walk together down this road.
Where it leads? Neither know.
We'll just have to see to it we're prepared for the Best.
Because the Worst is what we're used to.
And the Best a story told to us as children.
We'll forever remember those stories.
Even though they were told just to get us to sleep.

Meaning Nonexistent

sixty seconds Until the future Is behind them.
Five steps between his Love and Her regret.
thirty Seconds before he decides To go towards her.
Four steps Taken away.
Ten seconds For conversation.
three Steps until their hands meet.
five seconds before he stops.
One step towards her.



sidenote: the rules of capitalization are so unfair to words trapped in the middle.

Explore

She asked me where I was.
And I didn't have a answer to give.
Because I was too busy thinking.
Trying to remember my times at sea,
The time I spent plowing through jungles.
Searching for absolutely nothing.
But her.