How could you do this to me?
How can you just sit there,
Acting like
nothing is bothering you?
How can you act,
Act like your world is just
fine?
Can you see who I am?
Can you see what this is doing to
me?
This feeling is something all to familiar,
The feeling that I feel
right now.
I bet you know the feeling too,
There is no need to go into
detail.
Wait.
Wait for the hands of time to move.
I
contemplate a thought....
Could this be my own doing?
What if it
is...
I never wanted to give up,
Giving up is for the weak.
But
how does it flow,
If holding on is the center for pain?
Could my own
love makes this worse?
....I do not know how much lower you can go from
here
Saturday, December 29, 2012
Friday, December 28, 2012
The End of A Journey
How could you do this to me?
How can you just sit there,
Acting like nothing is bothering you?
How can you act,
Act like your world is just fine?
Can you see who I am?
Can you see what this is doing to me?
This feeling is something all to familiar,
The feeling that I feel right now.
I bet you know the feeling too,
There is no need to go into detail.
Wait.
Wait for the hands of time to move.
I contemplate a thought....
Could this be my own doing?
What if it is...
I never wanted to give up,
Giving up is for the weak.
But how does it flow,
If holding on is the center for pain?
Could my own love makes this worse?
....I do not know how much lower you can go from here
Round and round those tics go tock,
Where to go from here is unclear.
How about this...
How can you just sit there,
Acting like nothing is bothering you?
How can you act,
Act like your world is just fine?
Can you see who I am?
Can you see what this is doing to me?
This feeling is something all to familiar,
The feeling that I feel right now.
I bet you know the feeling too,
There is no need to go into detail.
Wait.
Wait for the hands of time to move.
I contemplate a thought....
Could this be my own doing?
What if it is...
I never wanted to give up,
Giving up is for the weak.
But how does it flow,
If holding on is the center for pain?
Could my own love makes this worse?
....I do not know how much lower you can go from here
Round and round those tics go tock,
Where to go from here is unclear.
How about this...
Call It What You Will
A mistake.
One mistake,
can ruin a good thing.
One mistake can ruin someone's life.
One mistake can lead to one mistake,
One mistake can lead to every mistake.
Be careful what you chose,
Because it could be a mistake.
A mistake can slide
Or a mistake can take everything with it.
A choice is best kept under thought.
A thought is not what can get you into trouble,
But too much thought will.
One mistake,
can ruin a good thing.
One mistake can ruin someone's life.
One mistake can lead to one mistake,
One mistake can lead to every mistake.
Be careful what you chose,
Because it could be a mistake.
A mistake can slide
Or a mistake can take everything with it.
A choice is best kept under thought.
A thought is not what can get you into trouble,
But too much thought will.
Saturday, December 22, 2012
Repition of Life
Life for some is a game,
and for others life is life.
Not something to be taken granted of,
rather something as never getting a second chance.
That second chance could redefine everything,
so why not justify the situation the first time?
Second chances never come
because the first moment will never happen again.
Leave no regrets on the table,
it may be a lonely life, this can be proved true.
A life worth living?
Yes, indeed.
For when they head lay on the death bed,
one can lay a happen one...
With the one who appreciates those ideas the most.
and for others life is life.
Not something to be taken granted of,
rather something as never getting a second chance.
That second chance could redefine everything,
so why not justify the situation the first time?
Second chances never come
because the first moment will never happen again.
Leave no regrets on the table,
it may be a lonely life, this can be proved true.
A life worth living?
Yes, indeed.
For when they head lay on the death bed,
one can lay a happen one...
With the one who appreciates those ideas the most.
Friday, December 21, 2012
That Old Race Against Time
Time, time time,
Who has the time?
As the tic goes tock,
Are you staring at the clock?
Who has the upper hand
You or time?
Revolving around the cycle that is a clock,
Life as we know it is forever in a circle.
Do you have the wheel turned,
I bet in your mind three lefts make a right.
Going against the hands of time,
Who would win that battle?
Who has the time?
As the tic goes tock,
Are you staring at the clock?
Who has the upper hand
You or time?
Revolving around the cycle that is a clock,
Life as we know it is forever in a circle.
Do you have the wheel turned,
I bet in your mind three lefts make a right.
Going against the hands of time,
Who would win that battle?
Thursday, December 20, 2012
Who Will Win That Battle?
Time, time
time,
Who has the time?
As the tic goes tock,
Are you staring at the clock?
Who has the upper hand
You or time?
Revolving around the cycle that is a clock,
Life as we know it is forever in a circle.
Do you have the wheel turned,
I bet in your mind three lefts make a right.
Going against the hands of time,
Who would win that battle?
Who has the time?
As the tic goes tock,
Are you staring at the clock?
Who has the upper hand
You or time?
Revolving around the cycle that is a clock,
Life as we know it is forever in a circle.
Do you have the wheel turned,
I bet in your mind three lefts make a right.
Going against the hands of time,
Who would win that battle?
Monday, December 17, 2012
Open Mic
As the dark fades into scattered light upon the mountain.
are you ready for what is to come next?
As the moon and sun complete their fair share of light,
is everything right in your world?
What if the ying and the yang of the world was to reverse,
would you still be the same as the day before?
It was hot yesterday, cold today...
What about tomorrow?
Does it actually make a difference?
Has the balance of the world ever balanced yours?
Balance, Balanace, Balance, how do you find your balance?
Is it when the sun arises and the moon sets?
Or when the moon rises and the sun sets?
There is a balance in nature but there is no balance in your life.
You seem to find balance in a bottle.
Is there an answer I am missing at the bottom?
It is almost as if each pill is a piece of your life's puzzlee
you are struggling to piece together.
Has no one ever told you that you are outlining the boarder
with no pieces for the center?
You are a lock with no key and no ammount of force
will break you open.
Do you find solace in that bottle
on the edge of your bed?
I bet you have seen the transition between the sun and the moon so often
you've become the divider between the ying & yang.
Imagine the truth was at the bottom,
then what?
The reality is - There is no balance in you.
The reality is - There is no ying in you.
The reality is - There is no yang in you.
The reality is - I love you.
The reality is - I can no longer act on that love for you.
The reality is - You have found your home.
The reality is - It is no longer in my heart.
are you ready for what is to come next?
As the moon and sun complete their fair share of light,
is everything right in your world?
What if the ying and the yang of the world was to reverse,
would you still be the same as the day before?
It was hot yesterday, cold today...
What about tomorrow?
Does it actually make a difference?
Has the balance of the world ever balanced yours?
Balance, Balanace, Balance, how do you find your balance?
Is it when the sun arises and the moon sets?
Or when the moon rises and the sun sets?
There is a balance in nature but there is no balance in your life.
You seem to find balance in a bottle.
Is there an answer I am missing at the bottom?
It is almost as if each pill is a piece of your life's puzzlee
you are struggling to piece together.
Has no one ever told you that you are outlining the boarder
with no pieces for the center?
You are a lock with no key and no ammount of force
will break you open.
Do you find solace in that bottle
on the edge of your bed?
I bet you have seen the transition between the sun and the moon so often
you've become the divider between the ying & yang.
Imagine the truth was at the bottom,
then what?
The reality is - There is no balance in you.
The reality is - There is no ying in you.
The reality is - There is no yang in you.
The reality is - I love you.
The reality is - I can no longer act on that love for you.
The reality is - You have found your home.
The reality is - It is no longer in my heart.
You Know
As our paths cross it is something like
the cold sir slamming against the hot.
The world could not fathom the idea
that is our current reality.
It is something that is bigger
than you or I have ever witnessed.
Felt, that feeling when eyes just meet,
They meet and old time ceases to function.
What happens next is something neither of us are ready for,
How could we be? This is it.
What do you do? Flight or fight
Are you going to sink or swim?
The story ends here, the love in question..?
Well I think you have the answer.
the cold sir slamming against the hot.
The world could not fathom the idea
that is our current reality.
It is something that is bigger
than you or I have ever witnessed.
Felt, that feeling when eyes just meet,
They meet and old time ceases to function.
What happens next is something neither of us are ready for,
How could we be? This is it.
What do you do? Flight or fight
Are you going to sink or swim?
The story ends here, the love in question..?
Well I think you have the answer.
Just A Game
How can I trust you when I see the truth in your eyes?
Lies pour out like tears to form a puddle on the floor.
Jesus christ babe, you had my heart,
now I don't even know where to start, again.
Is this a routine game for you?
Or I bet its the latest trend.
Baby I was swinging for the fences,
and you were my loui' slugger.
Just to my suprise, I came up empty handed.
Put it all out and it sunk like a stone.
The only thing I want to know about your game is,
what happens when you run out of moves?
Lies pour out like tears to form a puddle on the floor.
Jesus christ babe, you had my heart,
now I don't even know where to start, again.
Is this a routine game for you?
Or I bet its the latest trend.
Baby I was swinging for the fences,
and you were my loui' slugger.
Just to my suprise, I came up empty handed.
Put it all out and it sunk like a stone.
The only thing I want to know about your game is,
what happens when you run out of moves?
I'll Say It Again
If I said I love you, would you count out the ways?
If I said I need you, woul you find a reason not to believe?
Do you think my heart is not in it,
when I stand here before you?
A thousand miles I would travel,
just for a glimpse of that smile.
Girl you make my knees weak,
and my lips quiver.
I have this feeling in my stomach that is all to familiar
Only problem is i've grown close to this feeling,
and im scared you don't want to come in.
If I said I need you, woul you find a reason not to believe?
Do you think my heart is not in it,
when I stand here before you?
A thousand miles I would travel,
just for a glimpse of that smile.
Girl you make my knees weak,
and my lips quiver.
I have this feeling in my stomach that is all to familiar
Only problem is i've grown close to this feeling,
and im scared you don't want to come in.
The Beginning
Aren't eyes meant for seeing?
I only ask because baby I feel your emotions through those eyes.
Those beautiful eyes tell a story that is all too familiar to this heart.
What I really want to know is, if we did it all over again, from the start,
would it make a difference?
Can you read my story through my eyes?
I'm not sure if I am ready for what is to come next.
By the way your body expressions read,
you already know my fate.
One last thing before I drown in the words pooring out of my heart,
can we pleasse go back to the start?
I only ask because baby I feel your emotions through those eyes.
Those beautiful eyes tell a story that is all too familiar to this heart.
What I really want to know is, if we did it all over again, from the start,
would it make a difference?
Can you read my story through my eyes?
I'm not sure if I am ready for what is to come next.
By the way your body expressions read,
you already know my fate.
One last thing before I drown in the words pooring out of my heart,
can we pleasse go back to the start?
Just A Memory
Every night I am kept awake by the thought of you.
Are you safe and are you sound where you are?
Do you think of me as I think of you?
I wonder if the thought, the thought of you will fade in the mind.
For it will only set me free by stopping this cycle.
The cycle of thought continues every night like clockwork.
Tic toc how that sound is all to familiar to this brain.
Will this ever stop or will only the pain subside?
Short days of trying to forget only morph into long nights of thought.
It's the thought that is at the center of this.
Is the thought only you or worry of how things will be?
For tonight one shall rest the head,
Leaving the brain with only thought of how it will turn out again.
Are you safe and are you sound where you are?
Do you think of me as I think of you?
I wonder if the thought, the thought of you will fade in the mind.
For it will only set me free by stopping this cycle.
The cycle of thought continues every night like clockwork.
Tic toc how that sound is all to familiar to this brain.
Will this ever stop or will only the pain subside?
Short days of trying to forget only morph into long nights of thought.
It's the thought that is at the center of this.
Is the thought only you or worry of how things will be?
For tonight one shall rest the head,
Leaving the brain with only thought of how it will turn out again.
One Hand Washes The Other
As one cold hand reaches out,
Is the other one ready to warm it?
This hand is cold not just because of the weather
but it is an extension of his cold eyes and frozen heart.
Frozen still, from a time long long ago.
One hand will always wash the other,
Only if the agreement is made.
The finger tips have been cold for sometime,
Waiting for a warm hand like yours.
Careful because like ice, one slip
And it could be lost forever.
Put the water to warm and grab a towel,
The chair has been placed, the wait is on.
Over the sink the cold hand waits,
For the other to melt the ice away.
Is the other one ready to warm it?
This hand is cold not just because of the weather
but it is an extension of his cold eyes and frozen heart.
Frozen still, from a time long long ago.
One hand will always wash the other,
Only if the agreement is made.
The finger tips have been cold for sometime,
Waiting for a warm hand like yours.
Careful because like ice, one slip
And it could be lost forever.
Put the water to warm and grab a towel,
The chair has been placed, the wait is on.
Over the sink the cold hand waits,
For the other to melt the ice away.
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