Posts Tagged ‘advice’

Time to shred off the old skin

The storm passed

Clouds part

And there is a boy who is filled with life

He sees the future

He knows he’s got this

The mirror no longer stares at nobody

The mirror reflects a boy on a mission

The boy grabs the oars

Takes a step into the canoe

He takes off down the river with hope

You break the bottle without a drop of alcohol staining the carpet

Laughs, giggles, smirks, dumb sentence follows your lips

Blood flow increases, my eyes narrow, clinched, ready

An act of a lifetime starts, swooping down to steal my anger

And like always I look the other way

And the next morning when I wake up alone

I ask myself

What’s worse, the fact she breaks wine bottles without a drop,

Or the fact that she’s so far gone?

Either way my carpet isn’t getting destroyed, but I am

Whether I know it or not, slowly, each drop, each sip…

Broken Token

Soaking Aching

Crying Trying

Making Timing

Hoping Praying

Giving Everything

Waiting Loving


Posted: January 26, 2015 in Uncategorized
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Searching for a place
Wondering about it all
I’m not giving up

A Summer Fireplace

Posted: January 24, 2015 in Uncategorized
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A disappearance
A heart made out of ashes
Two blurred images

He kept adding wood
Her fire never caught flames
She became distant

A cold evening night
A cold five word line
I can’t find my love

Second Chance

Posted: January 23, 2015 in Uncategorized
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She’s like an angle
Her wings guide you to safety
Comfort kills the pain

Useless Love

Posted: January 21, 2015 in Uncategorized
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My screams are silent
When was this a game for you
Sadly I will fall

When given a chance
Take it and don’t look back
Repeat first two lines

I wanted you to know
That the pain I keep inside
Keeps me alive
And I know I’m broken
But everyday I’m looking
A solution, an answer, to fix me
I don’t need outside help
I just need time
Time to see the invisible answer
One day it will creep out of the shadows
And I’ll replace it with my own shadow

There is a secret being told behind those walls
The same walls that let through love
Someone’s back has been stabbed
His daggers never leave his side
The same room with elegant pictures of love
Also has dilapidated lies under the bed
All I’m saying is
They will greet you with a firm handshake
with the other hand behind their back
If you are lucky
You might see the glimmer of the blade