i am the forgotten, the over looked, the invisible,
i am the friend, the good guy, the big heart, the
one who deserves better, and who in turns will never
receive anything from anyone. I am the solace in
the pit of your soul, the tear choked back from your eye,
the loneliness when you sleep at night.
I am the memory of a good thing gone wrong,
the wish in your mind when you realize what you had,
the arrogance of your abhorrence towards my affection.
I am the despair that rubs against your lies, the melancholy
behind your eyes, the last true form of valor in our lives.
I am the empty bottle tossed to the side, the humility of your pride.
The purity you never knew could reside.
I am the last good thing this town has ever seen.
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
a free writing technique
There are pretentious intentions imbedded within us all
some people keep it lodged away deep inside,
others let it rest on their flesh for the world to see.
We live by a fairy tale code that was
meant to be broken, so don't be the one
to judge another when you've done
you're fair share of shallow fun.
I offer you this body as a road to travel,
a personal invitation to walk all over me.
So please scrape your dirt
on my neatly steamed pressed shirt
and move onto your next destination ,
I will always keep your mud stained tracks across
my heart as a monument dedicated to our affection.
I beg for the strength to choke back the tears,
and to never release the salty rain from eyes again,
so to preserve the path she paved.
I in return, I will promise to swallow
my sorrow and keep my smile as bright
as the sun that shines so that I will always
be able to see the mess you left for me
to clean up.
3
some people keep it lodged away deep inside,
others let it rest on their flesh for the world to see.
We live by a fairy tale code that was
meant to be broken, so don't be the one
to judge another when you've done
you're fair share of shallow fun.
I offer you this body as a road to travel,
a personal invitation to walk all over me.
So please scrape your dirt
on my neatly steamed pressed shirt
and move onto your next destination ,
I will always keep your mud stained tracks across
my heart as a monument dedicated to our affection.
I beg for the strength to choke back the tears,
and to never release the salty rain from eyes again,
so to preserve the path she paved.
I in return, I will promise to swallow
my sorrow and keep my smile as bright
as the sun that shines so that I will always
be able to see the mess you left for me
to clean up.
3
Sunday, November 16, 2008
Hello Solace
Hello solace, it's been some time since we last spoke.
I've missed your cold touch, your desolate ominous kiss.
You have always been close to my heart,
I offer it to you once again, it is yours to take.
Hello solace, I have missed the long lonely nights we shared.
The many moons we laid under.
You have always been there when they leave,
to hold me close when everything else
feels so far out of reach.
Solace, you are my lover, friend, companion, the only
truth I can hold onto in this crazy world.
Without you I would have nothing,
and I welcome you back with these arms
out stretched and ready for your embrace.
I've missed your cold touch, your desolate ominous kiss.
You have always been close to my heart,
I offer it to you once again, it is yours to take.
Hello solace, I have missed the long lonely nights we shared.
The many moons we laid under.
You have always been there when they leave,
to hold me close when everything else
feels so far out of reach.
Solace, you are my lover, friend, companion, the only
truth I can hold onto in this crazy world.
Without you I would have nothing,
and I welcome you back with these arms
out stretched and ready for your embrace.
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