A mans reflection
Restless companion
The Interstate Highway
Death is always
Don’t look back
Focus can’t be flawless
Every opportunity
A chance to smile
The day that's brand new
Doesn’t dig a grave
Do yourself a favor
Sleep like a stone
And live while your alive
This is the place where I throw down my struggles, my thoughts, my reflections. I will be posting stories, poetry, and whatever else I find interesting to write about. Here I let my mind play, I spill my guts, or let my creative juices flow. I'm honest with myself and you, the reader about what I'm thinking and dealing with, be it pretty or otherwise. So read on and see what goes on in the mind of a post grad who thinks too much, as I burn the midnight oil.
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
Sunday, August 21, 2011
Departure Series #2 Rabbit Life
The rabbit hops
The dead man hopes
He's living still
But does he know
We don't know
If he'll ever know
This world spins
We walk around
Might as well hop
For the only life
We'll ever live
Rather than walk
Through dead man's eyes
The dead man hopes
He's living still
But does he know
We don't know
If he'll ever know
This world spins
We walk around
Might as well hop
For the only life
We'll ever live
Rather than walk
Through dead man's eyes
Passion Points Down
Why is it I'm always addicted
To the songs they leave behind
Why am I still addicted
To those prying eyes
Those windows to the soul
Awaken passion in mine
Only to see it wasted
On those deceptive highs
Those deceptive highs
Found in those prying eyes
To the songs they leave behind
Why am I still addicted
To those prying eyes
Those windows to the soul
Awaken passion in mine
Only to see it wasted
On those deceptive highs
Those deceptive highs
Found in those prying eyes
Friday, August 19, 2011
The Downward Sun
I find my life is changing fast
The man in the window
Now it's not me
I just hope for something good to last
I walked that lonely road
No need to walk it again
But I might have missed
The ride to freedom
Didn't catch the last train out
Somewhere between
Love and misery
Not the best place to be
Teetering on the edge of depression
The things I thought I knew
Tales told from high tide
The things I thought I knew
Just wait till the waters roll back
And lunacy pulls me into the sea
Then you'll see what really is
That choice I thought would be
Not sure is this even me
The man in the window
Now it's not me
I just hope for something good to last
I walked that lonely road
No need to walk it again
But I might have missed
The ride to freedom
Didn't catch the last train out
Somewhere between
Love and misery
Not the best place to be
Teetering on the edge of depression
The things I thought I knew
Tales told from high tide
The things I thought I knew
Just wait till the waters roll back
And lunacy pulls me into the sea
Then you'll see what really is
That choice I thought would be
Not sure is this even me
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