Memories and Reflections
12-12-13
Standing on the hill with a random breeze catching on
His strawberry hair ruffled and soft to the touch;
Succumbing to the force within the currents of the wind
The sun and the moon endure their usual aversion of each other
As they sit on their thrones to enjoy the splendor below;
Loving the thoughtless creatures of mortal limitations
Of this one in particular pretending magnificence
(As a peaceful representation of living in perfect harmony
and fighting the fear of indifference
while promoting beauty in the uncertainty,
or at least the everyday moments that the
World can be too busy to notice)
As the ordinary miracles catches his attention;
A man of notice and the gifts of perception
Breathing in the reality tasted by the events determined
From the recordings of the subjects in question;
Their memories and reflections of them
She’s Not Me
7-7-15
I heard all of the rumors and
The messages that she sent
I thought maybe I was her but
She showed me that we’re different
Her wounds bound her together and
Although they seemed similar
I knew that I was only myself, that
She was not me but someone else
Another drifter saying the same things
Thinking the same thoughts day to day
Except she claims to see more
As if she knows the future
Or maybe bits and pieces of our
Memories shaped together
Dagger
7-8-15
I’ve got the fire burning in my belly
My heart is pumping strong
There’s a few words I’ve been thinking
That lay balanced on my tongue
I thought you were my brother
I called you my best friend
But at the first chance you got
You shoved a dagger into my back
Supposed Friends
7-8-15
Calling all supposed friends!
Oh where Oh where have y’all been?
I’ve found myself among the wolves
Their howls keep calling me home under the moon
Have I died and been gifted a life reborn?
I woke up soaking wet and standing alone
Dripping droplets of their bitter scorn
Leaving puddles of poison on the floor
The grass is always greener in this war
Battles of greed to keep us wanting more
You can claim all of the fields of clover
A fake reign won’t live on forever
I am grateful for lost thoughts ❤