Begin Again

Every night I turn my radio on and the room is filled with broken melodies from shattered halfhearted musicians like you. Only they don't have that same never ending depth or the same flair you had when you composed something new. It's no fun listening to the waves when you can't swim. I will not continue to live like this. 

Strangers Standing on the Corner of Broadway

I understand that you are busy and I know that I really shouldn't be bothering you now. But I just thought you would like to know that that person you passed this morning asking for change was me. Please don't assume that all of us want your nickles and dimes and nothing else. Some of us just want a smile or a potent thought to sip on as we watch the decisions we've made all our lives start to take an effect on this world we've always dreamed of but never noticed or appreciated nearly as much as we should. 

Contracts Signed at Birth

As an artist you promise us (the rest of the world) that you will devote your entire life to giving us perspectives we are not used to. If you cannot keep your promise none of us will be able to get mad at you or really be phased in any way at all, because life gets in the way of living and we all forget the promises that are made to us by ourselves. As an artist you are by far the most important person to ever live. 

Training Wheel Removal

I know I promised to hold on forever and always, until the ends of Time and even after Death himself died. And I will continue loving you for all of that time. But I think it's time for me to let you go. You need to do the same for me.

                                It's okay, Superman, I'll be alright this time.    

Broken Homes and Lives

I know it hurts. I see your pain. I know you aren't having the best day you could, but I want you to know there is no use getting worried when there's not any hope. I love you. Today isn't the best, but it will get better. That much I promise. 

Terrarian Nights

I know it's just a game but I love collecting fallen stars with you. There's just something about the feeling of having something so precious, so unique caressed gently in the palm of your hand. It's just that the fun we have laughing and running across an entire world of possibility can't be described by words known to us. And the stories we are told by the stars held in place all night long are so much more beautiful than anything else I have ever heard. I know it's just a game, but it would be something just as wonderful if it were real.

People

People are strange.

One day they have the dreams
to rule the world and influence others
for the better. In beautiful ways.

The next all they can talk about
is how they made someone else
cry or feel small. Because they "really"
needed to be more than they already were.

People are strange.

Yesterday
they wanted to help you.

Today
they tripped you on the sidewalk.

And I'm scared to know
what they have in store
for tomorrow. Because
as I said people are strange. 

Forcing Pieces

Believe me when I say this is going to hurt like hell. Know it is going to hurt me worse than you can imagine. Understand that I want nothing more than the very best for you. Really, I do. But Darling, Darling, you should let me go while you still can. We have so much fun together but it's not love to me in the same way it is for you. Please keep a bit of distance, Hun, because if you work too hard to make something wrong feel right you get splinters in your heart and I just can't do that to you and still live with myself. 

Strangers Sitting at the Bar

If I could hug shadows life would be so much easier and feelings would be so much stronger than they already are. You think that you understand, but you just don't. I'm sorry but you don't and somehow I don't think you ever will. Our stories were penned in different ink on pages much more varied than day or night have ever been from each other. To you photographs are nothing more than songs you hear with your eyes and love is no more than chemicals running through a brain much like alcohol does on a lonely night when you have nothing to do besides remember everyone who ever wronged you and exactly how they did so. If I could hear walls whispering back to me the secrets they told about you would still be just as shallow as the words you write so carelessly when you think I'm reading without comprehention. But you just... you don't get it. You fail to realize that all I want is to help you, to understand, to be equals in this realm of chaotic reality. If I could see ghosts they would represent the lover you lost in that war that just never needed to be fought and the mother someone else never met and if I am lucky there would be one of the person you were when we first met. That way everywhere we go there is someone to talk to, to commiserate with, to mourn. So that neither of us lose our sense of humanity nor become so numb that living becomes completely unbearable. I told you, Love, you wouldn't understand. But you see, rambling in my madness is the only the only thing I have left to keep any sense of sanity I have ever had. If I could hug shadows would I be any less lonely? If I could hear walls whispering back to me would you hear it too? If I could see ghosts would I see myself in all my despair?

Ladybugs and Daisies

I know that I shouldn't miss you at all anymore. Its just that it's been almost a year since you and your mom brought birthday roses to my door. Which means it has been a year since you took a part of me I am still not sure I was ready to lose right then. But the vase is still on the dining room table filled with something new each week. The drawing of an angel still hangs beside my pillow. And the 15 made out of mindcraft diamond collapsed and crumbled about a week ago. I love you still. But I refuse to miss you anymore. It takes too much heart away from missing the people who matter most. The ones who care from far and miss me too. The ones who have never been here but still haven't left.