The suns last beams drizzle across the sky.
The summer wind passes you by.
Calm and centered you gaze on into the sunset
And take in this memory you won’t forget.
Times are better when you share with another.
You know in your darkest times you have each other.
The way he looks at you gives you butterflies.
You’re a captive audience to the love in his eyes.
So on that summer day that you are together,
You know now that this can really be forever.
This spellbinding magic is one of true beauty.
You’ve found your true love; your one and only.
Drinking from the bottle that is you
Ive been wasted in your love.
Tell me darling what am I supposed to do?
To push you down and rise above
Loving you was heroin. loving you was ecstasy.
Baby I’m an addict. I need the rush you give to me.
Getting high off the thought of your memory.
Just one touch and you fill me with energy.
Building up the idea of you
I spent my days and all my nights.
I just needed to hear you wanted me too
But your statue took a fall.
The pain, the high, the overdose
Your love had me in its control
So I kept on going and now I’m close
To having your love take its final toll.
Papa, it’s funny how I can’t remember sunny days.
Oh you’ve been so long set in your ways.
Oh papa, I can’t bear to see your face
After all of your disgrace.
Papa, don’t you know how to treat a woman?
I can no longer see you as human.
My mama weeps till she can’t breathe.
Those sounds they make my blood seethe.
Papa, how can you look us in the eye?
After you’ve drained us all dry.
Oh papa, what more could you possibly want?
You’ve already got our carcasses to flaunt.
But papa, it’s time for me to take a stand.
You died for me the moment you raised that hand.
What am I worth to you?
Do you measure me in pennies or in gold?
Am I precious? Am I rare? Or am I only worth a toss?
If I were to leave you would it be a gain or a loss?
Or maybe you measure me in smiles and laughs,
The way I slave to lift you up.
Maybe it’s how many good memories I can provide you.
But when it turns bad would you not want me beside you?
Perhaps you measure me by the hand of the clock
Which I do race against to see you by every hour.
All the nights I sell away to sing you sweet lullabies
Perchance I was to leave, would your hourglass continue to flow?
But the tragedy of the situation remains
That I will always look to you and all the other yous
To determine what my worth is
Because these eyes don’t see it.
Isn’t it great when you see an old buddy after years of no contact? But along with the excitement for the meeting comes uncertainty, nervousness, fear… I could go on but the list would never end. After all time has passed and people change. I know i’ve changed. Would they have changed too. Maybe they didn’t but you just never noticed some things about them. How well do you really know someone when you’re young? You play with them and they play with you and the system just works. In rare cases do kids sit and talk about the meaning of life and discuss the bigger questions. After all, if its not broken why try to fix it.
It’s quite an experience to be seated across from an old friend and see the far off look in their eyes. The distance that you finally overcame is only on the physical plane. Time takes its toll and with distance and time you become miles apart in the mind and the heart. It’s sad but true. Now so many things come into play when relationships are formed or broken. Ideologies, beliefs, opinions, likes, dislikes all drive wedges between the former kids who used to play so carelessly on the playground. All kids grow up and leave the playground eventually.
Strangers to innocence
Friends of sin
Where did we go wrong?
Where did this begin?
Purity fouled by worldly invasion
These bright souls stood no chance
One by one they fell
Victims of circumstance
No person spared in the mad dash
To gain that dirty power
Sell your heart and humanity
For in that quest your soul it shall devour
Streets wet with the tears of the earth
Formed from the human sadness drifting in the wind
The little boy sat watching by his window transfixed
At the dark grey clouds in the sky above.
It was too dangerous to go out to play
Lest he get struck by lightning
But it was all the same under this warm roof
For he wasn’t safe even in here
The little boy cried and the rainfall grew rampant
He longed to get away
Then appeared next to him an older boy
Someone so familiar
Said the older boy to the little one
We are one and the same
And then he uttered three magic words
It gets better.
And he disappeared
So I know i said I was going to come back at the end of last month but since then i’ve been struggling with every writer’s worst enemy – writers block. I just have so much I want to do but the fountain of ideas is running dry these days. I’ve been really wanting to start a novel and do some short story work while keeping my poetry writing consistent too. However, i’ve had no luck at any of those in recent days. I finally got a little inspiration to do something creepy after seeing the first look of Pennywise the Clown from the new IT movie. I hope i can work through my idealess struggle and accomplish what i want from my writing this summer. Hope you guys are having a nice week! 🙂