While all eyes are on you

I can take back all the things I never thought I'd have to take back,
And we can daydream about the same things,
Because there's never been a more appropriate time than now to look into the mirror and expect better things,
Not for myself,
But for you.

I never said that I wouldn't have to take what I said back,
But I did mean what I said to you.
So what does that make me?
But a fool?
A roaming facade who feels like a creep,
Saying its wrong to want more than a trick,
I'm onto you,
Yet she is happy.

Making a mess while she is smiling,
Hardly does a day go by without you trying to break down,
I guess we resort to vicious hypnosis,
Wanting nothing more than one beautifully sung song with you.

And that's on you.

Inter spaced with memories so clear

Why do we try to dissipate and disappear,
We're all so far away and yet so near,
Protecting all the things that you hold dear.

Who will watch my actions now,
Who will catch me when I slip up,
Who's going to scream out when I lose face and don't look out?

Rather than finding out,
I'll march to my own tune,
Dance to no tune,
Sing out of tune,
And maybe I'll survive.

Alternative options,
Trying to keep everything clear,
but trying to get closer to you and your troubles;
under the streetlight,
As nothing more than a silhouette.

The sounds of feet on concrete

Like the sound of drums beating in our hearts, misunderstood like flickering lights, to be morse code for those of us lost in the dark.

People aren't out to harm you, honey.
They just look out for themselves,
But they'll come back for you if you cry out for help.

Litter lines these streets like worn out hearts and
Broken limousines,
Of parties once had and
Memories once seen.
Instead pictures help us reminisce,
Remember,
Repicture,
Because we're helpless to time,
Which makes us forget.

When you see yourself in a crowded room

Do you panic?

Waiting and fading and floating,
Trying to count the ways that you haven't decided,
Wondering why you haven't made up your mind,
Not really sure.

Yes and no,
The sweeter dreams are out of reach,
And I'm a child once again,
Making a splash in a dream filled fantasy,
Where serpentine swim and make you feel like you're drowning.

If this beat was any stronger,
I could close my eyes and be pushed away from it,
Hopefully toward you,
And call it what you want,
These are my ideas,
Locked up in thought,
Hiding my bruises from you, my enemies.

I'm not leading you astray

But nor am I following the righteous path,
Its just a step around.

Driving over bridges,
Its funny to think,
There's nothing but air under our feet.
Cause tires can go flat,
But who's going back?
I'll pump it with my own two hands and feet.

When we reach a red light,
And I tell you to turn right,
I'm not completely sure I'm not wrong.
But if you're looking for a fight,
Don't say it's alright,
Stop the car and let's talk it out.

And if worst comes to worst,
If things aren't getting better,
Then you go first and let me catch up.
With solid grouns under me and air under you,
Who's more likely to get their head stuck in the clouds?

This ain't it

There's more to this
Than just this shit,

What started off as something normal
Has now quickly become out of hand

This aint it,

Not what is supposed to make me cry
Not what's supposed to break my heart in the dead of night.

I try not to hurt you,
But every time I feel pushed further into sadder and sadder songs.

Writing has no cure to failure,
But small successes make us feel like the victors of insurmountable battles,
So here we go.

Let us live for the dark nights and cloudy storms,
Because that's what the armor is for,
We're knights of virtue,
And we just want to sing a sad, sad, song.

Locating a Venue to continue our transactions

Because we have to stay private.
In the eyes of the deceiver,
This may be misconstrued or conveyed poorly,
And what better way to taunt temptation than to toe the line and play games in it's face?
If you've ever had a favourite toy,
And if that object of which to you, represented happiness, was taken away,
Would you ever get over it?

The simple answer is yes.
But there's always another side to the story,
Despite what you want me to think,
Despite what I want you to think,
This lesson would be forever enduring,
And would shape my being indefinitely.

So perhaps we should continue these transactions
At a different venue,
On a different date,
But not so long gone that it never happens.
Because I can't wait to see you again.
And I've got an addictive personality.

Dropping out of Engagements

When there's no need to perform,
Although damage may be minimal,
Is there any reason I should be visiting the jeweler?

Where's the scale that shows
The visible spectrum to which I may be a rarity,
Cause people are telling me things I don't know whether to believe or not.

And they go home tonight,
To share a drink and hopefully not fight,
But instead we're laying outside and watching the stars spin above our heads.

This trip on the highway
Is scarier than I'd thought,
And I'm sorry.

Always under her skin,
They go out tonight,
Driving to nowhere.

Bumps, bruises, and broken hearts

We bleed on the inside,

We laugh on the outside,

We gasp for air on the inside,

We smile like nothing's wrong.

We cringe on the inside, 

We grin on the outside,

We sweat profusely on the inside,

We flirt like we know what we're doing.

Classic Poetry

To take you back,
If you'd have me back,
To a time when simpler things were written,
Not said.

For the things I lack,
Missing from personality,
You could fill my person with happiness,
And not from fantasy, but reality.

Because this is classical poetry,
Not form fitting and even less so structured,
But misunderstood and to be interpreted individually,
To bring out a deeper, hidden meaning.

And if promises made were always kept,
Then you should be expecting great writing,
But what I am writing is simple,
And sometimes we forget that simple things can be complicated.

The war is over

A sweet surrender,

Guns drawn but holstered,

Eyes wide then shut,

Stray bullets putting us in harm's way.

When will this war end?

I'm standing at the edge of a war torn battlefield,

Looking out at men who don't know how to feel,

Because we've lost our friends along the way,

And should we be glad they left this way?

For an end result so great,

Did the world deserve a sacrifice like this,

Losing a hero to save people undeserving,

Losing dignity to save rotten humanity-

What war has ended,

But the war outside our hearts,

And now we hate the men who forced our friends to die for us.

Look up at the sky

And make a wish about tomorrow
They can't outshine how I feel about you

That you hold my hand inside of yours
And you tell me things so that ill believe you are to me my poetry

I know where you are
Even though you try to keep your heart so far apart

It could just be us for miles
But this memory will always be a pictured scene I keep inside of me

Let me be together with you.

Push comes to shove

Doesn't it only matter if you're standing at the edge of a cliff?

Because risk should encourage reward,

If not complete then the process of being completed.

And when we have everything to lose,

With nothing to gain,

Aren't we most motivated?

If you said no,

You have faith in the system.

But when push comes to shove,

What does it matter.

Isn't it all the same,

If we're biting each other's heels,

Trying to climb to the top of the hill in the valley,

What system do we have to fall back upon,

Except the failures of those who tried before us.

And although I'm shoving my way through the crowd,

I've reached a conclusion.

Except I've forgotten it already.

Because I'm lighthearted, with a fools head up on my shoulders.

So who said we can't enjoy the good things,

In a broken system?

I'm quick to fall in love that's why I'm always on the ground

So I've got to pick myself up.
And not with a pick-me-up,
But by growing to see the change in my life.
By winning the battles inside,
Overcoming change in my life.

Not just sweeping it under the rug,
But by learning to swim during the flood,
And when dreams start talking to me I have to
Reach higher, until I've lifted myself out of daydream and into real life.

Anxieties hold on me has manifested itself in my broken bottles,
With dizzy vision I see straight,
Its the arena where I fight,
Off balance,
But surefooted.

Leap off great heights to discover that people live here in the depths as well.
You always had it better,
Giving it away to hopefully experience something greater.
But who knows?
Maybe now you'll find love .

As easily offended as I may be

There is no dignity in shaming yourself for a crime you had no intention to commit,
For a fault you had no desire to obtain,
and for a truth you did not want to know.

So having accepted my imperfections,
as easily offended as I may be,
At least I'm enjoying myself, being myself.

Who knew that kind souls lurked in dark corners

Afraid of daylight,
Because the meanest people are unafraid.

We sulk in misery,
Because we've given all our energy to please the ones who matter most to us.

And maybe it's a mistake.
Because don't we deserve happiness as well?

One thing's for sure.
What I would give to open my door and see your smiling face.
I'm suddenly hopeful whenever you're in sight,
Whisper your name at night.
Whatever you need,
If you should ask it of me,
To make you feel complete.

But would you do the same for me?

Until I know for sure,
Until I know what to say,
I'll pause at hello,
And away from the light I'll stay.

It feels so peculiar,
It feels so strange,
And at the same time this emptiness makes me feel complete.

And to round it all off

There's a feeling in my stomach I just can't shake,
A lump in my throat that I just can't swallow.

My arm sinks, numb.
My heart slows, calm.

What did I see,
That made me appreciate wonder again?
Not kindness,
Not selflessness,
But apathy.
Indifference.

She is her own person;
Strong-willed yet frivolous,
Silly yet ingenious,
Joking yet serious.

And I am constantly inspired to be more like this.

What these kids are hauling around

They feel stuck in a canyon,
But maybe they're the mountaintops,
Unable to see any higher,
Because their friends are hugging them so tightly,
They have nothing to test them,
No trials to push them further than they've ever been pushed before.

Never really sure,
Always treated like a warrior,
Their battles are victories or defeats,
When do we get to leave and chill,
On this hill in the neighborhood,
Nothing to you,
But to me, my mountaintop.

We're kids in this neighborhood block,
Carrying all of our troubles in the sacks over our shoulders,
Weighed down with heavy hearts,
But free flying through youth with lighthearted laughter,
And love.
Always loving,
Forgetting pain, heartbreak.
And falling back into love, remembering love.

Dreaming wide awake

And you're having the best dream of your life.

Full of love,
Hungry for more,
Tired of ordinary life,
Dreaming of greatness,
Seeing the painted stars,
Awoken by the faces of people you know.

And every waking moment is spent exhausting ourselves back to sleep.