Tuesday, March 27, 2007

Say a prayer then let the good times roll in case god doesnt show

the urges
returned
i couldnt give in
i cant go back
not to the way i was then
Im not that person
but i want it
i feel so free
so happy
i need it
the beautiful
state of nirvana
reached through
this easily obtained substance
id love to have
it
and i fight myself everyday
not to go back
not to slip into
that person
but she wants back out
and I dont no
if i can fight her in
Im tryin new things to get her outta here
but shes there still
tourmenting every move
I make
i want to be free
but not in that
way
i need help
from that friend that helped me all the times before
were is he I dont no
Maybe he'd save me
had i not lost him
....
...
..
.

thanks for the memories

mistakes were made
under a drunkin blurr
of pure insomnity

Hardly able to hear the
words that poured
from his mouth

which
for the time
it was ok

the ripple effect
is what killed me

from a lost possession
to a stolen photo

my lifes been full
of regret since
that night

its not him

under different circumstances
this would never have happened to me
i dont no why i let it come to this

id give my life to get it back

u see
its difficult to understand
im responsible
this was not

not me

that week
was not me

i let go of all morals
and became
a typical college student

i dont regret
and this is no reason to
stop living the way i do

i write to
escape reality
so maybe its all a
authors dream

but im afraid the memories are real

Friday, March 2, 2007

Sending postcards from a plane crash...Wish you were here

The heartbreak
filled my minds wave
I crashed
but I'm no ocean
hard to the floor
Finally cracked
me eyes glazed over
with disappointment
in noone but myself
I wept
for the first real time
my soul still
shaddered
and no relief
yet i still feel
broke
im not sure how to fix it
my life is never ending
but man i wish it would
the pressure to succeed to be great
to be ...anything
Im lost
I cant even talk
not to her
the one person I want more than anyting
I cant
and I miss it
I miss her
somebody
fix me
.
.
.
before its to late

Thursday, March 1, 2007

Hum Hallelujah

Misery filled her veins

like semented cracks in side walks

with each step forward

she lost just a little more

everyday alive
was like hell to her

all she felt was the pain
she housed behind a fake smile
and little bits of laughter

never can she feel how she used to

the life stole from
the single most important person in her life

what happens now

does she continue
until her heart turns to
stone

or

give up
before the world
does it fore her