Wednesday, May 7, 2008

to give in is to give up, but does it really matter in the end.

Some where in between love and life, I lost myself.

Who I was and who I want to be are lost memories.

Stranded somewhere around 2 years ago, its always easier to see your past and forget your future.

I would hate to say, I like you.I know you don't feel the way I do. Let me save myself the heart ache.

I'm tired of waiting for life to happen.

I just don't know how to step up to the plate.

Friday, January 18, 2008

go to bed, kid, dreams only come true when you close your eyes.

Home.

Can't wait, to see the look in your eyes.

Wonder if I'm looking at the same stars as you.

Wednesday, January 9, 2008

you're a closet drunk.

The more I dig for something deep and clever, is when I realize most, I'm just normal.

My mind is nothing but ordinary.
My goals nothing but imaginary.

Reach for the stars, never give up.

It hasn't worked for me. Good luck.

Wednesday, January 2, 2008

run from your dreams, they turn into nightmares

A new year, a fresh start.

Starting with broken dreams,and a broken heart.

"it will be better this year"

I'm ready to leave here, but I was ready for that from the start.

Our goodbyes kill me in my dreams.
I wake up hollow, they feel real every time.

You think I can do better, well I can't do any worse.

You are my biggest fan, I am my worst enemy.

Friday, December 28, 2007

take it or leave it

Majority rules, we are the minority, the fools.

"it doesn't get any better then this, you have to make the best of what you got"

You have to work hard to work harder.life is not just something you can gamble and barter.

How many times can I give up on myself before I realize I need to just fix things. Giving up only makes life worse.

I wish you would listen to me but I think you forgot who I was months ago. Don't worry I lost myself at about the same time.

Thursday, December 27, 2007

my best has never been good enough

"it will get better"

If this is better I don't want it.
Maybe I want great.

Sunday, December 23, 2007

this place is a ghost town...

"I hold grudges like I hold hand grenades."

My open letter to him:

Dear god,
Thank you for not existing.

Love,
The one you left behind