Dig

I have a face that somebody could love.
I have a heart that just won't give up.
If I make the choice, not to stay down,
will you help me dig myself out?

He's Just Like Your Father

You know you're better than this.
You're better than him.
For some reason you're still not convinced.
What gives?
He just takes, takes, takes
and will continue to stay
as long as you keep him fed.
No, not a stray;
he won't run away,
he's here, you're no longer afraid.
You mistake peace of mind
with death by design
you'll beat the same path to your grave.
Don't wait. Don't barter.
You deserve better. Reach farther.
He's more like your father than you know.

Let's Be Best Friends

I haven't been looking,
but I've noticed you yet...
Friends like me notice what time seems to forget.
Well, I haven't been calling -- I know how it seems.
It's easy to think I don't care.

But when we are close we radiate.

When I dig into you, it feels real.
I know that you know
your worth is in who you are
and not whose you are.
Many confuse the stare from afar.
I see myself in you, and I hope you too
see a little of yourself in me.

Long, straight hair;
skinny as the bones below your skin-
someone I could never hope to be/ I hope to be with them.
But we're best friends; too soon to forget.
I am not time and time isn't yet spent.
Its easier to turn friendship to love,
than it is to do the opposite.

All my love, :)

Grew a Garden for the View

Oh maybe air tastes free when my lungs can still accept it,

but now I’m bleeding underneath and the tissue rips like fabric.

Never had it, but I want it; took the time to let it slide.

If I told you that I miss it then of course it'd be a lie.

Speaker says, “Sleeper, see? Your body grows weaker

the longer you lay lying to yourself and to others.”

But I feel safe under these covers,

where I'm not bothered unless its urgent.

I'll grow a conscience when it's worth it.

‘Cuz hair and nails will grow long after we’re dead,

and as long as we’re alive we might as well celebrate it.

I woke up in the back of a Taxi. The smell of cigarettes met my senses with a deafening roar; tickled my eyes open and sewed my nose closed. I coughed the dry air -- blinked the sunlight out. "What... where am I?" The car didn't slow; a voice in front of me spoke in a low staccato: "You're in a cab son, donchaknow?" Dug my elbow into the seat; lifting my body erect, I slowly let the color drain into my view. The Driver dug his smoke into the tray. I looked away out the window: "Wh- where are we..." A gruff laugh from the miser. "Oh we're going my friend. And that's just the thing" No locks on the doors... "Don't try anything -- funny. I'm not much for jokes" He was wearing a wreath built of cigarette tokes; I couldn't see his face. Sat up to the glass. Both my legs were asleep. "How long have I been..." Nausea met me. I reeled back in defeat. "You're awake and that's what matters" the Driver retorted. "I'm not sure what you've been doing besides sleeping and snorting; but at least you're awake after all" My fingers crawled down the window -- trapped like a leper. Quarantined in a box with Death as my driver. He coughed: "You can't get what you want. Not at this point my friend. You've been chasing your tail like a puppy and now... you've caught it" I balled a fist and slammed it into the divider; I heard something rattle -- the cab took a corner. "I wouldn't try to fight if I were you son" the Driver waved off the last lingering wisps. "Fighting is for animals or if no other solution exists. How 'bout you accept where you are and not think with your fists?" I scoffed: "What do you know? You fucking--" A jolt. "Hold your tongue son. No need to be brash." I choked. No words came to mind, as if my brain'd been erased. "Don't you understand son? You're not going away. You're just going and going; this is your second wind. Soon you'll be back, to dreaming; back with your friends. Back to your girl; laughing alone in the dark." I stared, speechless ahead. "You don't know who I am -- and you know maybe I'm not. But at least I'm still driving and haven't yet stopped." I shook my head 'no': "But when will we stop?" A chuckle; a chortle: "You'll find out soon enough."

I woke up in my bed. What a dream I just had.

hurricanes get nice, unassuming names too

Silhouette

If I told you what slices back and forth through my brain,
you probably wouldn't change a thing.
You'd smile and feign at the thought that I think
and thought of us building that bond.
I couldn't care less about the way you are dressed;
the rays of light lick past your eyes.
A sweet smile spreads 'cross my mask. I am not vexed;
just taking a break from the test.
A photo of heaven, held by my fingers,
gives me window into what could have been.
There's a thing about wishing: it kind of spoils living.
Bliss is best when its ignorance-based.
Take heed my young sailor. Your plight isn't failure.
We all live on into the great unknown...