Who are you?

We create ourselves. There was a quote I read yesterday from the book I’m reading that said something along the lines of, “life isn’t about finding yourself, it’s about creating yourself.” And, let me tell you… That shit blew my mind. So, I’ve done some thinking within the last 12 hours, and I’ve decided who…

Not another sad one

These nerves are getting to me, it’s hitting me, it’s not all a game, and I could actually be… happy. Last year I cried more than I smiled, that’s not like me. The year was 1996 I was born to laugh and lead. Not just follow along while someone else reads. I belong as myself,…

I am a tourist

Alcoholic family tree Excitement of this new place dwindling In sync with non existent swaying trees And I’m lost Lost in translation Trying to be positive Check me out; I got 97 likes on instagram because of a picture of my face I make cool art on my $800 iPad But I miss my mom,…

Drive light

An enabler Dreaming of the heroine memories I left in California Begging them not to forget about me, but to let me, Move on. Don’t tarnish my memory with dirty thoughts, and more lies. Don’t forget I won’t forget your refusal to apologize. You were everything that forced me to have this so called fresh…

Contemplative self reflective hopeful thoughts on goodbye

Goodbye always feels so permanent. I’m not sure why it hurts so deeply. There are billions of people in the world. More beautiful places than your eyes have ever seen or your brain imagined. People are replaceable. So, why does the feeling of losing one of them, or leaving behind a familiar place feel so…….

Rain

Just a look It’s the only thing left At a picnic table, Music in our hearts, and hope in my head Uncle Vito’s pizza drenched from the rain once again I caught you with that look on your face Stand by me, dancing around my fantasy, and again that look found a home in your…

You don’t have to be sad

I‎t won’t leave my head. It’s a feeling; one that I thought only to be had by assholes and pricks. Lacking empathy, filled to the brim with a new sense of self. I fought it, and tried so hard to love and be loved by everyone else. I realize it’s not a bad thing. I…

It

Empathy seeping in through cold veins Filling holes built from hatred with something less than pain I miss knowing you’re okay I know that it’s a mistake; having an individual thought much less than hate regarding your state, and I’m sorry. Nothing to apologize for; you’re just never yourself, and you know me. The worries…

Erased

I guess i‎t was in my head all along. Is there any moving on, when there was nothing ever really to move on from? Guess not… It’s hard to imagine you’re just fine. You, the victim of wasted time. I, a victim of my own imagination. Fake memories shattered None of it ever mattered

Letting go doesn’t look good on me

Thankful for the time spent. Sickly hopeful our cycle won’t indefinitely end. One day I hope to call you my friend. I‎t just wasn’t in the cards I guess. This is the outcome when you play with trick decks. Letting go doesn’t look good on me Keep me safe in your loving memory I’ll go…

When you have a fear of Alzheimer’s like me

I won’t talk too much, no not anymore, Can’t ignore pain you implored for, There’s no starting over, really though what for? You said I guess things change, accompanied by a hopeful smile I hadn’t seen before. I’ll relive these moments, day after day after day “What do you think? Feelings just magically changed?!” Black…

Start Over

Moving is scary, moving on is worse. What happens when the Earth turns, like a table top, and you’re falling face first? We hang to the edge; our cliff’s only ledge, or we leap to our threateningly inevitable death, and we can only hope for the best. Smack against the waters embrace. Hold your breath…