Life

I spent today on reasoning,
How and why I should not--
Cut a disposable line for
Once.

The conclusion, rather clear,
Speaks of inevitable silence--
The existence of misused
Oxygen.

Sounds of loved one's voice,
Links and they always burn--
Trepidations of introverted
Hearts.

Some say that life is sacred--
I'm just scared of the devil.

"Out Of Tears" by The Rolling Stones

Since I don't have any muse, and this song describes pretty much perfectly the way that I feel, then I thought about posting its lyrics. Enjoy, or don't.

"I can't feel
Feel a thing
I can't shout
I can't scream
Breathe it out
Breathe it in
All this love
From within

I won't cry when you say goodbye
I'm out of tears
I won't die when you wave goodbye
I'm out of tears
Out of tears

I won't drink
I won't eat
I can't hear
I won't speak
Let it out
Let it in
All this pain
From within
And I just can't pour my heart out
To another living thing
I'm a whisper
I'm a shadow
But I'm standing up to sing
won't cry when you say goodbye
I'm out of tears
I won't die when you wave goodbye
I'm out of tears, yes I am
I won't cry, I swear my eyes are dry
I'm out of tears
I won't cry, I'm going to tell you why
I'm out of tears
Out of tears
Out of tears
let it out
From within
Some you lose
Some you win
I can drift
I can dream
Til I float
Off your screen
And I just can't pore my heart out
To another living thing
I'm a whisper
I'm a shadow
But I'm standing up to sing
I won't cry when you say goodbye
I'm out of tears
I won't die when you wave goodbye
I'm out of tears
I won't cry, I swear my eyes are dry
I'm out of tears
I won't cry, I'm going to tell you why
I'm out of tears
Out of tears
Out of tears"

Aging

I am older than numbers can show

And younger than sadness proves

Yet this frequent tendency to judge

Is what worsens my senses

I smile to myself instead of crying

And imagine different circumstances

Yet this frequent tendency to hurt

Is what kills me from the inside

I think of death.

Death scares me.

Birthdays

I am nobody

mean nothing, love no one

I am nobody,

invisible, careless, hopeless

I am nobody

who wants to be a somebody

who loves and cares

I am nobody

who wants to be a somebody

and not just an invisible, unspoken of, shadow

Good Night

On a breezy day in May,

a boat heads to some exotic location.

A clock starts ticking in Asia,

children count days and hours.

Someone awaits you.

Adieu

Hunters Lane

[To] sort through old newspapers, enveloped letters,

[To] read a poem, or two, or six,

[To] pass by an airport, a bridge,

[To] wish for a different ending, somewhat divine,

[To] wake up looking for the rain

to love you; to be in love with you.

Falling, Yes, I Am Falling

Standing on top of a cliff,

Looking for answers.

Light on the bottom,

Then darkness of some night,

Why not fall,

let the body drown,

then float,

Reach new heights of stupidity and selfishness?

Idealism

Even if the coffee jar is empty,
Even if the luggage is packed and ready to go,
Even if the car is not in the garage,
Even if Sunday does not include football,
A man doesn’t just wake up in the morning feeling nothing whatsoever.
He might be in love though

Stereotypes

Pregnant women,
motionless embryos,
heineken and corona,

Trips to Amherst,
loud rock-n’-roll,
two unstable seconds,

Deaths of friends,
perhaps their cruel and
unforgettable ignorance,

Sirens and angels,
madness and blood,
wheels and pavements,

Skulls and sinners,
Saviors and addicts,

The wrong ones are not the ones to pay.

Winter

I love you that your swaying smile follows me around.
I love that you wear the gray sweater whenever
snow falls upon Autumn Dr.
I love that the house smells like fresh coffee in mornings
after long nights of thunder.
Loving you means constantly fighting the
entire world, I know that, and I don't mind,
because Seth,
I think I might have fallen for You.

Spring

When the weatherman announces a
tornado watch and trees start moving in
semi-circles, nearly fragile in your eyes,
When locked in a room for hours,
no windows, only chairs, calculators
and deep fried bananas,
The next best thing besides
Dying alone at the strike of summer,
Is seeing you again, because it has been
Way too long

I'm done writing

Poetry

Listening to your voice
cutting all edges of doubt
What have you done to me,
why would you hurt me again?

Pictures,
the only thing to rely on
when it comes to remembering
The Man who changed a life(time)

Keep doing what you do
make people fall for your art
that’s you occupation.
Take care though

Time Capsule

The simple melody of a piano
Brings back old days, (old nights)
It is sort of absurd, to think about the past
And wish to go back in time.

The Cold And Unexpected

Does the way the wind blows trees in semi-circles have anything to do with medications you take five times a day, trying to make you crazy, or is it just winter?

Your Smell

Seeing pictures of you
Always makes me wonder
Why smells, just like feelings,
Cannot be captured in small pieces of paper

Stupidity

Even if I were the greatest lawyer
Or the most amazing debater alive-
I still wouldn’t be able to justify
Appreciating the wrong person

Just another love song

So you wake up in the morning and realize that she's not around.
And you go to the bathroom to brush your teeth and see only one toothbrush.
Then you walk down the stairs and see the empty chair she used to sit on,
The orange juice she used to drink,
The beers you've celebrated with whenever your favorite team won a game.
And she's gone,
Like a bird moving from one place to another, chasing the unknown.
She could never stay at the same place for more than a year.
You dress up,
The clean shirt she ironed for you, your cologne that she liked so much,
The pants you bought together the day you were honored,
It isn't easy to forget her.
She really knew you.
She even told you she wanted you to join her. You should have listened to her.
You should have told her that you loved her. Now it's too late. She's gone

Supply And Demand

A slight friction
Between the known and unknown.
The known, when is gone, no longer exists.
The unknown, when is never in mind, separates.
A body touches an object, winds blow you away.
Nothing changes but no longer stays the same.
Kept love, after a year and a half.
A slight friction, a gap, a barrier,
Between who you, what you stand for.
Zero gravity.
Endless thoughts of communication.
There is nothing left to say, nothing left to lose.

Separation

Just another person
Just another day
Unjust situations, all at the same day.
Just another thought
Just another kiss
Unjust separation, it's time to say goodbye.
Just another minute
A critical minute for you;
Just another day without you