Twin Size Bed
And I guess I dream
Enough to
Dream like
Everyone else
Does
These days
I dream more
And money
Well
Well
Money buys
So much
Yet not
Enough
And as if
Buying
A big
Bed you dream
Of
Now only
To realize it
Makes you more
Lonely
And a twin
Was a
Better fit
But with money
Comes
Costs
Of happiness
And while you
Buy
On social
Standards
You realize
It isn't a race
Like you
Thought
It would be
To fill your
New place
With tables
And chairs
Because at the end
Of the day
There's only
One
Spot
Used at
The table
And half
Of the bed
Used
No matter how good
Of a deal
You over spent
Spending
You're spending
More than
You
Were
Ever worth
Wednesday, May 30, 2012
Saturday, May 26, 2012
Love Is Luck
Love is Luck
Don't lie
Or
Follow the
Fray in your
Jeans
For it soon
Comes apart
I guess
I'm just
not
Man enough
To at least
Stay
Together
For her
I won't
Lead
Her on
But I just can't
Let go
Lucky love
They say
Love is luck
But unlucky
Love
Rather
Unlucky
Timing
Is how
I was put
Together
With you
Either way
The luck plays
Into things
Your jeans
but Soon
Things
Unwind
Eventually
Coming apart
Don't lie
Or
Follow the
Fray in your
Jeans
For it soon
Comes apart
I guess
I'm just
not
Man enough
To at least
Stay
Together
For her
I won't
Lead
Her on
But I just can't
Let go
Lucky love
They say
Love is luck
But unlucky
Love
Rather
Unlucky
Timing
Is how
I was put
Together
With you
Either way
The luck plays
Into things
Your jeans
but Soon
Things
Unwind
Eventually
Coming apart
Wednesday, May 23, 2012
Dudley
Dudley
I drink
Wednesday
Because I never
Like Tuesdays
And Fridays
Well
Too
Cliche
Just enough
To roll
Buzzed
For tonight's
Night life
I'll never go
But join
The neighbor
For Cigarettes
Her dresses
And smoke
I hate both
An unspoken
Friendship
Just
Waves
Stumbling
In the apartment
As records
Karen O
Sets the mood
Too loud
for
Neighbors
But no one's
Home
My mind
Seems
Empty
Cold showers
Glasses
Of water
Sobering enough
To wake up
Just in
Time to go
To bed
I drink
Wednesday
Because I never
Like Tuesdays
And Fridays
Well
Too
Cliche
Just enough
To roll
Buzzed
For tonight's
Night life
I'll never go
But join
The neighbor
For Cigarettes
Her dresses
And smoke
I hate both
An unspoken
Friendship
Just
Waves
Stumbling
In the apartment
As records
Karen O
Sets the mood
Too loud
for
Neighbors
But no one's
Home
My mind
Seems
Empty
Cold showers
Glasses
Of water
Sobering enough
To wake up
Just in
Time to go
To bed
Sunday, May 20, 2012
1073
1073
Is the symbol
Or way to
Spell love
In numbers
And it's the
Most
Fucked up
way
I guess
One can spell
Binary code
Not required
Because
Love
Doesn't
Flow
Rather
Work
All the same
Different
Unknown
Unqualified
Unimpressive
In it's most
Impressive form
And if you
Were to judge
You'd only
Be judging
Your own
1073
Spelled
Out
In numeric
Form
It's purest
Form still
Yet to be
Determined
Is the symbol
Or way to
Spell love
In numbers
And it's the
Most
Fucked up
way
I guess
One can spell
Binary code
Not required
Because
Love
Doesn't
Flow
Rather
Work
All the same
Different
Unknown
Unqualified
Unimpressive
In it's most
Impressive form
And if you
Were to judge
You'd only
Be judging
Your own
1073
Spelled
Out
In numeric
Form
It's purest
Form still
Yet to be
Determined
Saturday, May 19, 2012
My Airport to Yours
My Airport to Yours
And from
Time to time
I wrestle
With the
Fact of
that
And what could
Of been
My hand
In yours
Two weeks
Ago
That said
to be
True
But now
Moved on
Through
The airport
Onto
Another city
Wish
At least
Hello
Would be
Nice
Waves
As Hello
Goodbye
Never
Said
But back
to
The real world
The world
That you
Fly in and out
Of
And the real
World
That I dream
Of
Someday
Will
Match
With
Yours
And from
Time to time
I wrestle
With the
Fact of
that
And what could
Of been
My hand
In yours
Two weeks
Ago
That said
to be
True
But now
Moved on
Through
The airport
Onto
Another city
Wish
At least
Hello
Would be
Nice
Waves
As Hello
Goodbye
Never
Said
But back
to
The real world
The world
That you
Fly in and out
Of
And the real
World
That I dream
Of
Someday
Will
Match
With
Yours
Friday, May 18, 2012
Gone Away
Gone Away
No hands
To hold
Tonight
So they
Resume
In my pockets
Warm
Friendly
And for the
Moment Alone
I could hold
Yours
If you want to
Keep your
Hand nice
And warm
But the
Shadow
No longer
Resides
By my
Side
And as
Comforting
Your shadow
Feels
The sun
Glares
Down on
Focusing
on
What's not there
Gone away
You are
From My
Side
But how
I yearn
For that shadow
And friendly
Hand in my
Pocket
Someday
Someday
No hands
To hold
Tonight
So they
Resume
In my pockets
Warm
Friendly
And for the
Moment Alone
I could hold
Yours
If you want to
Keep your
Hand nice
And warm
But the
Shadow
No longer
Resides
By my
Side
And as
Comforting
Your shadow
Feels
The sun
Glares
Down on
Focusing
on
What's not there
Gone away
You are
From My
Side
But how
I yearn
For that shadow
And friendly
Hand in my
Someday
Someday
Thursday, May 17, 2012
Weekly Letters
Weekly Letters
And well
My weeks
Bleed into
Each other
Like the
Ink bleeds
Through the
Paper
Of the letters
I write
I write one
Once a week
I've written
Almost
A half
Dozen by now
Because
In my life
That's how I count
My days
In the weeks
Ones
I write
To her
And I write
Conversations
To myself
Ones
You'll
Read
And I know
At least
Four more
Weeks
Until
She visits
Four more letters
I write
But willingly
Because
I know
The girl
That loves
Me
Is reading
Them
On the
Other side
And well
My weeks
Bleed into
Each other
Like the
Ink bleeds
Through the
Paper
Of the letters
I write
I write one
Once a week
I've written
Almost
A half
Dozen by now
Because
In my life
That's how I count
My days
In the weeks
Ones
I write
To her
And I write
Conversations
To myself
Ones
You'll
Read
And I know
At least
Four more
Weeks
Until
She visits
Four more letters
I write
But willingly
Because
I know
The girl
That loves
Me
Is reading
Them
On the
Other side
Closed Doors on Hopeless Love
Closed Doors on Hopeless Love
And I want it
All
Because I
Can't have anything
But if I had
Anything
I'd give
Everything
For her
Over
My head
and
Or Head
Over
Heels
I'd give at least
That much
To see her
Once more
And when you think
As if
Walking through
The door
would be
Easier
The second time
Around
You
Realize
She isn't
Coming back
And that
Door will
Never open
Again
And I want it
All
Because I
Can't have anything
But if I had
Anything
I'd give
Everything
For her
Over
My head
and
Or Head
Over
Heels
I'd give at least
That much
To see her
Once more
And when you think
As if
Walking through
The door
would be
Easier
The second time
Around
You
Realize
She isn't
Coming back
And that
Door will
Never open
Again
Wednesday, May 9, 2012
Everybody Knows
Everybody Knows
Heads up tonight
Hesitation
Rather from the drags
Of my cigarettes
But not the sips
Of my beer
Forgetting
Your texts
And silencing your
Phone calls
The norm
These days
I guess
Lost
Without a
GPS
They don't make
These for
Your mind
Or heart
For that matter
But falling
Out of line
And off the
Beaten path
Down the
Rabbit's hole
Everybody
Knows
You don't
Love her
Anymore
And so it
Be told
Heads up tonight
Hesitation
Rather from the drags
Of my cigarettes
But not the sips
Of my beer
Forgetting
Your texts
And silencing your
Phone calls
The norm
These days
I guess
Lost
Without a
GPS
They don't make
These for
Your mind
Or heart
For that matter
But falling
Out of line
And off the
Beaten path
Down the
Rabbit's hole
Everybody
Knows
You don't
Love her
Anymore
And so it
Be told
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