At Present

I remain to be unseen

Just something, just nothing there

I explain to only me

The only one who seems to care

You don’t want to drive there

But in reality you can’t

You don’t want to strive anymore

But we’ll still listen to you rant

She says this is just how it goes

But you question if she’s correct

She says she’s fine on her own

But you still long for someone to protect

I remain to be unseen

Just waiting in a purgatory

I explain to only me

The same repeating story

You stroll in with an air of beauty

But I question if you’re for real

You speak and make me believe it’s truthfully

But you’ll never know how I really feel

She says this is just how it goes

But you question if it’s really true

She says her heart belongs to someone

And you know that someone isn’t you

I remain to be unseen

Just here, just waiting to be

I explain to only me

That one day I’ll eventually see

You say that you’ll keep in touch

But I question if you lie

You talk about all others

And seem to ignore how hard I try

She says this is just how it goes

But I question if she understands

She says she can’t give in

But I’m not making any demands

I remain to be unseen

Just something, just nothing there

I explain to only me

The only one who seems to care

P.S.

Dear Miss __________,

I hope that you will read this.  It has come to my attention that you’re one of a kind; that “kind” being a beauty that preoccupies my mind.  Your intentions were unbeknownst to me, and at times that made things difficult to see.  I know what I saw, but I don’t feel that you saw it too.  While you were busy looking at everyone else, I was fixated on you.  I’m not sure if it was your charm, or beautiful dark hair, but it seemed like everything about you drew me in and held me there.  It was the way you wanted to hear about all my hopes and fears. It was the way you wanted to know about all the places I planned to go.  It was the way your eyes were kind, while you listened to me speak my mind.  It was the way you appeared to need nothing that left me wanting just a little something.  I can’t tell you what you meant to me, and I doubt you’ll ever really see, but when that’s the way life always goes, I guess it’s just the subtlety that anyone knows.  I’ve walked away and somewhat admitted defeat, but maybe one day our paths will meet.  You no longer need to be concerned with my dreams, and I’m fine without wanting you, or so it seems.  But if one day you read this and comprehend, I hope this heart you’ll seek to mend. 

To the beautiful hippy-chick and starry-eyed child who’d rather be hot, than ever be mild: the words I longed to say, and the actions I could never do, will all remain sleeping attempts to explain how I much I cared for you.

Sincerely,

David

Passing By

These darkened clouds will surely come to pass

But I still feel like I’m running out of gas

I can understand how things end up in the gutter

When you’re bogged down and beat up by emotional clutter

She’s breaking my heart, but doing it so sweetly

Not like a few others who’ve done so indiscreetly

Funked up beyond all recognition from your constant attacks

No longer moving, like a train stopped dead on the tracks

Woke up hung over, and then started writing

But couldn’t see what my eyes were fighting

They wanted to stay closed, afraid of what they’d find

Fearing they’d be a door to let you back into my mind

One of those days where I wanna run; jump; fly away

But I just keep holding my tongue like I’ve got nothing to say

Wanna rip up the earth, and shake up the ground

And then just start swinging at everything I’ve found

She’s still holding on to being withholding and defiant

Love for all the little people, but none for the giant

By chance, an oddly longed for interaction

With a distant and not so faded love attraction

Now just a friend of a friend, of sorts

But not enough time invested to make us cohorts

Single in the singular, plural in them

Turned on by being turned off, but turned down again

I’m willing to wait, but I’m losing stability

And I’ll count on you again after I finish counting to infinity

Goldilocks bears no grudges, but gets a little red riding through those woods

She found her sweet spot but it didn’t last like it should

I’m ready whenever you are, but I know you’ll never be

I’m there whenever you are, but still you choose not to see

My double take will never take, and you mistook the unmistakable

That regardless of knowing where I’m going, I know my love is capable

I can write it all up, and hide it all beneath subtlety

But the moment it needs to be real, I can’t make them see

Walked a mile in your shoes, just to wear out my feet

Then walked one thousand more in the hopes we’d meet

They pass me, dismiss me, and ultimately are

In a distant solar system passing by on shooting star

Reality becomes a dream, and the dream finally becomes something

Just praying for anything, but making peace with nothing

Overanalyze and underestimate the straight and narrow

Double up on the dogs for those places we dare not go

Truth be told I’ve been crushed for a while

And the pressure keeps increasing every time I see you smile

Let’s go to a show, making sure we’re back in time to wake up

And when it’s all just a dream, I wish my conscious would shut up

I walk along now, knowing that something’s askew:

An almost perfect day, except it’s completely missing you…

The Subtlety

The subtlety

The duality

The one that never comes to me

The drunkenness

The fucked up mess

The idea that I want none of this

The underage

The second stage

The words that fill this empty page

The red light

The sleepless night

The feigning for unending delight

The right way

The wrong way

The one who I just wanted to stay

The breathless

The distress

The overwhelming amassing mess

The silent

The distant

The one who can only sit and rant

The educated

The berated

The seemingly overly underrated

The sensitive

The pensive

The oh my God what I wouldn’t give

The deal with it

The fucking quit

The I could do without this shit

The dismay

The overlay

The ones that just keep getting away

The time spent

The words meant

The nothing more than half a cent

The whirl

The unfurl

The always distant, taken girl

The thinking

The drinking

The two that keep missing the linking

The one

The only

The longing to no longer be lonely…

One Day

A mess of scattered old newspapers

Rose to cover stone skyscrapers

The clouds congregated to pay homage

To the days they last did sabotage

We watched the world turn to papier-mâché

But didn’t feel like there was anything to say

The seas returned their tears to man

And everything went according to plan

The walls were stripped of their dull hues

And we all celebrated upon hearing the good news

Forgot numbers of that number we wanted to call

We sat back and feasted our eyes on the festival

It appeared that the world had finally crumbled

And found itself equally happy and humbled

We stood up to the tides that previously caused us harm

By standing on falling cliffs with no sense of alarm

Materials and resources were all but depleted

But we remained silent; happily defeated

I took your hand, and you took mine

And we sat watching the moon knowing we’d be fine

Science was silent, the believers speechless

The stars were turning off to hide the coming mess

Not ugly, not bad, just the end of what we all had

Not rushed, just hushed, with no reason to be sad

As the Earth shimmied and shook

The universe gave back all that it took

And in one bright and final glow

It showed us all what we could never know

It said goodbye to you and me

And let us know that’s how it would be

We floated on like a phoenix from the ash

While the trash became treasure, and the treasure, trash

In one last breath we made peace with being

And opened our eyes to a brand new way of seeing

And when the world did indeed crumble

We stood, watched, and accepted, humble

…The lights went out…

…All the stars above…

…But we weren’t without…

…Because we were in love… 

Femme Fatale

Her default setting is hot, whether I like it or not

So I guess it was good I did

Eyes that matched hair, forced me to stare

And messed with my ego and id

All up turned into an outward calamity

But she just couldn’t see

Organized myself but still so uncoordinated

Trapped, and yet, still free

Feel like I said something I shouldn’t have

‘Cuz she keeps running away

Feel like I lost what I never had

What’s now gone just wants to stay

The artwork up here changes monthly

But none of it’s beautiful

The glamorous that just beckon us

Have suddenly lost their pull

It’s about time you stood up for waking up

In 114 minutes she’ll be ready

It’s about a boy who’s on a sinking ship

It goes, but it’s not steady

The notion of commotion won’t lose its swagger

And nobody seems to care

The louder it gets the more we all forget

But I guess it’s comforting to know it’s there

The doors are locked; the windows closed

We haven’t lost but we didn’t win

The lights are off but someone’s home

They just won’t let us in

She took off last week; time well spent

But none of it spent with you

She’s on mental vacation until further notice

So what more can I do?

She appreciates the finer points of romance

But simply lacks the effort

She wants to see it all but can only glance

As she thinks that it will hurt

The artwork up here changes weekly

But all of it’s rehashed

The treacherous that just berate us

Have suddenly found themselves cashed

Her fire disarms, but there’s no alarm

And so I’m continually burned

The kind of looks you don’t see in books

It’s no wonder I haven’t learned

These children hold hands, to avoid quicksand

But everyone’s eventually hurt

The ones in the lead, succumb to their needs

A better tail in a different skirt

These men act like children time and again

But still maintain their ships

The continual mends dissuade their ends

Even after everything rips

She knows not what she does

But does it all the same

She speaks in tongues and disables your lungs

When she pretends to know your name

Her default setting it hot, whether I like it or not

So prepare for a nice scorch

She’s holding on to the idea of holding back

While I’m left holding a torch

The artwork up here changes daily

But original thought bears not

In the end, the memories of those I’ve penned

Will be the only love I’ve got