Headphones & Cellphones

Woke up this morning to put on the headphones

Walked to school with the feeling that I wasn’t alone

Wanted to check the time so I took out my phone

The phone fell; I disappeared, and found myself on my own…

“Welcome” she said, “to a world of truth

The kind that eludes your naïve youth”

We walked along trying to find my use

We walked along, me and my muse

The ground of this place was innocence

And the skies were made of dreams

And when the wind blew you felt at home,

And everything was as it seemed

We walked for some time and gazed at the souls

Of our present selves and those we planned to be

When the grass became green, we knew we were on the other side

And when I looked at myself, I saw only me

She took my hand and we left the ground

The air was freeing as we flew by

She whispered to me what she had found

And I whispered to her what had passed me by

Then with a crash I was again on the street

Headphones on the curb, no longer on my feet

Surrounded by those who wanted only to aid

And help me up from where I lay

To me the thought was not one I wanted

The thought of them coercing me, I daunted

They yelled “Get help! I think he’s badly injured”

But I closed my eyes; I disappeared, and reality I conjured

“Hello again” she said with a voice that eased my heart

“I was worried you had left, before we had a chance to start.”

She took my hand, and in a silver glow

She made me forget the pain I used to know

The ground broke loose, and the whole world shifted

And in an instant of ecstasy, my soul lifted

Not quite flying, but not quite falling

Just openly listening for my calling

She never asked if I was happy

And she never asked if I was ok

She simply asked if she could be by my side

And what else was there that I could say?

Amused with my muse, I took her hand

And on a beach out of reach we did stand

In a tongue unsung I told her my plan

And on a night, in the moonlight, my life began

But all too soon I was pulled away

The lights were white and it was yesterday

Or was it tomorrow, I couldn’t decipher

And me and my headphones were no longer together

Then over me appeared an unknown face

He diagnosed the situation and the place

Gently touching my head, and putting on my mask

I closed my eyes; I disappeared, and took in the gas

“Again? You know you must warn me first.

In your absences I fear the worst.”

She spoke as if we’d been apart for years

And I quickly tried to quell her fears

We embraced and thought of just us

Got lost in what would be, and not what was

Drifting away, on seas of the purest blue

We bid our individual lives adieu

Hearing thunder boom and lightning crack

We never did dream of coming back

And in the instances where I found it hard to go on

I looked to her, and my cares were gone

With electric intensity I was again back here

And with another jolt I had found a new fear

Lying on my back with four faces above

They all looked down, while I looked up for her love

“What’s he trying to do?” Asked the man in white

“Son, we’re trying to help you, quit putting up a fight”

I tried to run and I tried to do what was right

I ran to her. The beauty standing in the light

Opening my eyes, I saw free and clear

“I’m happy that you’re once again here”

She looked me in the eyes, and in her beauty did say

“I’m happy that you’re once again here to stay.”

Bad Day

So I was thinking about ending this nicely

And wrapping it up once again

But then thought: "Why give you the satisfaction?"

"Why is it that you always get to win?"

I swear I'm going to crack

And they just keep telling me what to do

But when I can't make them, and they don't want to,

What the f--- am I supposed to do?

And no this has nothing to do with that one

The one that seemingly "got away"

She's been left behind, with my focus now clear

And I'm fine, in terms of her, at the end of the day

My problem this time is all the other shit

Not very specific I guess,

The shit that you can't avoid as much as you try

How the f--- do I get out of this mess?

I've been told to make a correction to that

And I've been told to make a modification to this

And I'd like to tell them to get a life and stop trying to fix mine

Because I don't give a shit in the meantime

And yeah, I'm mad, but none of you need worry

I have contempt for those trying to make things perfect

And they see my life as half-assed, but I'm just in a hurry

I've only got one life to live, so save your comments and don't interject

And tomorrow I'll probably calm down

Or maybe it'll just keep growing

But you can all rest easy and know this

That none of this anger will I be showing

So I'll continue on from up here

And keep passing out to sleep at night

And hopefully I'll stop waking up each morning

Questioning: "What the f--- makes you right?"

Bridges

I’ve had a chance to be shaken to my core

I’ve had the keys, but the doors were locked

I’ve had enough, but they threw on some more

How does it feel to know you’ve been blocked?

Drive a little faster; you just might get there

Shout a little louder; they just might hear

Complain some more, to cover your fear

And I can’t help it, that I don’t care

Broken is the sympathy to you from me

Haunting is the empathy I still keep for you

Daunting is the task bestowed upon me

Burned are the bridges to me from you

Green eyes, and it’s no surprise

That I guard myself with all these lies

A weakness for those who seem to know me

And it’s no surprise we could never agree

Why’d I have to pick up?! I was comfortably one

The memories of you had all but gone

Can you tell me why you feel the need to continue?

Read into this all you want, I’m done with you.

…And I’m sick of talking about you

Especially when you want nothing to do

With me, at least that how it seems, per say

And I’ve filled my writing requirement for today…

Summer Sampling [Pt. 1]

Well, it makes your blood boil and your temples throb

And you can’t wish hard enough that it would be over soon

In the meantime you’re here going psycho propane cocaine crazy

And you feel like taking out everyone with a rusty spoon

You no longer want to hear that everyone is “so sorry”

Because honestly it doesn’t help or bring about a change

You feel like you’ve been uppercut by sheer reality

And your life could stand to be rearranged

A one-eighty is in order, but then there’s probably one coming soon

You don’t know what’s going on, but blame your honey blond hair

If life happened slowly then you’d have no reason to rue

But you’re stuck thinking that you’re the only one who cares

And everything looks perfect and nothing could get you down

But suddenly it looms and you wish it wasn’t all around

But don’t you worry because everyone has their ups and downs

And while you think you’re lost now, one day you’ll be found

You’re not one who believes it when you’re told, “It’ll be all right.”

You turn off your phone so that you can get away from everything

Your dizzying emotions can’t seem to let you stand up straight

And your world would be better, if their ignorance weren’t so frustrating

You soak up the sun and feel like you’re made of steel man, steel

Drifting off into the gray-green fog and oblivion you lose you

But you always come back and attempt to excuse the trivial

Take care of yourself because one day it’ll be only you taking care of you

Disjointed and frustrated you’d go to hell and back to make things work

You’re off to bed early to avoid life’s little disappointments

That boomerang will always come back, that’s how it works

Is this advice for you or for them, coming from your laments?

You carry around your small travel kit of personal emotions

And you keep a little distance to make it feel more special

But you know that you just want them, and you go through the motions

In the end you’re just the same, and you still want them to call

And everything looks perfect and nothing could get you down

But suddenly it looms and you wish it wasn’t all around

But don’t you worry because everyone has their ups and downs

And while you think you’re lost now, one day you’ll be found