Photographs Again

Photographs of those attached

And you say one day you’ll know

A heart devoid of a suitable match

And that’s just the way things go

I look on with quiet regret

At the faces that could have been

An effort on my part was needed

But then again, that was then

An anger that passes in an instant

And he stands in a solemn confusion

He pleads with life for understanding

As it hides how it will use him

A brother in the doorway

Unable to say what needs to be said

No tears, as this one’s empty

Is this really where we’ve been led?

As liquid takes the body

And smoke absorbs the mind

He looks to me for an answer

But nothing here, will he find

Photographs of those attached

And they say love knows no bounds

So why is it he sits still

Unable to be found?

They look on with a silent pity

They don’t say it but I know

Seemingly, my only better half

Following me wherever I go

An anger that’s ultimately useless

At this half that doesn’t exist

An anger that remains, regardless

So what exactly did I miss?

A brother in the open

With a heart not afraid to hide

If only it were useful

But it remains locked inside

A solid place to place my feet

And a soft one to lay my head

A heart to share my heart’s weight

But none of this should have to be said

Photographs of those attached

And I say one day I’ll know

But the words have lost their meaning now

And I pray that’s not just the way things go…

WhatsHerName

We do these things

Not because they’re easy but because they’re hard

But since when is it easy

To leave each other broken and scarred?

As I continue to search

For what’s-her-name?

I look on at those around

Already enjoying the game

The paper money falls

And our boxes start to wear

I’ve passed go countless times

But still no one is there

I watch as they come together

And then close in upon me

I watch as they fade into

A lime-lit obscurity

But I don’t appear to them

Though I’m not quite nothing

And since when did noticing

Mean you had to say something?

The 3^rd wheel’s getting no grease

But I’m not antsy for attention

And if I didn’t think it would kill you

I’d ask for an honorable mention

Now there’s an internal conversation

That’s bred from an internal conflict

Now there’s an external situation

That’s making me feel sick

Dry heaves left me questioning

Is it me? Or is it everyone else?

Can I go ahead and blame the world?

Or have I just done this to myself?

Out of the cold grows a weed

And it bears resentment from it’s stem

So I’m not going to ignore it,

But I just might ignore all of them

And I have all the time in the world

To sit, hear, and wait

While you figure out what’s wrong with me

Before it gets late

But if it isn’t obvious yet

Then it’s something you’ll never get
Hello what’s-your-name,

I don’t believe we’ve met…

Change of Heart

It was just another day in a colder climate

As I found myself once again questioning my fate

I kept going over and over what I said and what they said

When I saw myself standing outside my own head

So I walked in and saw myself waiting for me

And all I said to myself was “Is this really how you want it to be?”

It was just another day surrounded by snow too deep

When I called upon her to soothe me back to sleep

I keep going over what it is they say and do

And wonder if I’ll ever stop wondering, “Where are you?”

You gave light to a page that I had yet to see

And all I said to myself was “Is this really how you want it to be?”

It was just another day near lukewarm hearts

As I found myself hating how they all got their starts

I wanted nothing more than to have one that did smolder

And I might tell you one day when you’re older

Just tell me as soon as you see what I see

And until then I’ll keep asking myself “Is this really how you want it to be?”

Dedicated to a feeling that’s no really there

Dedicated to finding a start

Dedicated to the only one who seems to care

Dedicated to a heartening hart

It was just another day in which I wrote another tale

I stood by the same old product and tried to make a sale

I kept repeating what they all thought needed to be said

And then I saw you standing beautifully inside my head

So I ran in and saw myself suddenly set free

As you explained that these words aren’t for them, but just for me…

Out of Ink

Trying to figure out what I was thinking in the first place

I wait for another wanderer to call

My thoughts wander, and boredom creeps in

As I think anything would be better than staring at these 4 walls

Listlessly these words appear as if to taunt me

But only when I’m not standing still

The moment I stop and try to write it all down

Is the moment my creativity is suddenly killed

So I babble, I ramble, but most of all I rant

I wait, I long, I continue to hope it won’t last

It’d be nice if this could mean something, but it can’t

And soon these thoughts today will become part of the past

I’m afraid you’ve heard it all before

You’ve listened to my voice as I played this game

My heartbreak, my angst, and everything in between

You may not have know what it meant, but you kept reading all the same

So without any further ado, a hiatus is in order

The writing will disappear from the eyes of the reader

I’ll discontinue my thoughts, take a break perhaps

And return when the muse in my life is sweeter

A thank you to you all, the few that saw my many

A thank you to all of those who continue to look up

The view from up here is no longer that clear

And with that I will say enough…