Love is Broken

Have you ever loved someone in such a way that you can feel them against you even when they are so far away? Loved someone so deeply that sometimes their face is all you can see? I've already stated that I'm choc full of cliches and have accepted that everything I say is so passe, but I don't really care OK? Love is something I, for lack of a better word, love. I love love more than the earth below and sky above, could I make it any clearer? It's what makes you nervous whenever you're near her and it's what drives you to do idiotic things to impress or please her. Sometimes you're stuck between two loves and can't choose, you can't have both and with either one there's something to lose. Maybe a friendship will end or some people feel burned, but love is never easy but somethings just have to bend. Love isn't always accepted, we scorn those who love differently from us or those who have taken something from us, like their happiness is somehow to blame for our lack thereof, now that's not just. Just because you're sad and let it slip away doesn't mean another's love should also decay. We cling so desperately to things that aren't ours, and long for something carnal we can devour. Because we've somehow confused the emotion with the physical attraction. We speed things up then try to slow them down, in hopes that we can finally keep someone around. It's taken in all the wrong shapes and forms, people trying to control something that's out of the norm. Love shouldn't be a frequent feeling, love is delicate and fleeting, sensitive to the heart's quiet beating. So when two meet and synchronize, it's that cheesy gleam you see in their eyes. We're all broken and searching for our other half, but we want someone perfect or someone we can't have. But it's not about finding that one perfect girl, it's about finding the one that removes you from the world. Takes you away from everything that's cynical and jaded, removes those feelings of bitterness and hatred. It's about finding that person who takes you as a broken mess and knows in her heart that this is you at your very best.

Sleep Soundly

Another sun rises in the sky

And I turn over, content to let it pass by

Ready to stay in and sleep through it all

Shut off the phone because I won't take a call.

Deciding it's OK to take a day off what will I miss?

With all the shit happening I don't really want to see this.

Maybe if I just shut my eyes tight

Everything will at the very least appear all right.

Because I'm sick of all the tragedies

I'm sick of always waking up to new travesties.

I just want to stay asleep until it's all gone,

Hide away and hope it's all said and done.

But that will never happen so long as we are human

Because it is in our nature to do this again.

Build Hearts From Stars

Sometime's late at night I just like to watch the stars and use their light to illuminate the scars. Just gazing into that deep dark abyss, thinking about life I've come to the simple conclusion that there's got to be more than this. More than the muck and mire of ordinary life that we a forced to watch transpire, more than the money and fame, more than the foolish acts of shame. It's an obvious assumption to make, yet it seems from all of these things we never take a break. We continue to lie, cheat and steal, we continue fill ourselves with the same pedantic spiel. But there are bright lights among the wreckage, people who live their lives by a different message. One of hope, bravery and fortitude, one that leads them to challenge the status quo regardless of the forced solitude. Because for some reason we demonize and vilify the heroes who even dare to defy. It's these rebels and ruffians that I ally and choose to build my heart from the stars. Because their light provides a chance to see the the darkness, an opportunity to cut though and navigate the blackness. It seems grim and bleak from time to time, but when it does just look up to see the stars shine. The darkness seems so vast and unfathomable, but those stars, thousands of them, try their hardest to make it more manageable. Some of these stars shine with such bright fervor, it's hard to imagine anything like them before. The sad truth though, is that those stars that burn so bright and beautifully are the ones that go out unjustifiably. So we grow angry and sad in retaliation, crying out "How dare you take away my reformation? How dare you reply back with more obfuscation?"  We grow frustrated that our source of light has been taken away, broken and desloate because our star has died away. Don't be sad when a star dies, because they go out with such a flourish it's almost magical to the eyes. You have to pick yourself and know it happened for a reason, keep on walking, keep going for yourself and for no other reason. Build your hearts from these stars and know that no matter how dark it gets, that light is never to far. An ending cliche, they are forever in your heart, fostering the light even you had from the start.

What's Left Unsaid

I don't feel like there's much more to say,

It feels like I've poured my soul out in every way.

I know there's parts I've never even seen

Things inside myself only revealed through dreams.

I think I've spent so much time exposing the flaws,

that it seems I'll never ever escape the dark's jaws.

In all honesty it's really not that bad or dismal

I just have a lot of demons that's all.

So maybe my heart seems like some twisted wreckage

Filled with sad stories and some outdated adage.

But I kind of like it, broken but honest

And it will never be fixed, that I promised.

Why force it back together with tape and glue?

Why not let it show what others never knew?

I've been told I'm brave for letting it all out,

But isn't sharing life what life's all about?

Keep Walking

Tired and exhausted we pull ourselves through the day

Because there really is no other way.

No other way to go through it all

So we trudge through the day and try to stand tall.

Although we have become weak and weary,

We cannot let others know that we're dreary.

We must hold our heads high and be proud

Proud to know that we stand out in a crowd

Whether we want it or not, people seem to know

that there's a person who won't let it show.

Won't let the burden of life appear as a weight

Because we know that we only need to wait.

The load gets lighter and easier to bear,

So long as you know you're friends are there.

Life worth living

It's amazing to see people complain about how their life ought to be, so caught in creating a perfect reality. Too busy trying to fill empty purses, people are mistaking blessings for curses. Well let me give you a little glimpse into me: I've been blessed with a broken body, mind, and even a broken family. Now I know these words are shocking to hear, but they are words I hold dear. It's the brokenness of life that makes us whole, refined through fire I've strengthened my soul. Through trials and tribulations, despite stumbling over temptations, I've begun the retaliation. The push back against the norm and breaking out against the traditional form. I do this because I refuse to sit back and accept that the tragedies of life are all that is left. Why do we resign ourselves to such solitude when all it takes is a bit off graceful fortitude? It won't solve itself with strength or force, but with a calm attitude and ability to stay the course. Things get rough but that's life, filled with times I strife. But here's the secret, it's also full of love, love from others here and above. It's a simple statement that isn't made enough because we are so caught with collecting better stuff, friends, money, toys, chasing after girls and boys. I've done this all too, I've said it before, but I know there is much more to live for. Life is so vast and grand, the idea that people miss out on it because of a few bad spots is something I can't understand. It all gets to feel a bit much and the weight is crippling, but that's the thing. It seems cruel and unfair and sometimes it feels like no one really cares. So we go on trying to fill that whole with stuff, instead of stepping aside and letting in Gods love. I don't mean to be preachy but it's something that life has shown me. It's nice to know that no matter how I feel I'm never alone and He can make anyplace feel like home.

Fleeting Feelings

This one goes out to the dreamers and innovators, the people who aren't content to sit back and wait for later. This one is for the people who chased after what they wanted and by the haters and critics they were never daunted. It's not easy to go for your dreams especially when everyone only tries to put you down, "you'll never make it as a band/writer/actor stop acting like a clown" To those people I offer a simple gesture, a middle finger so large you'll never enjoy the same sick pleasure. That twisted feeling you get because you've made yourself "superior" while make others feel inferior. And you've done this for no better reason than you're a colossal idiot, to afraid of your failures to even admit it. So while you sit in the shallow end of self-pity others are enjoying the bright lights and big city. All because we dared to dream of things you couldn't and because the act of giving up is something we wouldn't. Because when you find out what your passionate about it doesn't matter what the others are trying to figure out. To break from conformity is seen as this tragic abnormality, but aren't the philosophizers and inventors that were called stupid in their own time the same people we hold up now as those of a genius mind? So enjoy your 9-5 dead-end cubicle job and try to put as down, even though we are already so high off the ground. So this one goes out to the writers and musicians just trying to make it, the people working 2 jobs just to play a bit. Those who call them lazy slackers have no idea the dedication it takes when you have no backers. You have yourself and a handful of friends who you would take with you to the ends. Forget all the haters, they only exist to prove you matter and it's up to you to rise above the mindless chatter. These haters no mater how bold or loud only prove one thing...what you're doing is a beautiful thing. Few have the courage to simple go for it and become something much more than normal society will permit. You're one of the lucky ones to break free of the mold, now let's keep that going till we're old. Don't let them take what's yours, fight for your dreams and you'll find those open doors.