This Idea Of “Us”

The truth is this was never supposed to happen. This idea of “us” was not the plan. I say this because a part of me, that broken part of me, is still convinced our stars did not line up together. They were never aligned. But those few bits of me you were able to save

DARKNESS

Don’t ever get close to me if you’re scared of the night.Don’t ever get close if you’re scared of darkness.

Fear

i have become the very darkness I once was afraid of and believe me,The moment people sense the darkness, they will walk awayBelieve me when I tell you that “opening up” is a trap.Some things were never meant for the ears of men.Some truths, like dirt, are best swept under the carpet.

Loving you in bits

I can’t love you in bits. I know I shall scare you away. I guess that’s the price I have to pay. But I shouldn’t have to hold back pieces of my heart. So if my kind of love scares you, if my kind of love freaks you out, if my kind of love is

Nightfall

When night falls, good men fall with it. With the Lord’s angels by their side, they sleep. Full of hope, full of life. But with that same nightfall, Some men go to war forsaken by God. And tonight I, the poet, I ride with those men into battle. “Good” men, but worse, darkened souls. And

Graveyard

I need a place to burry my dirt But would you stay if maybe, If maybe I buried it within your heart? I’m the kind of man that keeps falling Collecting scars invisible to the eye. Yet my heart’s still longing and calling. I’ve done things in the absence of light Created permanent silhouettes in

Smell of fuel

I love old cars the smell of raw fuel when you finally hit the gas. I love the long silent walks down the far country side where natures aura blossoms. And I love the sun a dying light at dusk the hope of a new day at dawn. But you know what I really love

broken

when tears dont flow and the heart feels no more; Things only the broken know. Solomon

Lighthouse

And the poet stopped.Took a deep breath and with a a sighStarted all over again.Only this time, he lived one day at a time.Loose from all human attachment.Loose from all the pain, all the tearsA choice not by desire but necessity.And on each day he only looked ahead,Miles away into the fog where a bright

Perfected Art

I’ve mastered the craft of thriving in the darkTo the extent that I wouldnt know how to beIf I ever found light.I wouldn’t know how to be if I ever found company.Or even what to say or do if that ever happened!The knowledge, the memories, they all faded away.It’s just these faint images and vague