Wednesday, June 16, 2010


It's a word said casually.
Thrown around with no thought of the consequences.
A poem is written and a secret is told.
It's read between the lines, assumptions are made.
So you tell your thoughts,
what was running through your mind when the pen was in your hand.
Lessons never learned.
It's written in a shroud on purpose.
Keep your mouth closed and 
quiet the voices in your head screaming of loneliness.

Overreact and exaggerate.

It's all in my head, but I don't let it out.
Smile, laugh, tell stories.
Running over every problem in my head.
Those days that I forget it all, 
vacations from my mind.
Hello, summer.
Goodbye, fakes.

Monday, June 14, 2010

Never say forever.

They tell you that secrets only bring you closer, 
but in the end they're what tear you apart.
Ammo for the revenge shot.
Bullets used to kill only friendship.

They say I'm chasing the wind.
A finger to the North and some lines on a map.
I'm running along the roadside, hair swimming behind me.
Feet no longer on the ground, I'm off on my adventure.
Daydreaming my way to nirvana.

Friday, June 4, 2010

A secret you can't even whisper in your head.
A mental block. Don't tell anyone. 
Can't trust anyone.
Not even yourself.
Because at your weakest moments,
you'll tell.

Wednesday, June 2, 2010

Theres a tear on my face for every day you've been away.
It's flooding and I can't find my way out the room.
You didn't leave, but you couldn't stay.
And now I'm drowning alone. 
Swimming to the top only for you.
The light shining through the rain,
you're my guide in the dark.