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Living in The Now

Losing yourself to Everything

And laughing at the ground.

Maybe I have lost it

In the lives of boys 

And the toils of men.

Maybe it all boils down to

When it starts and where it ends.

Maybe I have blurred the lines 

And lost the ones 

That bless broken shrines. 

Maybe I have lost the ones

That break me down 

In business that binds. 

Maybe I have lost myself 

To living in boxes 

And trusting trolls. 

Maybe I've found my place 

In cardboard clouds 

Under broken bridges of stone. 

Only time will tell 

Where we are:

How far from hell. 

And only time will see us through

The cardboard boxes that befell. 

Cancellation

I can't change my hair to match your mood

It can't be shades of red or blue. 

I can't be older to follow you;

My age is something only I pursue. 

We whispered vows in the night 

That kept me alive 

And when life got crazy- 

As lives will do- 

You went on your way: 

Not to adjust, just to renew. 

Gifted and Misused

The wind kisses your cheek

And carries your cologne

Down streets and alleys 

It doesn't belong. 

And bruises the bones

Of neighbors and clones 

And steals the souls 

Of forgotten trolls.

She dances and whispers 

Of British beauty

And wears scarves and scents 

Of a stranger's home. 

Unseen by mirrors 

The wind dances within your heart

And steals the silence

Of another's depart. 

And though we don't belong, 

And though I've grown too strong

I can't help but wish 

For a love that's so wrong. 

Empty Handed

Your body stained red

But your hands were clear.

As bells chime closer 

You run from your fear. 

A stammer of goodbye,

Your colorless hands 

Wave tears to my eyes. 

Staring ahead

At the light that departs.

You're already dead

But alive in my heart. 

Sinking Feeling

Two years of beautiful lies

And beautiful times

When we'd lay on the bed 

With the world at our feet 

And warm our toes 

In the echoing sea. 

And we'd wait until morning 

And creepily sneak

Up to the top 

Of every mountain's peak. 

And we'd remember the threat 

Of waking from sleep

But we'd make the best 

Of each memory. 

And we'd hold tight to the thoughts 

That danced through our heads 

And bled through the sleeves 

Of each parting dream. 

And never did we swear 

We won't make it 

We can't fake it. 

We believed in a fate 

Much bigger than ourselves 

And we paraded through halls

Much deeper than hell 

And we fell for each other 

Like drowning in wells 

But our souls floated upwards 

And rang bucket bells 

And safe we remained 

In our bodies 

And stairwells. 

Beautiful Days

I miss lazy barefoot Sundays 

Spending half the day in pajamas 

Tied tightly around your waist. 

And my hair was up with 

Yesterday's makeup across my face. 

Acting as if 

those were our most beautiful days. 

A Call to Arms

A months worth of torture;

A prisoner of your own war. 

You've held yourself captive 

And deny your escape. 

A month wasted

In agony and sorrow. 

A cell filled to its brim 

With tears and lost sin. 

Impossible to deny

The feelings that remain. 

With each wandering eye

You are called to my brain. 

The guilt of goodbye 

And melancholy maybe, 

Leading my army astray 

For in my mind you remain. 

To mobilize 

Then to realize

It is never too late. 

Put down your weapons

And let me into your arms.