I waited for what in such a lot
But what a luck to win a buck
Pour in head and slam in bed
Pulled and fooled my heartbreak wound

Stuck at Luck
Randomly chasing a not
With words that sting
Like "your nothing"

It aches, breaks, and make mistakes
Like holding fire with no desire
You have no choice for your a noise
Just wait and see for whats in me
But all i do is think of you
And in the end I'm stuck at luck

Here i am in front of two
They're brains are full but kinda blue
One is down for a frown
Two is glue with heavy due

But why not come close with no clothes
When there is spark that light the dark
Are you afraid of what words may do?
Or the taste of heaven that stung you

Block the call while walking the hall
But a thing or two
Will always remind her of you
About how a moment of you
could have been a memory too

I'm sorry I could not love you
through all of your endless metaphors
or in all the ways you handed me words
of what your heart had in store.

I'm sorry I could not love you
when you loved me with so much magic.
I'm sorry somehow I made you realize
that fairy tales did not happen.

I'm sorry I could not love you
for your hands or for your eyes,
for the way you kept me laughing
or for the way you loved my smile.

I'm sorry I could not love you
and you decided to say goodbye.
But now here I sit and write
remembering your lullabies.

I'm sorry now for telling the truth-
but this has become a tragedy.
I'm sorry I only learned to love you
when you had stopped loving me.

my second mouth doesn't have to say a word yet it’s heard louder than words themselves. they leave the scene when they see the obscene face I inherited from my folks. the same kids who are so called into reading, couldn’t tell I was broke.

in a world where the greater population believe in Jesus more than themselves

can you just simply forget
How to do the things that made you live
you let all fall that are gifted in grace, let them hesitate with an insecure skip
dismay catapults while grey shadows
your previously bubbling take

maybe one day our hands will be intertwined and your legs will interlap with mine, but for now it's all stares....

today
is all I have

yesterday
is worlds away

tomorrow
never comes

If I could breath fire,
I'd inhale,
And never let it go,
Just to feel alive again,
Just to feel like I was burning
with passion like I used to.

who said life can't be close to perfect?
the idea of perfection is an illusion
no matter how you try
nothing will ever be close to perfect
why can't I strive to make things
as close to perfect
as I think they can get?