Life is a path, death a destination.

This is a page for all the poetry and lyrics that I’ve written, along with short compositions that have manifested themselves through my life experiences. It would be pertinent for me to note that most of these are from my past, and while they are still relevant to that context, I’m really only posting them as a compilation of all my “works,” if you want to call them that.

So I’m painting the sky with reasons, and I’m marking the ground with your name. Tell me I’m wrong and I’ll tell you you’re right, but lately right just isn’t the same.

Well you may have moved on, but I’m still here, hoping that moving forward won’t keep you from coming back; and you may have said “I’m done,” but I’ve forgotten how to steer, and no one but you can get me back on track.

She’s the kind of girl who makes you wish she were yours without doing anything at all.

The kind who makes you feel like there isn’t any floor, and you can’t help but fall.

What do you do when your dreams are better than your reality? It’s a sad truth that so many of the things that we desire most can only be gotten in that space between spaces that we are only able to travel to during the hours in which our minds are shut off from the real world. You hear a whisper in the back of your mind; you slowly turn to see who it is that’s calling your name. You smile at her and she smiles back; in this moment you know that she cares for you every bit as much as you do for her. But suddenly, she’s gone. You wake up and realize that, once again, it was only a dream. You sigh, dwelling on that last, warm feeling for just a moment longer before you climb out of bed to rejoin reality and the fact that some dreams may never come true. But then, sometimes reality is better than anything your mind could have dreamt up. In these rare circumstances where you feel like the luckiest person in the world, and none of your past dreams can compare to what you have standing right in front of you, you’ll find yourself wishing that sleep was optional.

They might say I’m crazy

For trying to win what I’ve already lost

But girl, you can bet your life

That it’ll take an awful lot more

To break me down enough to give up.

Somebody told me what not to do

I came back and said, “You’re dead wrong.”

The more things change, the more they stay the same.

I’ve got one too many things on my mind

Maybe I’ll make some use of the rest

I’m a little bit smarter than you might think

Sometimes something more than unkind

Still another aside from the best

Cut out and pasted and written in ink.

Where did my consciousness go?

This theater’s become so unbearably quiet

I’m listening to the sound of the lights,

They’re telling me something I already know

I’m a little unsure but I’m willing to try it

Brighter still than most other nights.

On my way out now, I’m headed right through

You’re calling my name, but I’m already gone.

The more things change, the more they stay the same.

If all the world is a stage, it seems that I am the tragic hero who never ceases to discard what he loves; always reaching for what isn’t there: phantoms in the mist, promising much but delivering so little. But still I can hear your voice coming from somewhere beyond the haze. I’m determined to find my way through; I’m doing everything I can to get to you.

I tried. You don’t even know how hard I tried. Was it really so easy for you to just walk right past me and not even turn to say goodbye? I guess I should be used to not getting any closure… it seems to be my specialty. I tried so hard. Now I wonder if you ever even meant it when you said, “I love you.” I get it though. Life has taught you to just move on and ignore things that cause you pain. I get it. I occasionally will hope for a moment that you’ll stop and remember me, but then reality beats some common sense into my heart and I stop being so naïve. Ah, reality. That age old bitch that you hate so much because she’s always right. Oh, I’m not being pessimistic though; not by a long shot. There’s a fine line between pessimism and finally learning that playing with fire will get you burnt, and that pretending you can’t feel the flames won’t keep the burns from getting worse. I’m through playing the martyr. It’s time for me to lock my heart in a time-activated vault and stop wearing it on my sleeve where it never fails to get split open and bled out on the ground.

What if we had never made the mistakes we did?

Would you still want to be with me?

Would I still be able to kiss you the way I used to?

What if I hadn’t been such a foolish boy?

Would you still be calling me your baby?

I want to love you for everything you are, and everything you’re not.

You can feel that our love was never real,

But I’m not giving up.

You can walk away

And just forget

But I’ll stay

I’ll be waiting for the day

When you remember.

Love hurts, so thank you for reminding me that I’m still alive. Maybe the reason you seem to have forgotten me so easily is just that you’re scared. Maybe you’re scared that if you open your heart to me again, we’ll fail the same as before. Maybe you haven’t forgotten me, and you’re just scared of your own feelings. Or maybe you’re confused, and you don’t even know what it is that you feel at all. All I know is that it’s killing me not knowing how you feel, but you won’t tell me. I know that I feel both scared and confused; I’m scared that I really have lost you forever. I’m confused by your seemingly sudden change of heart. They say it gets easier, but for me it seems only to be getting more difficult. I guess I wish that my relationships didn’t seem to be doomed to a sudden and jarring end. I guess I wish that I could get some closure for once, but closure isn’t exactly something that I’ve ever gotten very much of.

I know how you really feel. I know how sad and alone and abandoned you feel deep down. I know the feelings that you hide behind the smiles that only find their way out when you’re alone. I wish I could do more than simply tell you how I feel. I wish you could see inside my head and know just how much I care for you.