The Pulse of Pavement

The parking lot looked almost beautiful
then we remembered it was a parking lot.
Blades of grass push up
through the cracks in their ceiling
gasping for breath.

The sun illuminates what should have been
a forest, a field, a silent sanctuary
and with images of buried pasts
we drive across the concrete tomb.

The Neighborhood Is Bleeding

So many times I find myself having an argument in my head with someone. In my head, I'm always shouting my obviously long and thought out reasons why they are so illogical and stupid and that I, a 19 year old illogical idiot myself, know EXACTLY what is wrong with them and why they are acting like a major asshole. Though these mock arguments are wonderfully enjoyable to think about, it is painfully frustrating knowing that I can probably never say those things to that person. All I want to say is "Back Off!" or "Maybe you should worry about your own life!" or usually "YOU SHOULD JUST STOP F^@%)#& WORRYING ABOUT EVERYTHING!"

It's just so frustrating having to hear about how wrong everything that I do is, or how inadequate I am, or how I see her too much. We're not puppets, we're people, and we have feelings and plans for ourselves. Why is it that people have the audacity to think that they can choose ANYTHING that has to do with another persons future, no matter the relationship or connection??? When did it become wrong to want to be happy instead of wealthy? Success does not equate to dollar signs. "Money can't buy me Love!" (Paul McCartney) Some people should learn how to LISTEN and actually consider that what they think is best just might not be what is desirable.

My Memories Have A Shadow

Lets turn the grass into a bed
And rest our eyes a while.
The air is dry and sweet, but cold.
It doesn't carry your smell.
I feel you lying next to me
But I'm scared to open my eyes
For my mind knows my senses cheat,
and when I do, my fingers outline the
mat of grass left from your back.

College Kids

I'm not where I want to be,
I'm not doing what I want to do,
I'm not who I want to be.
I'm part of a world that expects a Superman.
I'd be luck to be a Might Mouse.
The songs in my head never reach my hands,
and the passion in my heart is slowly turning to guilt.

Where did I go?
What happened to the simple love for life?
Suddenly nothing is allowed to be simple.
Everything means something
means something else
means something better
means blah blah BLAH!!!

I just want to have
peace,
clarity,
acceptance,
understanding.

"Someone please save us,
us college kids."

Writers Block

The words are pulsing through my veins
and bursting at my finger tips.
They're singing in my head
and dancing close to paragraphs.

Where the hell is a pen?
I'm drowning from my lack of ink.

Focus!

Remember what you thought
it was really good.
How did it go again?

The car screeches to a halt
and I hunt the drawer for that
little dispenser of thought.

I rip the cap off
and throw the tip to the page...



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Where Have You Been?

Where did all my friends go? I don't know where they are. I can't hear them. They've stopped writing. Sure they've called, messaged, facebooked, but I can't hear them. Writing is the best way for me to hear you. I miss you all, but it seems that you have stopped writing. I know that you're busy(believe me I am, too... kinda) but you have to let out your voices. They haven't gone anywhere, they're still in your finger tips. Just reach out to you pen, your paper, or your keyboard, and SCREAM into the letter. Let me hear you sing!

Comin' Home

I find myself in this room,
my room,
and finally feeling like it's home.
Not a permanent home, but at least where my bed is.

And at the first hints of normalcy,
I slipped away to where home was.
And suddenly my heart is torn
between what was and what is home.

The bed that rested me for so many years
feels so foreign and strange.
And the stairs I climbed so many times
are so much easier, and harder, to endure.

What at first felt so hard and different,
I begin to understand.
This long road that I'm forced to take,
Can only take me home.