LoserKiidWhoa

dissect a day into it's parts day by hours; hours by minutes and in their passing moments opportunity awaits a visit time often does control a man too late too early, right on time by the sand's life span or by a timer's screaming chime. every second holds and open door every minute another sixtey take the path, make the choice create your own destiny

Trickling through the trees The morning creeps in Waking up the leaves And warming them within We can not feel it anymore And thinking on it now I’m missing mostly this As death keeps its strangling grips It binds me from the world I knew And even though I’m close This earthy confinement keeps me trapped Only six feet, though I slowly decompose I become a part of the growing cycle Of life and death repeating And this is how the world will sickly spin Until the core stops beating The nature of it fleeting No chance of ever cheating

Sweet tunes of history and what could have been So long ago it seems to have occurred And though the distance between us is greater There is no fine line to be blurred The situation has gone and past Like a torrent or monsoon And everything that we had Was lost much too soon You say we must keep distant So that we both are spared Of some harsh reality Something you’ve not yet shared So gone am I, and sorry are you It doesn’t change a thing

the hours we spend talking on the phone i devour something about the way you encourage me empowers the flow of feeling into words meshing to form the way birds put heart into the songs they perform the way flowers bloom when the sun awakens their core your warmth enters in and the feeling just pour out into the open it very hard to disguise and my unwillingness to accept it is bound to be my demise but I’ve always been the late bloomer the bud tightly shut so nothing can enter but slowly even i spread my length still scared and unsure of my strength or the lack of, that's when i retreat and i wilt into utter defeat i sec

forgetting you and moving on i need to try and cut the ties that make my decisions and my bonds all unreal as if it a guise and though these feelings seem unkind my intent is not of that sort but rather to tell and remind that i want not to resort to longing for the presence of something that's untrue and stumbling with the hesitance of unstable "I love you"s knowing in my heart and being that you're not really my one and only i don't want these false feelings leaving the both of us so lonely so with a heavy sense of remorse, and regret there couldn't be more the pain of the sad true fact I bore residing in my core that my

looking back through years past and now to the fork in the raod where once i would have never ventured my soul was somehow drawn the mangled sign post and weathered wood nameless this unknown path stood no footsteps or tracks on this road though causious and wary onward i strode a fog of insecurities block my way my self-doubt and shame make me stray from something new something oddly serene almost as if i don't deserve this change of scene questions of who and why of my being the purpose of my life this unclear path the distant future the unfurling seams and ripping sutures i guess there's a point in everyone's life where