2007 Writing

pencil in the emotions you'd never think to feel.
your loneliness rolls over onto its wounded side
you picture the ships sinking in the back of your mind.

with every step taken, a face fades into the backdrop
living life in snapshots; throw the negatives into the fire
and never prove that there was an association there.

where memory lacks, regrets crawl into the focus
becoming a visible bed that is neglected to be made
the sun begins to rotate and throw you off balance.
in the end, we still have our shadows.

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the moments we keep protected in our hands become the bombs we throw over the battlegrounds of words once we start to go wrong. it's easy to turn your back on someone you love when you realize that they haven't looked you in the eye since the first time they promised you their heart.

it's too hard to allow someone to see who you are because you're afraid that they'll discover your worst fear -- who you are is not who you appear to be, and pretending has become such a norm for you that when you're stripped down, you're still fake.


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how does it feel to be your only friend?
what happens when it comes to an end?
these days we keep running forward,
but time grasps the backs of our hold.

fading lines of overthought patterns
repeating old mistakes and lessons
acceptance is lacking and forgiveness
never exists long enough to be happy.

keep smiling, you're all okay
keep grinning, today's your last day.
in death, the slates wipe clean.

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