Love Is Lost

Where you used to be,

There is a hole in this world,

Which I find myself constantly 

walking around in the day time,

And falling into at night.  

I miss you like hell.

I loved you so deeply,

But for you,

Love wasn't enough.

I wasn't enough.

Between what is said and not meant,

And what is meant and not said,

Most of love is lost.

Run Away

All these words from me to you,
Like you pick up the station, But aren't quite in tune.
But you're not on the dark side of the moon...
You're right here on the same couch, in the same room
Playing video games with a look on your face,
Like you just want me to shut up.
And I feel my cheeks grow red,
You didn't hear half of what I just said,
Worse yet, you didn't look at me once.
Seems pretty harmless now,
But in a couple of months,
You'll barely notice I'm around.
As for me, I'm lonelier than I want to be,
Even now.  Up here in the North...
But my compass points South.
The struggle is to fight the urge to find a way to flee.
Running away from me,
From people who don't appreciate anything.
Because I think I deserve better than that.
You ignore me, , They defy me,
Run to Alabama, never look back.

Tarnished

As I breathe each breath
The fear that I am wasting them
steals more.
Shadows lurk behind every open door.
Promising future regret.
These moments that I lived for 
have become a chore.
Just got in the car,
Already, "are we there yet?"
Frustration sucks the life
from these cherished years.
To fully give my undivided best,
Self-sacrifice,
I've been to the precipice
Forgot about all else
Aside from feathering my nest
But what am I to do
Once all the birds have flown away.
All the pieces of me, set aside,
Won't make sense any more.
All of these days of my life,
Out of context,
Could be anyone's, even yours.

Far off worries...
Right now life's so blurry
I'm afraid I'll look back like amnesia,
Nothing at all.
Keep telling myself to try to slow down,
And let the magic of their youth rub off on me.
Happiness in untarnished beliefs.

Write. Right.

Tell me what you see,
Words make a story,
A Million different views,
She needs to see them
Each one
She doesn't choose,
They roll off her tongue
And from her pen,
In inks black and blue
And every color in between.
Since she was a teen
Tortured artist soul
Half empty cup, goes with the bowl
Overflowing with dreams.
Don't amount to a hill of beans.

It's like I woke up
A stranger to the world.
This life isn't mine,
Wish to do things I feel define
This personality.
Thought eventuality would land me somewhere fitting.
If all these words could make a living,
I'd be living well.
Oh well,
Hope may fade,
But the trace sticks around
Everything I've written down,
Has made sense for me, out of my tumultuous state
of being on Earth.
What is it all worth?
This girl's rambling thoughts,
A legacy,
No one will ever care to read.
All the pieces of me,
So much honesty
Comes out when breaking down.
What conclusions strangers might come to...
At least I have a point of view,
Never too blocked to write.
So what if I"m not doing it right.

Southern State

Sunshine through the clouds,

Oh i close my eyes

Kaleidescope colors multiply 

Somewhere between here and a dream...

In a skirt fit for spinning.

Glasses tinted Rose,

Perched upon a wrinkled up nose,

Kinda girls whose happy shows,

Spin laughing Til we cry,

When it's all too much 

Look to the sky. 

The kne I'm under now...

Somewhere over the rainbow,

Can you tell me how,

To forget the one I know by heart?

Somewhere down I-85,

Up above an Alabama sky,

Homesick like it's an art.

Hard to forget my southern start.

Won't after how long I've been away from home.  

Click my heals and close my eyes...

Sometimes when the light's just right,

I don't feel so far away.

If home is a place,

I'm sure it's a Southern state.  

A Ghost

You'd think it'd get easier.

The silence echoes in my ears.

Cold turkey alone,

Birthday but no birthday song,

Solo no one to cheers.

Can't look back.

Hurts too bad.

Blinders up,

Like I never had a family.

It would mean more to me,

Than it does to most.  

I've become a ghost.  

Park Moment