The eye of the storm

January 31, 2015

This day and the last
Make it all seem just perfect
But we know better

All along alliterating

January 30, 2015

Simple stupid silence
Making moments mean more
Silent scornful starring
Making memories sore.
Wishing waning wasting
Times tumble together
Wreaking wreckage awry.


January 29, 2015

The odd trials of
Two lovers but lovers not
Stuck in the ending

The end of the world

January 28, 2015

In seventy two hours
The world will end
Did you make the right choice
My dearest friend?

In a mere three days
It will all just cease to be
Will you be happy
Or have regret like me?

In four thousand three hundred twenty minutes
It’ll all be done
And will I be okay
Now that I’ve no one?

These days

January 27, 2015

I spend a lot of time these days
Thinking about the life I had
And what it could have been
I think and think and think some more
And think it would’ve been pristine.
To become a doctor, a lawyer, a judge
Or an outlaw, a politician or an underworld king.
Every choice I ever made
Has always come back to sting.
Year in and out, I work at my career
Going towards no where.
Now when I think back on what I could have had
I am filled with remorse and despair.

A different three words

January 26, 2015

I’m done.
I’m done.
I’m done.
I’m done.
I’m done.
We’re done.

The Game

January 25, 2015

The never ending questions
Filling my tired head
How’d I used to do it?
How’d I get to bed?

I try hard everyday
To make it to the next place
Then I get pushed back a step
And told it’s not a race.

But last I checked
You lead by one
The scoreboard is lit
And the quarter’s just begun

I guess I’ve got
Another fifteen of fame
Before the final whistle blows
And I relish in my shame.