Past...It is a word that means just That,and speaks of a Time that we can't bring Back,mistakes that

Once monuments, and moments of euphoric majesty,
Momentum gained, and we lost much in its speed,

We are but ghosts and strings.
Such petty pretty things.
So easily broken;
Don’t linger but

What you see will astound you,
I’m sorry that I have a habit of
Repeating old used lines.
It just

Rude awakening...

The night...over...

We sit before a Sunless day

The future we hid behind

Speak in tongues that ignore convention
And obey the liberty of chaos.
Trade store-bought success

The labyrinth of the unknown, the hub of ineffable quandaries,
I hear the birds sing as a feeble

I wish I were in love again.
My feet would not touch the ground,
Lightheaded, happy at the same

spend too much time
quiet in my bed
can’t contemplate
the midnight scares
fouling up my

You're right,
I don't know what I'm doing
but I have to jump
before I can fly.
have

Infinity.

Her silent introspection
reveals self is bottomless

She seeks the stars of night

Our ancestors are remembered
in the laughter, the joy and tears
of our children and their

In Perfect Balance

This world is almost perfectly balanced;
for all the vile unimaginable things

I yearn for the things we will find when it is time
The love I hold in my bed at night
The lives I

A dark, cold June day,
With drizzle and more.
Time to reminisce,
time to do some

the sun sinks lower

in the afternoon sky

a chill breeze cuffs

my face lightly

whisking

Months, weeks, days flew past us
We have come to this crucial point
Lived to seconds in hope,

a great house ravaged
and torn
only a frame remains
banquets are but
a

yesterday I awoke
feeling omnipotent
this morning
fearing failure
tomorrow I hope

Hello,
It is 3:46 and I'm sitting in the bathroom
Thinking
"How did I get here."
I am Trying to

Why do you get so worked up my friend,
the world isn't going to end.

You say that don't you,

1. Obsolesence.
2. The future.
3. Explosions underwater.
4. The law of root mean squared.
5. The

Even when the sun is up I experience darkness.
The pain is there, but can't be seen like the

It is beautiful what little we look to find in people to begin loving them.

The gentleness of his

The souls of the trees
Stood bare in the winter sun.
Fruitless
Leaves next to none.
I trace the

Watch in wonder, listen with care.
As its teachings this world lays bare.
Run, skip, jump,