Doesn't anybody stay in one place anymore?

Id be lying if I never said a word to you, and like the heat escaping away into the night, once our time is up I'm stolen away with the sunset, no ground can be gained if your not willing to risk, reading books upon broken monuments to kings of the past, a sunken ship in a frozen green pasture with its bow to the heavens, the people cry out but to no avail because they cant be seen, they never existed, all this surrounds one so beautiful, her song brought the ship aground, her love crumbled the will of sovereigns and now their dust feeds the field, all the while I cry out as if I was moments from a certain fate, I scream to the point that my voice is a whisper, and until I have none my voice will be heard, she's worth that much, more than the world itself, Sara you're so beautiful so please hear my voice, Sara save me from silence, save me from sinking, save me from sunset.

the loneliest place is with friends (reprised) or the car ride from hell

So staring at lights as they bounce off the roads,
from the newly wet streets in foreign zip codes,
i think to myself as if to converse,
with a friend who might understand our curse,
there is in my life an unreachable goal,
a cliff too steep or infinite hole,
my reverence and admiration are sincere in intent,
but doubt and cynicism conspire against me in contempt,
i saw a smile so warming it melted my fears,
but the heat soon lifted and cold sorrow interferes,
its like looking at the world without a lens,
i cant see clarity or beauty, in turn i pretend,
so sitting in this car as we travel through the rain,
the only thing to comfort me is the reminder of pain,
as the sun tries piercing the clouds to tell time,
im reminded of my loss and ends her rhyme,
i miss the way you used to laugh,
for me and only me,
never to change or so i thought,
before i was lonely,
now never is forever and forever today,
whenever i see you i keep feelings at bay,
i belie the way my heart has so sunk,
now comes the urge to lock myself in the trunk.


On a lighter note im actually not as depressed as these poems suggest. I just use past and present expieriences and feelings to inspire the words that i could never say to anyone through speech. Whether or not that means i actually write anything worth reading is really not what i am after. I just wanted an outlet.

the city must be the glitz and glamour i want it to be...

Color and reflection blend with one another, creating a sight that reminds me of lovers. Apart they are wonderful and complete on their own, together they meld into a perfect mold. Or so it should be or remains to be seen, as cracks over time work their way into seams, which slowly but surely and on that you can count, crack and chip away the pieces until little doubt, remains that this piece so exquisite as one, will become seperate parts once the fracture is done, and the two which were wonderful and complete all alone, now look worn out and dull without hue or tone, no longer useful or a sight to behold, all that is left is to become old. Such is the tragedy of unlucky love, like a shattered ceramic dropped from above.

the last thoughts of a defeated man

i let out a sigh and breathe deep, i must have lived a lifetime in two seconds, all my hopes and aspirations, it was the best thing that never happened to me, you were the best thing, or rather you were, i could never make it past that word, now I'm twice as slow and half as clever, and with regards to you i can see only never, you left me without even knowing it and all the cushions in the world couldn't curb my discomfort with how i let my glance stray for a second while we drifted apart, that was a year ago and I've been inhaling water ever since, all this for a glimpse and a split second memory, but drowning feels like heaven when im thinking of you.