You are a veteran at playing my mind, I'm a rookie, you try to teach me the ways to be like you, but I fall. trust no one, give me nothing but the will to kill. I used to be a lot like you, now I'm broken and live in song. You'll forget me when I'm gone. I used to be alot like you, but now I'm only me.

Forget all the things I've said they mean nothing, our entire existance was a hoax. we were never meant to be. you are imaginary. you a figmant of my imagination. a dream , an apparation.

Forgetting you is bliss.

Forevers' Grocery List

The empty feelings, the fullfilled sorrow, the july wind that softly blew, the trees that whispered, the flowers aroma, the sun that burns against my back as I whistled the long road I wuold walk down each day the thoughts I thought of. The fun times that I could remeber hymping off the warfs edge by the pier, the cold water chilling me, the laughs amongst my friends as I fell the lunch we'd eat the taste of hunger on out tongues, the tiredness of our bodies the long days of doing nothing, the short days of hard work, the most precious memories I hold dear, The fear of losing them for no reason at all the feeling of my first kiss that lingers on my lips, the way I ran afterwords with a stupid smile. Playing with my old dog George, now long gone, running in the grassy fields simply to feel it touch me the feeling of remebering.

A grown man crying, Like echoes of a whisper, Over a lost love.

Look Closer,


Justifying Opression by Supressing my Emotions, Putting all things aside, inside myself I Hide.
Ever passing moments, that Arise at every turn, Running from our deepest fears will never help us Learn. Hungry for Existance I Never find my self Regretting, the results of bitter Yesterday and the fine art of forgetting. Although I am in Doubt I know I will Always pull through. Memories of my lost self Surround me, this I know is

And so out of the ashes comes a burnt piece of hope that lingers on. Out of the darkness there comes a light of truth. Once so bleek and lacking a purpose to go on, I find myself now able to be me. The nights that were once so cold that left a chill on my spine, now become warmer, even in this bleak December. And as the days pass like minutes I feel mended. The days where smiles were turned to snickers and grimace, have come to a bittersweet end.

Finally.

So many faults to mend. so little time.