I'm Sorry, I Forgot

There was a dusty, old box. Untouched for years. Buried in the back of my mind, where I could forget it's place. Exiled from my heart, left for the wind to cherish. I forgot it's letters, it's pictures, it's names, I left it alone and I felt safe.
I picked this box up off the floor, blew the dust away, and opened what I know I've missed. Inside lay pictures of you. Of me and you. Letters we wrote, memories we've shared, promises we made. At first I was angry, I threw all the pictures, scattered about the attic of my mind, settled in the spiderwebs that capture all my dreams. But as I sit all, I glance around at all the smiles staring back at me. How perfect the light hit your golden eyes. How sweet the sky looks above us. I can almost feel the breeze of all the days, all the walks, all the perfect times that were erased.
The bittersweet crash of a love I'll never hold. But why would I ever bury them away? You were my light, you were my love, you were the energy that kept my alive. The difference now? I let it fade away.
You're still my love, my life and heart, my soul, my sun, and I promise you this;
These pictures will never fade, these smile will shine through my face. I'll never forget.
I'll no longer regret.
I love you. And I'll smile again. This time; big enough to brighten Heaven.

A Beautiful....Lie

You can fake it if you want to, but we can all see right through you. And now we're walking away, because you asked us to. Not with words, but with your eyes. You denied the life. The light of love, and truth. But you're preaching to the choir. I've danced with death for years now. I know the games, I know the lies. You're not fooling anyone but yourself

Yet I'm back to where I always start. For a "fresh start" for the 100th time. In a house, surrounded by love, but all alone. I'm never alone, I drowned myself in music, let it take the breath from my voice and give me new meaning, because I never know where I want to start. So I just run, even if it means I have to turn back. I never run far, I always get scared. But not tonight.
(I'm only lying...you taught me how.)
I'm a missing piece, traveling the realms of beyond the mind, fishing for a chance that I surly will not take. Why? I still don't know. If you can't seem to understand me, it's because you don't know me. And neither do I. So here it is;
I'm just a ghost.
I've said it before, and I talk about these "ghosts" a lot. I write their stories, I watch them at night, I live to feel them fly. Who are they? Who I MUST be. I feel I'll never find where I should be inside. But that doesn't mean I'll stop trying.
Unlike you, I will never give up my voice. I'll always make this noise, it is my destination;
To Be Heard.

You? You only wish...to be forgotten. So in turn?
You're the ghost.

The Blackest Hole

I understand people change, but don't miss out on this chance. You have to find yourself, and that's exactly where you'll find me. I'd survive with or without you, but what would that prove? Nothing. I just want to see you smile, like you used to.

You try so hard to build the darkest room, in the darkest house, and dwell on the darkest hour. You might spend a day in the light, but you'll always race back to the blackest hole, where you mourn the loss of something you've never had.
But why? I can't seem to understand your reason. I've spent time in the darkness, but I always come back to the brightest smile. It feels amazing to laugh, to love the life you walk, it's everything you try not to be. Happy? Is that what you fear away from? Please help me understand.
I've been mad, I've cried for you, I've tried for you, but you hide from me. Is this where we'll always be? I want to help you, I want to love you, I want to see you smile. But what's the point? What are you trying to prove?

Someday you'll see there's no reason to fear me, to hide from my. All I want to do
Is make you smile.
How horrible I must be.

I Guess What I'm Trying To Say Is....

If it's you for you and I for I, then one of us is gonna leave here blind. I guess I'm trying to find the words to say that maybe... I'm tired

Hey Friend, Concider Me Dead

It's just a waste. A game I've forgotten how to play. The rules don't make sense to me anymore, to be ignored, what's the point? I'd rather watch you fall. Especially if you think I'm going down with you. I stand tall, for once I know where I stand, where I'll land, run around and you'll soon find out, you're alone this time.

When did I make it so clear that I'm a fool? That I'm your walking stick, a crutch for your lies and mistakes you so cherish to make? Life can be beautiful, when you don't make a point to paint it all back to when the sun would never shine, the rain would keep you crying. It's time to pass. If you wish to come with me, drop the act.
Don't think I'll ever forget, I gave you that chance to make a plan to forget this mess, but you chose to keep up the story and explore me, just to see how far I'll let you destroy me. Oh, not anymore.
To you, I'm just a ghost.
Consider me dead.
I won't hold your hand.
I won't be a part of this plan.
When you decide you're alright with a mask and all the glory, I'll be long gone, so to you, my friend, consider me dead.
And I'll return the favor.

The Years, They Were A Waste

There's a beautiful light. It only shines if you see it just right, day and night, you can't hide it. it's written on your face. Painted in your smile, encoded in your laugh. It's impossible to hide, then again...you wouldn't want to. You'll climb to the top of your lungs to tell the world, tell the sad faces, all the loners, all the doubters, look at me. Shine with me. It doesn't get better than life. Perfect like the ocean shore at sunset. You sit and watch the night. As perfect as a summer rose. But every rose begins to wilt when summer falls.
Maybe it's a phone call, maybe it's a face, a voice, anything. Something. As a sounds bleeds from your ears, your heart begins to race. It's not right. Something must be mislead to believe such a sight could pull away the smile you fought so hard to keep. Though a painted smile can last, a tattooed shot to the heart will never wash away.
Just a day, just one word, took that world you screamed to, sharing your perfection, strikes a streak of lightening to break it all down.
One
Shot.

Straight to the heart. Now it seems the winter nights will never melt, never feel right. How do you find a way to laugh when the lights keep you hidden, keep you crying, but wait
You can't even cry anymore. You get to the day where it all just blends to one shade, one constant note, a sour taste that keeps you sick. Like the sunset never came, like the never ending rain, hate, a beauty you never knew about, you find so friendly. This dark, bleak feeling. You find disgust in the thought of dancing in the wind, you sit and find the death in flat sounds that others fear to love. It's all you have. As good as it gets.

A bright flash takes you back to, "Where did it go?", back to the top of your lungs you scream, in pure agony, until you voice gives out and so do your eyes. You can't find the light. But you vaguely remember that it was there. It was....what's the word? Can you even remember? It was only a week ago, a year? Or has it been longer? Time has left you in the dust...or rather...you stay in the shadows as it passes with the sunlight. You live in twilight. And you feel okay with it. But why? When it all felt so right, could it all feel so wrong, so fast. And how do I get back?

These Miles Have Torn Us Worlds Apart

It seems a waste. A waiting game leaves me misplaced. It seems like a normal day, the sun it blinds, voices ring in my ears, but all can fade away, for just a day. If I wake up, I'll survive another moment, but if I stay, in my dreams I can feel you here. A beauty only your eyes can bring to my world. Even if just for a day. But how long can I dream when I know reality screams for my mind to realize, I'm just living, never smiling, never seeing the colors that I was meant to hear. The sound of the pastel blue of the autumn skies where I can remember holding your hand. The pansy lined the street, the rain washed away the clay and stacks of gravel we kicked to the wind. The the milky silence of all the stars as they lit our way to moonlight, they all seem perfect as the reflect in you eyes. But in the morning, I know I'll see none of the same. It fades to gray, the rain, it keeps my wondering, wherever you are, that's my place.
There's a heart that beats so far away, and I'll wait for a day when your smile is painted next to mine, keeping my heart whole, full of warmth, the grass never seemed greener then where your steps match mine. Yet every time, I know it's time for yet another goodbye, I'll watch you leave, watch you wave and smile like it's all okay. But when your sight leaves mine, the puzzle held so close in my chest will lie unfinished.
Until then, I'll keep dreaming, wondering, if it'll always be this way. For just a day. I feel perfect. For a year of unfinished laughs, it's always worth it.
So I'll wait.
So far away, I'm standing underneath the stars and always I know there's something missing. When I glance to the empty air around me, I always remind myself
Just one more day.

Flight

She catches the starlight in her eyes
She's the last of this kind
Captured deep within her beating heart
The dawn of something new, a fresh start

No one else sees the beauty she sees
Plucking flowers for the graves of the non-believers dreams
She can see the lights of all the days to come
While everyone waits to heed the storm

It's sure to come, we've been told
From the young, to the old, we know what's in store
Right?
We do
Right?
Oh how eloquently blind
It's time to take the night
A flight at midnight
And just....enjoy the sight

The Missing Piece(Not A Death Wish)

Whispers behind a smoking gun
If you listen close, you'll hear them run
They aren't scared, they just don't know what to do
Just breathe, once, twice, GO

A passing glance means nothing to a daughter
But the son knows where she finds her father
You can't see it unless you listen close
To the voices that fade, she's just a ghost

She looks alive, she smells like summer air
You can watch the sun write stories in her hair
But in her chest beats an empty, hallow scream
With a bullet and a thought, she counts
One
Two
Three

We're All Just Ghosts

Do you walk or run? Scream or cry? Laugh or live? A perfect question for everyone who never knew. It's not like they ever cared anyway. A Ghosts is someone losr, someone waiting to be found. but how can I find you if you're always moving around? Can't stay in this place, they may start to wonder, start to listen, we can't let this happen.

She used to be so beautiful. Now in my dreams, she's never alive. She's always dying. Always crying. Someone I don't know, don't remember. It's not her. She's just a ghost, who's haunted me for years. I never wish her away, I never see her face, but I always feel her pain. All I wish is to hold her hand. But she's so mad. Her anger keeps her far away. I used to just smile and it would bring the sun to her face. But a smile is just an excuse not to cry. I wonder why. I can't just see her. One
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