Tuesday, August 28, 2012

For blue skies

You can't be prepared for change, but you can accept it as it comes. For what it's worth, time makes you wiser but not without the consequences from mistakes. The chance that you may regret what cannot be undone would ultimately be missing the point all along. 

Why regret a choice you made? That's why the old folk say to think before you speak, to make decisions you're proud of, but I've never been a good listener. It's the impulsive, impatient blood that's rushed me from heartache to heartache. I wish for understanding and I wish to be humbled by all the madness I've built. I am so far from those days and still my memory brings me pain. 

You can't be prepared from hurting someone, and you can't be prepared for not getting hurt. It's inevitable. But respect, courtesy, honor - these should all be solid aspects for humanity. Without our word, what do we truly stand for? 

The root of this vague message I'm trying to spread is simply this: who are you at the end of the day, and if it's not someone you're certain of then I suggest when you wake up, try again. This life is all we're truly confirmed with, so take it all in, because we're all striving to make sense of something bigger than us, yet what we're so intently part of.

Sunday, August 26, 2012

The Point Sometimes

"And you know that nothing lasts forever
and depending on the weather
I'm a changer "

Wednesday, August 22, 2012

Get Well Now

Sleeping away toxics
in a room without a view
Thinking backwards
like we’re told to never do
Shake me till you wake up
we could make the night rise
Give hope a better chance
to let our past compromise
Maybe I’m just too selfish
wanting your heart on top of mine
When darts continue aiming
for an eye hard to find

Wednesday, August 1, 2012


A heavy memory that weighs on my eyelids is of you telling me not to pry. It’s nights like these that make me wish I hadn’t respected you enough to listen. Should have pushed a nerve so you gave into talking and shared what you felt. Regret keeps lingering on every question I didn’t ask, and how every time I saw you I felt your sadness and didn’t mention it. You told me not to pry.