When Sarcasm Is The Truth

You're shaken up
From the stress at work today.
You're in pieces,
about being able to pay your rent tomorrow.
You can't sleep,
Because you're thinking of the responsibilities
waiting on you tomorrow and the next days of your life.

Meanwhile, death could be knocking at your door.

Any hour. Any minute.

Any second.

But it doesn't matter.
Because there are more important things to do.

Doormat Lover

The people who want to take chances
Always end up with the people who aren't willing to take them.

Through a dusted mirror of a narrow hallway
She recognizes her mysterious reflection
And wonders about the world.

Music pulls on her heart strings,
And words on a page are like oxygen to her lungs.

The people who fight fear,
Always end up with the people who are defeated by fear.

No common ground has been discovered,
And we are running out of seas.

Droughts progress, the days are running out of weeks.

And a pilot can only stay awake for so long,
And a plane can only fly it's amount of fuel, before ground.

Until the crash, time will pass.
The girl in the mirror will never see clearer
Than the dust on a shard of glass.

Colliders

The lonely hallway waits,
The two loves exchange embrace.

Upon a trail of sparkled stars,
A distance which we once called ours,
And so it's gone away.

A hello that unravelled,
Into hopeless romance and glittering eyes,
We dreamt of a land becoming our own escape.

And no one else can reach us in our sand castled towns,
These streets are ours to sweep.

Each grain marks the defeat,
of the heart I long to keep.

Obsolete and Incomplete

Invisible aura

In your presence.

Always giving, never the receiver.

Betrayed, deceived. 

You misunderstood the equation presented.

I unfolded a truth requiring difficulty to admit.

The least you could do, is close your arms around mine.

And breathe. Breathe me in.

Invisible.

Alright with that now.

Used to being the lingering ghost,

And I thank you for forcing me out your door.

(Sarcasm makes a better lover.)

The Lost Soul Mates

Between the galaxies and drifting of stars and clouds,
I know you're out there somewhere.
We just haven't been found yet.

The One Who Won't Stop Waiting

The feeling of waiting.
I wonder.."Does it ever really go away?"
Sometimes I just wish all of this would stop.
Everything that I think..I start to feel. And it eats away at me.
Everything inside me is uncertain and unknowing.
Unendingly questioning every existence.
Every thought, every word, every feeling.
Every thing.

And I wait for it to pass. But it never does.
You never find what you're waiting for
because eventually there will be something else to wait for.
The cycle that is infinity.

And sometimes I think that maybe...we will never disappear.
Maybe it's impossible.
When it's possible my brain is my own expanding universe.