You wouldn't notice me
Just another guy
Walking the same street
We're both heading to nowhere
It's not like we're blind
We just don't know
Where we're headed yet
We don't want to know
We don't want to leave
But this awkward silence
Should I say something?
No, it's better to just pass by
Keep walking
I don't know you
Not like you notice me
Just keep walking
In silence
Walking to nowhere
In silence
Friday, August 8, 2008
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
If She Only Knew
I wonder if one day
She would read these words
And realize what I wished
What I wanted
Up until the day
I finally move on from this
(But that's not today)
[Not tomorrow]
I wonder if she would feel anything
(From these words)
They're just ink on paper
[But they mean the world to me]
If she read these words
(Would she care?)
Would she hold onto them,
If only for a moment?
Would she read them,
Through and through?
Would she fly,
On these [broken],
(Ink-stained) wings,
Into a sunset,
I wrote,
(Only meant for her?)
(I wonder...)
If she wandered
The vastness of the internet
Would she stumble upon this?
[My passion]
Inspiration
(My life)
Would she recognize herself
Amongst my broken words?
[I might] (be) pathetic
[I might] (be) poetic
[I might] (just be) a dreamer
[I might] (just be) another
(But I can't help to wonder)
If she ever read these words
Would she find herself
Wrapped in my ink
Spilled just for her?
She would read these words
And realize what I wished
What I wanted
Up until the day
I finally move on from this
(But that's not today)
[Not tomorrow]
I wonder if she would feel anything
(From these words)
They're just ink on paper
[But they mean the world to me]
If she read these words
(Would she care?)
Would she hold onto them,
If only for a moment?
Would she read them,
Through and through?
Would she fly,
On these [broken],
(Ink-stained) wings,
Into a sunset,
I wrote,
(Only meant for her?)
(I wonder...)
If she wandered
The vastness of the internet
Would she stumble upon this?
[My passion]
Inspiration
(My life)
Would she recognize herself
Amongst my broken words?
[I might] (be) pathetic
[I might] (be) poetic
[I might] (just be) a dreamer
[I might] (just be) another
(But I can't help to wonder)
If she ever read these words
Would she find herself
Wrapped in my ink
Spilled just for her?
Monday, August 4, 2008
My Home (Nothing)
This is my home
Where nothing happens
This is where I grew up
Scared of the dark
I breathe to the silence of the streets
This is where nothing happens
The outside world
Doesn't infect me here
It can't reach me
No
Not here
Nothing
I could care less
About
Nothing
The silence is deadly
I choked on unspoken words
Nothing happened
Again
This is my home
Where I bleed the silence
This is where I fell in love
Broke my legs for her
This is where I screamed at the sky
And lost my voice
This is where I dreamed
Where I nightmared
The beginning
And the end
This is my home
Where nothing is precious
I would wish on the stars
But the bright night lights
Hide them from my vision
This is where I threw it away
Where I gave up
Cave in
I wanted something more
Than this
Something better
This is my home
Where I learned to cope
With my darkness
Where nothing happens
Where nothing happens
This is where I grew up
Scared of the dark
I breathe to the silence of the streets
This is where nothing happens
The outside world
Doesn't infect me here
It can't reach me
No
Not here
Nothing
I could care less
About
Nothing
The silence is deadly
I choked on unspoken words
Nothing happened
Again
This is my home
Where I bleed the silence
This is where I fell in love
Broke my legs for her
This is where I screamed at the sky
And lost my voice
This is where I dreamed
Where I nightmared
The beginning
And the end
This is my home
Where nothing is precious
I would wish on the stars
But the bright night lights
Hide them from my vision
This is where I threw it away
Where I gave up
Cave in
I wanted something more
Than this
Something better
This is my home
Where I learned to cope
With my darkness
Where nothing happens
Freeway Flashes
Glimpses
Of places
Of people
And their lives
Where do we go from here?
Counting cars
Wondering
Where are we going?
Where are they going?
Feel the miles pile up
Gas is killing me
But I'm still wondering
How's their life?
Is it
Any better than mine?
Wanna trade?
My vision is blocked
By trees
By cement
I get only glimpses
How many lives has it been?
I'm just wondering
Is it any better?
Of places
Of people
And their lives
Where do we go from here?
Counting cars
Wondering
Where are we going?
Where are they going?
Feel the miles pile up
Gas is killing me
But I'm still wondering
How's their life?
Is it
Any better than mine?
Wanna trade?
My vision is blocked
By trees
By cement
I get only glimpses
How many lives has it been?
I'm just wondering
Is it any better?
Saturday, August 2, 2008
The Melancholy of It All
Playing silent melodies
Marking my pain in pen
(But no)
You wouldn't care
(If I)
Crawled up a hole
And died
(Silently) silently
Thinking of silent memories
I'll erase what I don't want to hear
(But no)
You wouldn't care
(If I)
Crawled up a hole
And died
(Silently) silently
I've learned
(My worth)
It's less than dirt
There's no reason
(To breathe in)
Anymore
I'll die
(Silently) silently
Marking my pain in pen
(But no)
You wouldn't care
(If I)
Crawled up a hole
And died
(Silently) silently
Thinking of silent memories
I'll erase what I don't want to hear
(But no)
You wouldn't care
(If I)
Crawled up a hole
And died
(Silently) silently
I've learned
(My worth)
It's less than dirt
There's no reason
(To breathe in)
Anymore
I'll die
(Silently) silently
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