Doubt lingers like dead weight
Heavy, cracking the ribs
Shaking an taped together heart
Will you be there
Will you be real
Will you tell me
It’s okay to feel
If you’re here now then be here
Get rid of all the noise
You promised it’d be just us
You promised a lot
I’m afraid to ask
How many you broke
Along the way
Is it better to know
Or not know
I’ve never been good
At sticking my head
In the sand
So many questions I don’t want to ask
Draft four is done
Now to read and
Hope I am able
To write the cover
The world spins and sometimes
It twists in ways we don’t expect
Dizzy are those drunk in the heat
Praying for rain on city streets
We still have sweat to give.
Hurt never goes away
Every day becomes a
Choice to let the scars
Win or to take a risk
And try to love again
A real leader knows exactly how many people follow them, and why.
Two months of physical therapy
Building back a broken body
And looking for a new home
May have me wishing for fall
There is never enough time
The floor is full of unpacked bags
A messy confluence of lives
Still unorganized yet hoping
They can be merged together
And if they’re lucky and true
Make each other better
I’m just here
Wondering
Why you arent
Where you said
You’d be
Again
Never trust a weapon you haven’t prepped yourself.
It’s cool
another broken
promise
that won’t
come back
to bite
one day
there’s never a good way to say we don’t have a future
There’s a simple kind of math that says
If you can’t hold to a simple promise
Or manage your drinking so you dont
Pass out often on stranger couches
Then you’re not ready for the real
Promises that come with a ring
Someone once said it’s better to die amongst honorable friends than live surrounded by enemies. The odds have never been worse and the stakes never higher, but that’s when we’re at our best. They fight for glory, for fame. We fight for each other, for the survival of 10 billion people on one planet, and countless more amongst the stars. The cause has never been greater, and this company of compadres never better suited to rekindle the fires of liberty and equality in a darkened galaxy.
My friends, these will be our finest hours.
Leaving in a tin can with wings
is the funniest thing
when it can make the heart sing
just because it brings us
from past to dreams
I have my fears
You’ve spilled tears
But you keep saying
None of that matters
You’re coming home
To me
Seventy-two hours later and we’ll be
curled up on this couch together
Love a paradox, one of thousands. You learn to live with them.
Maybe its better
if I just let it go
keep telling myself
its okay even though
there was once
when it wasn’t
okay but then once
doesnt always mean
it will happen again
because sometimes
lightning only strikes
once in a lifetime
People can find meaning in another person, and risk getting hurt. Sometimes they they can do everything right and still lose.
Stop expecting everything
to go wrong
Or it always will
People don’t believe it’s possible to live without health issues, hunger, homelessness, or suffocating debt.
I’m scared.
Mainly that it won’t happen.
Scared that this might actually work.
I think that scares me more.
This might be real.
I think I have to give up
Control
I never had it anyway
It’s not about letting go
of you
Just letting go of me
Be the warning
Don’t know what else to do
but keep my mouth shut
sense my words just tend
to make things worse