AJ

This thought hovering over me

I’ll keep it hidden in my mind.

Unused tries

filling me in with a dying dream

beyond a chase

and empty scene never seen

because of this barricade

a helpless fear.

I’ve got nothing to prove;just more to show.
Breath in, breath out, let in and let go.

Knotted and coiled,

abandon this state;
calm your mind.

A moment of peace,
goes to the gutter,
like just another.

I’m reading though my old stuff, and I found something I wrote.

I usually date and time everything I write, but this one has no date.

Coming Back
Coming back, to my old ways, finally. I’m coming back. I don’t want to be lost anymore, never again. I’m coming back, I found myself and I’m back.

It’s sucks reading it and knowing I’m lost again,
and I hope I can write something like that, but better,
and something that’ll stay and be steady.
I want to find myself again, and leave the useless,
lonely days behind again, for good.

I hope one day I’ll find a band I’ll love as much as I love Have Heart so I can go to a show I’ll enjoy as much as I enjoyed as theirs.

killer thoughts

I hold all of it in,

until I feel like writting,

then I pack it up,

into the form of a song.

The words, these thoughts,

lead to explosives.

If I don’t let them out,

they burst and break.

I sware my thoughts could kill,

they’re killing me.

My words, my thoughts,

lead to explosives.

I hold all of it in,

sometimes nothing flows out,

then it blows up,

into the form of a breakdown.

I’ll start over, I’ll keep mine clean.

I gave something pure to dirty water,
can’t clean it,
can’t drain out the junky shit pieces,
floating around, contaminating the rest.

10 06

Carrying around this smeared over grin,
fake to it’s core.

I’ll endure to an average day.

I’ll smile, until it’s real.