Take What You Need

i’ll give you everything i’ve got
if you take what you need,
and give what you’ve got
to help someone else succeed.
lift your head up high,
take your finger off rewind,
push play, take it in,
and pay it all forward in time.
take a hammer to your mask.
break away from the lies,
past the truth as we know it-
into honesty’s faithful skies.
rise above life on life’s terms,
tell yourself the lies you’ve told,
how they were all “for the best”
then think about who’s soul you sold.
have you taken what i had,
did you get what you craved?
and did you throw yourself out,
to someone drowning to be saved?

Time

Time is one of those things
that we are never content with.
We always want more or less,
To go back or to progress forward,
For it to be meaningful or to remain unattached.
But in a sense, all of these feelings toward time
Are wasting what little of it that we have.
We are using valuable time to mourn
Over mistakes that we are repeating.
Our regret is giving us more
Regretful materials for the future.
Regret in itself is self perpetuating.
Life is not about time,
But without time there is no life,
And without true life there is no true time.
Live for those things that make you happy…
That you won’t regret.
Live for life, and move forward,
So as not to waste what little time you have.

Puzzle Pieces

Sometimes you’re fake,
others you’re true;
life’s just crazy,
yeah, you know it too.

Some doesn’t make sense,
others aren’t right,
but it’ll all be good
when you sleep at night.

Deep down you know
just who you are,
so inform the world
and shine like a star.

For now things are
just a little hazy,
and soon they’ll be
even more crazy.

You may fear
what’s next to come,
yeah, sure, from here
it seems slightly glum.

But looking back,
it was worth the ride;
the smiles you had
outweigh the tears you cried.

Open up and let yourself show.
Who cares what you don’t know?
Just let all your worries go,
and grow baby  g r o w.

Long Ride

you can’t stop the world, no matter how hard you try,
there isn’t a pause button, it just keeps going by.
they come closer, go farther, like the ocean’s tide.
the road just keeps going, it’s gonna be a long ride.

you stop and you go, you slip and you slide,
through the ups and the downs, you ride the ride.
forward and backwards, then side to side,
when everything’s changing, it’s gonna be a long ride.

a moment’s hesitation, a second’s doubt,
not sure if you want in , but it’s too late to get out.
when you twisted the truth, and regret having lied,
when honesty’s an obstacle, it’s gonna be a long ride.

faster, slower, faster, always changing speed,
when it’s easier to follow, that’s when you gotta lead.
when you’re in a crowded room, but alone inside,
you’re stuck in a moment, it’s gonna be a long ride.

the good wouldn’t be so sweet, without the bad to compare.
just when you want to cover it all up, strip yourself bare.
and you know that a short one won’t keep you satisfied,
so keep on going, ‘cuz it’s gonna be a long ride.

stop worrying- breathe, allow yourself to smile.
sit back, relax, you’ve got quite awhile.
forget the trespassers, forgive those who spied,
forgo the complications, it’s gonna be a long ride.

listen to the music, tap your toes to the beat,
dance like no one’s watching, get up on your feet.
let yourself laugh, accept the tears you’ve cried.
experience every emotion, feel this long ride.

Lonestar

you crave my touch.
you want my caress.
but cravings will pass,
so let them leave:
i’m a lonestar.

you’re used to being needed.
you like the feeling.
but old habits die hard,
so cushion their fall:
i’m a lonestar.

you’re dying for me.
you need my love.
but passion isn’t necessity,
so prioritize:
i’m a lonestar.

drill a screw into me,
to attach yourself.
but in the end,
you’ll fall out and off;
stars like to be lonely.

Hated Identity

these emotions are eroding her,
like the river on a bank.
these thoughts are frustrating her,
like a writer drawing a blank.
these feeling are destroying her,
like a building taken down.
these memories are suffocating her,
like a puppy being drowned.
these moods are deteriorating her,
like a heart being torn.
this identity is hating her,
but she… she is hating it more.

Frustration

she has no reason, she has no rhyme,
and she has no problem wasting your time.
her time is gold, where yours is dust,
and shes too busy filling it with lust.

when she meets you, forget a hand shake,
her hug will make the earth quake.
she will not leave, she knows no goodbye,
but her fire could definitely make you cry.

the army trembles when she walks in a room,
for she carries an air of lust and doom.
when you’re tired of working, maybe even exhausted,
she’ll sneak up behind you and play with your head.

when you hear her cane on your door,
you’ll have, oh, a problem more.
you will find yet another parge to read
but be sure her visit is full of greed.

when shes so lonely and has no love,
it pains her to see you with fun from above.
she and fun hare rivals from way back-
he says shes crazy, she says hes wack.

if you see this dark woman slithering your way:
go find fun, and leave frustration for another day.

Fill the Void

maybe when we lose something, it hurts.
maybe it leaves an empty hole in us.
maybe it consumes us wholly.
and maybe we never find anything that
fills the void.

maybe i didn’t want to be one of those perfect dieters.
maybe i didn’t want to be one that carried a smile in her pocket.
maybe i didn’t want to be one that was supported by others.
maybe i didn’t want to be one that woke up the next morning.

or maybe i did.
maybe i got in my way.

maybe i just wanted to hide
behind the lies and the pain.
behind the tears and the screams.
behind the fingers down the throat.
behind the bottles of pills.
behind the scars on the wrist.
behind the voices in the head.
behind the alternative realities.
behind everything that i never wanted to be.

maybe something in me died.
maybe it just up and left.
or maybe i forced it out.
and maybe i just needed something, anything,
to fill the void.

One Glass of Bliss

would i? should i?
and how could i?

im dying just to
lie in my own bed.
remember what it was
like to be almost dead.

hey there waiter.
just one glass of bliss
please. pretty pleas
anything to remember this.

i’m a little short on cash
but i swear i’ll pay you back.
ask anyone, i always do.
ill even pinky promise too.

i’d pay you back with love,
but it seems that i…
i dont love right, well
maybe i should just say goodbye.

because if we’re here
together for anymore time
i’ll be left with nothing,
not another word to rhyme.

Three AM Ballad

sitting here in this empty room.
wishing it was just a little fuller.
wanting everything to be just a little fuller.

thinking about what’s to come.
regretting what never did.
praying for a little more my way.

releasing what has built up.
beginning to continue building.
being ready for the breakdown.

blowing myself up so big.
crying that i can’t deflate.
begging to avoid explosion.

knowing that i should be busy.
doing things that will never matter.
procrastinating on life entirely.

knowing that tomorrow i will regret today.
understanding that i will hate tomorrow.
dreading to dread the day after.

trying to be almost ready to accept this.
beginning to understand life on life’s terms.
wondering when my own terms begin to apply.