Tag: moving on

A Man I Once Called Dad

Carmen, A man I once called "Dad" Of all the emotions you've provoked, The complex words that could be spoke, Somehow it always falls back To sad. Or angry. When I think back and reminisce To the important times and moments The defining traits, events, opponents One thing that they all just seem to miss ...

A Hibernation of the Heart

With snow on the horizon, The green upon the trees will dwindle. Tragic winter as its symbol, The heart goes still and quiet. The summer took its toll, And though the sun was warm and kind, The heart must keep in mind The deep, impending cold. The glucose of the shrubbery, That once was gnawed ...

Burn, Baby.

Shes got a leather jacket, And it's done up nice. Yeah, sunglasses, cigarettes, Sin and vice. Vodka tonic? Yeah, she's on it; Light on ice. Her blood freezes when she pleases, And she's ready to fight. Burn, baby. Burn, baby, Yeah, its your turn, baby. Her, baby. Her, baby, Just don't be scared, baby. Burn, ...

Fleshy Machines

I have seen this error, A glitch within the code; A common system failure When an asset fails to load. This particular error is tricky, Cause the system is made like this. When the heartstrings get all sticky, It can take time to refresh. Don't worry, have some patience. You have to wait this out. ...

A Useful Idiot

A useful idiot Does not even know How useful he is, Does not even know How idiotic he is, Does not even know Until he is no longer useful. A useful idiot Does not even know He is being used; A useful idiot. A useful idiot Does not even know How useful he ever was. ...

What You Deserve

To keep yourself alive And to keep your mind preserved, It may help you if you muse about The things that you deserve; Someone kind who listens. A heart that really cares. One who won't ignore you, Giving only deadened stares. You deserve someone who sees you For the gift you really are. They should ...

Day Four Hundred and One

Four Hundred and One days have passed since last the word of “love” was shining. Since my heart felt full and warm, with no thought that things were dying or declining. Three Hundred Eighty-Seven suns since last our hands had touched. T’is that duration when last I felt close enough for someone to see me ...