Crows

Crows

Hope melts away into despair.

The crows have been picking at my brain for months now. 

Yet still I've kept the straight and narrow.

Years later I don't remember the small taste of fabled love.

But the bitter reality that is betrayal and emptiness. 

The Truth

The truth has its way of oozing through the cracks in the coffins we attempt to bury it in. The word secret loses all integrity by second grade, followed by words like “best friends” and soon after the facade of “love” is assassinated by hook ups, break ups, and every type of fuck up there is.

Emptiness

It’s the sad reality of it all, this is the emptiness you go home with after an eventful night of absolutely nothing. That missed kiss you never actually went for, she’s at home fast asleep and your picking yourself apart about the emphasis she put on a single syllable in a meaningless word that has somehow spawned your dreams and hopes of forever when the sad truth is, if it lasts 2 months or 6 years you are never…ever guaranteed that it will be forever. We used to scribble things down in notes and diaries now we leave them in the bottom of bottles.

The taste of alcohol and cigarettes
Like broken dreams and old regrets
Don’t pretend that we’ll be okay
I won’t pretend that you’re gonna stay

Fleeting Moments

All of my life I have been a blogger virgin...until now. Every choice has a consequence. Every day the chance to do something new or something old, to forge a new path or simply continue going down the path you are already on. It becomes so easy to fall into a "this is how things are" set of mind. It is natural, if life is rather stable, and all basic needs are fulfilled then words like dreams and desires fade from the mind and are replaced by complacency. Perhaps you are already chasing your dream, perhaps you'll one day attain it. There is also the chance that if you attain that which you have always dreamed of, it does not live up to the high expectations you have established....However we must continue to dream, to hope, to seek out our desires rather than become complacent with mediocracy. Our hopes must persevere through our failures and even through the realization that some hopes and dreams will not meet our expectations as they come to fruition. From failure and new experiences we are presented the opportunity to learn and grow. Yesterday I had never blogged before, a week ago I ended a relationship, two months ago she ended the same relationship. One year ago I was broke and the happiest I have ever been now my pockets are full and I am empty. Moments are fleeting, the individual experience we each take away from this short stent of life we are given is defined by perceptions that establish a set values and priorities unique to each individual. 

When all is said and done I want to look back on these memories and smile

At the current rate of my reconstruction it appears that will take a while

This reflection indicates the light has faded from these eyes

I changed out the mirror but the outcome was the same

Nothing holds greater destructive potential than lies

Even with your lies gone I fear this emptiness will remain