good Day

I am much much much much much happier today. It probably has a lot to do with me talking to Faith a lot more. She is a very funny girl. Always has something funny to say that makes me smile. We are the same person. That is how much we have in common. Its to a point where we are one.

I love this time of year. The leaves changing color and the weather growing cool. It depresses a lot of people, but it inspires me. Its a good season to listen to some mellow accoustic music. Love is a better topic for fall than spring, well atleast for me. I dont see this as being the death of the world, nor do I see spring as being a rebirth. its too cliche to think like that. Give me a nice walk with a girl and a guitar bye the lake or something in the fall. I think its a lot more romantic than flowers and animals in the spring.

new poem. its not the best. but its unpolished. in its rough form. just writing here at the gville tech computer lab. not my best and def not my worst. more to come peoples....



About Love

The lessons you learn will take you far in life
And even if I’m not there with you
I want you to know that I care.
Even when it seems like I’m far away
I always wish I was by your side.
I’ll write you a note on a napkin
At the diner where I weep.
Though you cant read it
It’ll say the things that I cant speak.
It’ll say what I really want you to know.
Itll spell it all out before your eyes.

The sound of your voice
Will be my home away from home
A temporary comfort zone.
When we are together again
I’ll hold on and never let you slip away.
For now you picture will have to do
Stuck in my pocket, folded in two.
I’ll always keep it close by.
I’m tired of playing games in my mind.
It makes me feel so distant from you.
Stuck here wondering what to do

If love is a killer than I must be long gone,
Far Past the point of 6 feet under.
I just wish that you knew
What was going through my mind
Every time I see your smile
Or anytime you make me laugh
You are so good at that
Saying exactly what I want
Now its time to return the favor
But I just don’t have the words.
So I just stumble through lines

So many times I’ve let myself down
When every place I go
I cant help but to think of you.
Every song I write is for you
Even the ones that don’t end well
I’ve been through a lot
Just to make it to this point.
So im going to tell you the truth
Im sick, sick of being alone.
And I hope that you feel the same.
Make it easy for me please.

The distance is metaphorical.
A representation of what’s not real.
I could treat you like a queen
I would be your king,
Or if you prefer a jester.
Who longs for your heart.
But jokes to create a false reality.
Shoot it to me straight
Do I even have a shot?
I long for the answers
I just want to know.