Rest In Peace (For The Year)

Darkness seeps
through the cracks
Blackened gates
open wide

Idols fall
one by one
Seas of time
begin to dry

Old; Random

Just a few old pictures I found on my computer:


Grade 11 photography class.




Speaker, Alkaline Trio, broken guitar picks.



Max.

Shallow Ground

Buried deep beneath,
suffocating in debris,
I try to stand
but there is
no where to move.

Empty and stranded,
searching for nothing,
I scream
but don't make a sound.

Where is this
that I am?
nothing seems real;
nothing feels right.

Retracing my steps,
I walk in circles
getting dizzy
from everything so familiar.

Shake it off,
brush it away,
open my eyes
but its all the same.

I can't look back,
I can't look forward;
I'm stuck in an
endless cycle.

Nothing seems right,
nothing feels real;
on and on
until it all disappears.

Try to wake up
but I want to dream.

Something here
feels the same,
a comfort
in this empty frame.
The void starts closing in
but I push it out
to make it last.

The nothing,
the empty
feels so right
once everything
comes into sight.

To find a new
can only bring harm,
will shatter,
put an end
to all I hold,
to all I know.

Light starts to flood
the tiny void,
cracks its shell
but does not shatter.
A new hope is born;
not to save this empty void,
not to destroy it
but to piece it,
mend it,
new and old.

A Fighting Chance

At least now I can
breathe a little better
was sucked under
choked on my words
but I'm slowly
making my way up

Feels like something was beneath
pulling me
holding me down
turned out
it was only myself

I had to fight it
push myself
off the bottom
only to discover
the way back up
wasn't as far as I expected

It's true that
the only thing
to fear
is fear itself
and that fear was me

Incomplete...

...are all my thoughts.

With everything I write, basically, what ever is in my head I write down. None of it is edited so if it doesn't make sense, that's why. I just write what I'm thinking so I can get it out of my head, its my way of venting. A lot of stuff I write probably doesn't makes sense unless the reader's situation is the same soo yes, its all kind of random stuff I throw out there; what ever I happen to be thinking about that day. haha :)

The Waiting Game

How do I know where this road will take me
how will it end
when it will end

How do I know
the things I choose
the path I take
will take me the right direction

What if it all just goes downhill
what if the road gets rocky
and stays that way

I`d much prefer sand
over rocks
but how will I know

What if
what I choose
takes me downhill
off a cliff
how can I know

Its all a waiting game
and I don't like it

I want to know
how to make it
so I can take the right way
but if it ends up all wrong
I might as well
not take a way
at all

I cant help but think
every step
is the wrong way

The path is sandy
with few rocks
and those few rocks
are sometimes hard to climb
I know there will be more
at one point or another

But what if I can`t
get over
what if
I can`t even
see over

A Place To Be

We strive to know
to learn
to get on top

Everything around us
is there for the taking
but when we take
we aren't giving

We are told
we can't live without
society
yet it feels
like I'd be better
off without it

A place to go
where people are people
not suits and robots
would be nice

To be care free
to dream
and breathe

Life

And we all come to an understanding
with everything and everyone
yet we don't understand
anything at all

Taken Over

These thing that dwell inside
lead from one to another
and so it goes, a never ending cycle
but maybe its just me

Everyone has their own obsessions
as if its our own way out of life
a means of escape

Is this the way it will always be?
will it never end?
never cease to be?

It controls
takes over
never let your guard down
but in its own way
still shields you away

Can't stop it
can't let it go
it controls you
you don't want it
but still
its there

The Good Life

I miss the times
when all you needed was
a play ground

your biggest fear
was falling down
your worse pain
a scratch on your knee

I miss the times
when all you wanted
was a sunny day
and swing set

your greatest goal
was to get higher
maybe someday
you'd be at the bar

I miss the times
when nothing mattered
when your biggest responsibility
was to colour inside the lines

even then
that didn't matter

Never Again

You brought your whole world
to an end
your own decision
catastrophic

Never again
will I be your friend
you brought it all
to an end

I hope you realize now
you infect yourself
with what you hate
you chose the fate
it didnt have to be this way
I know you didn't really want it
but you can't go back
and I don't even want to

You sealed it
crushed it
lost it
everything's gone
and all you have
is yourself to blame

You panicked
you lost control
you threw it all away
for what?
nothing
nothing at all

You should have known
you can only get
so many chances
you can only be forgiven
so many times

But now you've lost it all
and for what?
nothing
nothing at all