The Problem With Staying

the ability to stay stagnant

has really become an art

the willingness to settle

to become comfortable,

unable to depart

as people become more open

the ones that stay in the dark

are even more of a nuisance-

not only to themselves,

but to the one's in which they cannot part

Lost at Love

crazy our journey

has come to an end

feels as though i just met you

started as a friend

Tide

i doubt you can relate

as this is a difficult fate to feel

it swallows you whole, and spins you

into a world of hate- its surreal

Craft

i urge you

to unload your troubles

take a load off

with me

Wound Up

but baby it was just enough to feel it, to write it, to make it enticing

to make it hurt to make it burn

to make me want to wait my turn

to make me want to fight

to make me feel like any time is right

i want the love i want the hurt i want it all

i want your drive i want you to see me fall

push me pull me fill me know me

read my faults break my walls

show me what I’m missing

Beyond the Tide

take my heart

ill keep my pride

swallow my love

feed my mind

keep my love

as travel engulfs you

give up your youth

and let the world provide 

In the Making

Look beyond me

past my strives

past my successes

past my inevitable tidal wave of growth and abundance
Yet, such fear
almost a remorse
of the time wasted
Love forsaken
drown in depths of money and greed
taken advantage of
Sunken, indeed

To Bite the Bullet

the problem is, I’m just too quick

too quick to assume

too quick to let my worries turn to truth

my visions come alive

its like i take the worse scienero

and turn it into fate

i want it, i wish it

fight with me, take the bate

i am a realist, with a morbid twist

i see the end so clear

i know all the outcomes, i envision the lies

so there is nothing left to fear

ill keep you distant, but hold you tight

physically ill be there

but in my mind ill plot our demise

id rather run than watch the fire

even if its just a flare