Was It A Dream?

Some hide the evidence under their shirt, some where it in their pockets, and some in their purse.
But I can't hide it. It's everywhere and everything. All the aspects of my life show it and it makes me sick. I have no shirt big enough, or pockets deep enough, or a purse big enough. So whisk me away you whimsical wind. Because no long can i stay. oh no. So good night and so long.

Black magic.

She made a move, she mismatched, she had nightmares.
He was shy, he was afraid of sunlight, he had dreams.
They laughed, they cried, they threw fits.
We hugged, we jumped, we made memories.
You smiled, you slapped five, you were happy....

until you stopped seeing and started yelling.

!@#$

Quiet nights aren't really that quiet anymore. Not since my light bulb burned out. So goodbye old quiet night. Goodbye free-form thinking. Goodbye secure feeling. Goodbye everything that had pushed me down and broke me into pieces. And hello to a new beginning of noise and nonsensical thinking.

Rubberband Effect

So little to say, so much time. You hide behind something that controls everything you do. When you sleep, when you call, when you love. But can you brake away from maybe two seconds and face me...true to heart. True to you. True to me.

Out-played.

People kinda remind me of strumming a guitar. Each string has it's own beautiful sound. Each contributes something different that ultimately ends up being a part of something bigger than they could even imagine. But played incorrectly, then the whole piece falls apart. And when the strings brake, then all hell breaks loose.