The Holes

Blind Side

just wrote a poem called blind sided

and when it was almost complete

my finger somehow

accidentally pressed delete

im pretty pissed off

so i had to write again

its just annoying because i feel

that it could have helped a friend

happens so fast

i couldnt talk about the

i feel that is a lot of peoples problem

because the doesnt quit

life is cold

while death is colder

while life gets old

and death gets over

exaggerated

we still never see it coming

exacerbated

by our own self numbing

keep your eyes on the prize

when you go for the ride

and remember

to check your mirrors

there's always a blind side

Lost and Found

Who will be the one to find all that I have lost...

 A Lucky Soul... At least that part is for sure...

Life passes away like the time we live it in...

No need to try to find a cure...

Trying to spend time and you won't find deals...

But why try to kill time when time kills...

They say that time heals... it can also be pain...

But you can't see my tears while I wait in the rain...

Losing my mind... I hope you find it...

I've contracted this hurt and you are the one that signed it...

But now that you have written me off...

I can't wait until someone finds what you have lost...

You Over There

Hey

 You Over There

I'm over it

Crying over spilled milk

Paying for fake silk

Fvcking cards I'm dealt

D@mn what's felt

Every time I melt

Down to nothing

Out of here

Into nowhere

Yet still I wish

Just to be with

You over there...

Socal

GAMES

lets not play
tricks are for kids
and for those who are waiting
for me to flip my lid
for bets and bids
cards chips
darts and dice 
not hearts and lips
lets keep it real 
when it comes to those
seeing that ive left myself exposed
please dont play with my feelings

lets not play
there is no board
i will not be a pawn
for when you are bored
i dont want to take chances
while opening any chest
there are no needs for bounds
nd nor are there for refs
so *** the hands dealt
the next time you are dealing
i still love me more than you so
please dont play with my feelings

TIES

tied to a stump
i lie here as it rains
as the water builds
to fill this ditch that doesnt drain
i claim to be okay
i just need to feel alive 
the pain wont go away
so i use it to survive
pity me not
for i have chained myself
bound to the unknown 
not caring of my health
change coming from no one
no thing nothing
changes and you can blame this
on the brainless and the bluffing
can we change this anguish 
or are we too disgusting 
to change will you change it
or should i just change the discussion
is what i asked the stump
as i lie here as it rains
as the water builds
to fill this ditch that doesnt drain 
im ok 
no need to feel alive
the pain wont go away
sometimes i feed it to survive
but pity me not
im tied

Your Words

Your words

hit me hard 

like bass at festivals

i always stand right beside the speakers

there are no words

no sound or body language

could explain how it feels

overheating at my core

while experiencing chills

thrills 

like rollercoasters

you speak loops into my life

watching my back

staring at it with a knife

I don't know what you'll do with me

I only know your words

you say you care 

but what does that infer

will it always be ok

and may we always be grand

literal fans of one another

if i say my words that's the plan

so I hope you don't think 

that it is TOO absurd

that i ask what you meant

when you said your words 

Pain...

The World Is Mine

Make me feel Make me fall Be what heals Be my all And more than that And more than more And more than you And more than your Essence Lessons Learned together That couldn't have Been learned alone Are what tell me That we belong But will this go on Last and be long It eased on But can easily Be off As sudden as A sneeze or cough Bless you Unless you Are deaf to The world that chimes Love is ours The world is mine...

A Long Time Ago

Way back when