9.15.11 (library)

i see a man

staring

at his reflection;

a dirty glass window

reflecting

a dirty man

i see his eyes

tired

sad

exhausted

staring at the eyes

staring back from the glass

i see him look closer

examing the

blemishes

and scars

that occupy his face

sad

tired

exhausted

i see the man look

once more

then i realized i've walked too far

and turn back

9.15.11 (someday)

i came to visit her

i think as i stare

from the window of the library

watching raindrops

fall

is it fall?

fail

i guess i did

i wanted time

i figured

someday

but now theres another

and its someday

fall?

i guess i did

someday

9.12.11 (poem on a plane)

Everyone thinks they're an artist;

the gold and the gritty,

the fat and the pretty.

Everyone wants to be heard;

listen, I say, I will tell you the truth:

we've all lost what drew us to art.

Limitless inspiration has turned to dust;

fleeting moments between coffee and coke.

Some would like to think otherwise, phonies.

The battle is long lost.

Everyone wants to believe they are different;

everyone wants to be an artist.

9.5.11 (onward)

this world is a cold dark place

no matter what we always want to leave someday

but when you run and try to hide

theres still a hunger you can't satisfy

so you look for something to fill the void

yeah, another face to be your toy

i know that someday i will die

and i hope that on that day someone will cry

as sure as the sun will shine and set

i know there will be things i'd like to forget

well i'll just have to learn to live with regrets

there was a time i would have died for you

i would have done everything that i possibly could do

but you surround yourself with other's troubles

and when you've got plenty of your own, the weight just doubles

and then you dive right into another struggle

just another problem on your plate for you to juggle

i know i tried to care for yours and mine

i sure hope i did the best with all that time

and i know every day won't be the best

but i know that there will always be a next

and so i guess i'll just have to learn to live with regrets