6.7.12 (flounder)

floundering
drowning
in bad habits
in bad decisions.
working
to forget
ambition
or so it
seems.
trying to
erase
what
cannot be.
waking up
cloudy,
trying to feel
normal,
to repeat
come nightfall.

6.7.12 (persistence)

persistence
i have heard
is worth more
than gold.
i don't know
if i have the
patience
or even
the luck
to continue
to persist.
what i see
as being
worth it,
may just be
a fool's quest:
a means
to an end.

6.7.12 (if)

i couldn't say
if what i
want
is what is
needed
though it
hurts
though it
feels
so.
i want
heart,
i want two
to be
as one.

6.7.12 (for others)

more,
always more.
i had missed
what we had,
but this
became
so pinnacle
so misunderstood.
i have loved
when i could
but i have come
to desire
another place,
another time
another
memory.

6.7.12 (more nites)

eyes tired,
burning
with
longing,
with
desire.
eyes wide
with
hope;
itching
with wishes,
old,
wishes new.
this heart
wants
what was
lost
what
wasn't.
these eyes
want to see you
happy
more
than anything
else.

6.7.12 (be)

if you
wanted me
i would be
there
i would be
any place
i would be
hell
i would be
the sky
i would be
a raft
on your ocean.
if you
wanted me
i would,
be anything.

6.5.12 (beyond)

but you've
no idea,
but you've
no doubt.
words spoken
through looks
words spoken
without.
mine eyes
impure
without
the gaze
mine heart
lost
in-between these
hazy days.
i hope you
understand
i left not only for one
but for you
two.

6.5.12 (moving)

with the passing days
i'll be nothing more
than a voice
once heard
with the warm breeze
i'll become nothing more
than a sad distant
memory
with time i will leave
i will lose
what i've gained
what i've come to know.
with distance we will
forget
all that once was,
but i hope that we don't.

6.4.12 (light)

moonlight
gleaming
a teeming
brain;
thoughts
swirling
like mad men
in a mad race.
the chase,
the hunt,
it's all
so drab.
bring back a piece
of the sun;
for you,
anything.

6.1.12 (chance)

the past
reads
a story
of maddened
searches
and failed
attempts.
each time
it was sought
it came
to a miserable end,
with wounds,
but wounds
that healed.
this time,
and the time
before,
were not sought,
but came in chance,
came naturally,
and in turn,
in failure,
scarred.
so long
was i searching,
and now,
i have grown weary.