The years go fast when you're just a little fly that has no perception of time

 I've seen you going through my thoughts again,
try to make up of what's inside my head,
slowly reading through my old mess.

Haunted by the past in the present,
the remarks that were made all lacked of presence,
everything I said is just void in essence.
Sincerity for us was an abundance of lies,
so we blossomed into wingless, motionless flies,
haunted by the present in the past.

So once again,
I've written the issues on a list,
trying to find out the gist.

Riding a rickshaw through the uneven lines in my hair that I made when I tried cutting my hair

 I tried to be a changed man,
so I shaved the sides of my head,
but it quickly grew back out,
now I'm drowning in pointless doubt.

Could it be what you said,
cause it haunts me when I'm in bed.
Few words on repeat,
just seem stuck in my head.

I tried to be a changed man,
but habits don't die young,
running up on empty,
ever since I left me.
And my confidence is tanking,
I just need my better half,
but they're all getting busy
with things that never meant.
So how's the weather, lady?
and is your dog eating well?
Should I bother bout your family,
cause you seem so uninterested.

A not so titanic move from someone who wants to be called a man

So now the girl I want you to be is just a memory.
And you may not be a hero, maybe that is not you.
You may not be out to save the world, but you saved mine.

And that geometry test, 
the one I know you haven’t studied for it,
even though it’s next period, 
I know you’ll ace it.
Like you always do.

I’m sorry for telling myself you’re what I want you to be,
and I’m sorry for ordering the pizza you’re allergic to, 
I thought you still enjoyed it.
Things change,
as they should. 

But it doesn’t mean that my memory of you will,
you’ll forever be my friend,
you’ll forever have a home, 
and most importantly you’ll forever be in my memories.

The story of the anthropomorphic pizza that's been laying there for a few weeks now

I got you on my mind,
haunting me most of the time,
like 24/7-11,
pizza on my floor,
laughing at the matter,
of me locking my bedroom door.

Fearful of the fact,
that you always come back,
keeping windows shut,
just to keep the thought out.

Middle age crisis hits harder when it's before the quarter age crisis

At twenty-two,
I can’t afford spending my life with you.
And once I hit forty-four,
I’ll make sure to never cross the front door.

Half way down,
holding a glass in which I always drown,
waste the nights on sin,
just to hold everything within.

And now at thirty-three,
I hope I’m happy with me.
Praise the mistakes and tethered sounds,
hold me down cause I overstepped the bounds.

I wouldn't pull a Hannibal on you, I just want to understand what you're going through... Wait.... Wasn't he a psychiatrist?

I just wanna wake up,
wearing your skin,
see from your humble perspective,
the pain gone undetected.

And I just gotta hold on,
to your words,
feel the sorrow and sadness,
masked by redness,
of your cheeks,
when you go on your own,
listening to the same songs,
just to be reminded of your old friends.

I just wanna wake up,
right beside you,
see how peaceful you are,
now that the pain has gone,
away.

FB Group where we all pretend we are in the same venue

Within a prison of pictures and songs,
humming birds listening to my shameful tones.

Screaming my lungs out,
to the lyrics that I read wrong,
acting as if this venue is still my own.

With a lonely ghost inside my home,
I am stuck between flesh and bone,
with nothing but memories going through my veins,
poor choices with consequences that remain.

The line-up is nonexistent,
and the scrapbook setlist insufficient,
now I know why you called yourself a musician.

Within a prison of rights and wrongs,
your heart is what I want to call my home.

Katherine what do you keep in your Knapsack?

Last time we spoke,
you called out my cheek bones,
with a soft touch,
smile's born.

But no one can love you,
the way that you'd want to.
When they're with you.

So you stand up,
and you brush off,
move on,
and got out.

But you can't be faithful,
if you want to be strong,
you're never wrong.

Yet no one can love you,
the way that you'd want to,
when they see you.

Saw you on an AD today

Oh how I'm longing for the days,

when I could get you off my mind in many many ways.
From the fresh air,
all the way to the rum glasses amongst the masses.

Heavy breaths followed by the sounds of the skipping steps,
the conversations about chairs and short lived laughs.
How I long for the days,
where I could see my friends.

The world was our safe space,
ridden with alcohol,
my thoughts were all in place,
without you in my sight.

Now every breath,
every sip,
every step,
and every laugh,
remind me of the days when I could fall in love.

And if I could I would,
I would fall in love with another girl.
Another girl that's not you.

Coffee shops and reviews of horrible video games are the only things I enjoy

I really don't know how to ask you out,
and sometimes I don't know what we should talk about,
but my silence doesn't mean I don't like you.

We could go on for days,
exchanging compliments,
spilling tea,
or argue about nonsense.
But I enjoyed every moment we spent together,
I love the days when we talk about whatever,
can I just keep this feeling in a jar?

Same people,
another problem.
New feelings,
jealousy is still thriving.
And after all, I wouldn't give this up for anything

The beauty of this class is that I get to think of you when the professor talk to the group

She laughs, she cries,
she stands still,
even when she moves.
As calm as the river flow,
she lifts the spirits from down below.

Her laugh is pure as rain,
her heart takes away the pain.
Just talk away the night,
impossible to see the time pass by.

Now smiles, after frowns,
now run,
without leaving this place.
As raging as the waves,
pushing everything away.

Her thoughts are a destructive storm,
self deprecation's filling up her dorm.
Tired of spending time alone,
she needs someone she could call her home.

37 out of 48 hours together

Back and forth,
like the tick of a metronome,
singing steps following a rhythmic pace,
such a wonderful tune of grace.

Polyrhythmic beats of a heart,
making it hard to breath,
all because of the hospitality,
one should be sorry for the fantasies.

An even though it's an awkward time,
the rhythm doesn't change,
the thoughts stay the same,
existing in perfect harmony.

Spending time together,
lives that resemble a turn table,
only getting bored when the music stops,
only getting bored when it's time to part.

Yet overall,
I had a funky night,
it was a really funky time.

A whole box of grain stuck in my throat

Finding my thoughts,
as I gather the right words,
here I am listening loudly,
as you speak so calmly.

I'd let you take me to hell,
just to hold your hand,
one last time.

And now I'm missing the days,
when I didn't have to stare at the ceiling,
with all the words in my throat,
no wonder you find me misleading.

Won't you turn off the engine,
roll up the windows,
sit in silence, alone, with me.

To the girl I trusted

Quiet,whisper the needs,
never shall we waste,
ideas,as our soul bleeds,
I'm hypnotized by the shape of your waist.

Sounds that never vibrate,
slowly thumping heartache,
finger-banged wound prayed away,
pain slipped through my thoughts as I lay awake.

Should I run away,
and will my love forever stay?
I need a closure, 

so give me the time of day,
proceeded by the unsucceeded love of my mistakes.

Will you ever gonna change?
Is this all a game?
Should I even try to stay awake?
Will you call me late at night to keep the pain away?