Blow Out The Candles // Don't Blink

every moment comes back
between waking and sleep
every breath sucked in
every sigh of relief
she remembers the night
she called you from the swing
"i can't stop shaking"
she can't stop anything
one life is growing
one life's on the brink
life keeps rushing forward
every time that she blinks
sometimes the time hits her
so hard she can't breathe
and she starts missing the
wasted birthday wishes
she never thought
she'd need

Cheat

When your so frustrated

That you can't breathe

That voice comes out

Maybe its me

rhyme scheme. day dream.

I know I dreamed about you
Because I woke up feeling safe
I know you've watched close enough
To see the secrets cross my face

I know how to spend an hour
Staring at the ceiling
And I know that the scientists
Haven't found the antidote for feelings

I know there’s nothing harder to let go of

Then worn out worries

My particular brand of knowledge

Doesn't help on tests  

But it tells the best

Stories

Intro: A Letter to Myself

Rummage through
The back corners of your mind
Dig up inspiration
Set aside the time
Dip a metaphorical quill
In your metaphorical ink
In other words,
Boot up your computer screen

Qaunity over quality for this
Once a year holiday
And if people are kind enough to listen
Tell them what you have to say


Today marks the begining of National Poetry Month, check back for a poem-a-day :)  

Parched

I wish I could bottle up hope
And sip it throughout the day
Because though it is so fresh it the morning
The flavor slips away

//

I drew parallel lines across the sky
They never crossed, but you crossed my mind
I loose track of clouds, I loose track of time
I don't know what I'm doing but
I try

60/40

You think you can't hear your own sound

When you're drowned out by the orchestra

But you can make your own magic

If you write the formula

Who am I?

Where do I come from?

Are the questions of the age

I’ve heard singing the Beatles

Improves voice range.

Sarcasm and conversation

Make it rather hard to focus

A Wednesday night confession

I’m not really the poet