This is the end.

Maybe in time, you might forget and I’ll move away. I have to run or else I’ll never know how far I can stray. I have to stop molding myself. This flesh is not malleable; it’s skin scratched and smoothed. Let myself unfold out of its former shape, out of this tough exterior. You can erase me, shavings of lead are the only trace. I was never there.

Please don't look at me with those bright blue eyes. They make me weak-kneed and starving for words to fill the thick, hanging silence. You marked into the bark of me, leaving scars. But the scars left winding grooves and patterns.. cutting through me with a bread knife, ragged edges in the lacerations. Covering every speckle of guilt I've ever felt by moving on, or trying to at least. But you always come back like a sickness and I blindly succumb. Like a blue bird bleeding into dark dry concrete, you sear me with your impossible eyes.

Control

There are things in this world we can’t control. Our hearts, our regrets, our unfinished dreams. But if you learn to live happy, you’ll find out exactly what the word ‘control’ means. Insanity, reaction, emotion launches the idea of ‘control’ into the atmosphere. Love, passion, infatuation seizes your mind and throws everything off balance. Humor, confidence, ambition… it leads you into a life of pure domination over all subjects. No mind is alike, but every soul wants a sense of direction. Having a directionless soul can lead you to destruction and rebellion. I urge everyone I know to lead a day without this so-called misshaped moralistic state. Let go of our foolish addictions and take control.

Be Happy

Her eyes meet the floor as he says, “Don’t ruin this for me, the truth is you’re nothing what I wanted to expect”. Just then he lifts her head, his eyes meet hers and she gasps, “I never expected to fall so fast”, “Shut your mouth and let it pass. You’re not what I want, I want what I can’t have”

Traffic Light Blues

Yeah, I’m starting to feel better. Oh, I’m starting to feel sane. And if you need me, call me. We’ll talk about everything; how no one understands, that you just can't catch a break, and all this bad luck that has you bound to stay inside for days. Well, listen here. I know this world is crazy but if you look at the light in the tunnel in the distance, over the mountaintops adjacent to the trees where you were first born, and where you decided to leave, you'll see your life in multicolored contrast.  Fall out of the picture onto a concrete road. Find your feet and just float. Well if you need me, call me. We'll talk about everything; how no one understands, that the noise of the city gets you down and you just want to move far away to a place where your losses are cut short and can't be found. Well, if you need me, call me.

Agenda

Take Some Time

Clear Your Mind

Find Your Feet

Ground Your Life

Make It Real

Learn To Feel

Challenge Your Day

Just Be Okay

A wise man once said..

There’s an old saying that goes “stick with what you know”. But if you stick around too long, you’ll never grow. Those old roots will rot away and expose themselves to everything fake. Well you just didn’t listen to those old wise men and now you’re as disposable as an empty pen. Your fear kept you from staying on track, heading towards happiness and never looking back.

Robotic bliss.

Damaged and depressed, here lies the mess she’s made of herself. Trying to be saved left her selfish and enraged with everything wrong in this world. So she sits in her robotic fits. Comfortable as she lives, she knows there must be more to this than self-assuring bliss. She’s never seen the outside of her bedroom walls. She’s never had the freedom to accept friendly phone calls, but it’s not her fault. She boxes herself in. Her mother endears her with restless thoughts of tarnished boys and melodramatic sin. So she sits in her robotic fits. Comfortable as she lives, she knows there must be more to this than self-assuring bliss.

This is for you, Nicole.

The clock is ticking
To fall for nonfiction
Waist deep in recognition
That everyone I know is itching
For something real to happen
So I sit back
Listen to the tick tock
Of all the time I’ve wasted
Knowing all these hastings
Are so unappealing

Mixed up signals, bullet train.

I've been listening to a lot of Bright Eyes lately, and I'm not sure if that's good or not. It makes me think about life too much.
"Never thought of running, my feet just led the way"
"Death will give us back to god, just like the setting sun is returned to the lonesome ocean."
"Would you agree times have changed?"
"Sun turns us to stone. It's a cloudy day, but we still can't go home"
"A train off in the distance, bicycle chained to the stairs, everything must belong somewhere"
"And if you swear that there's no truth and who cares, how come you say it like you're right?"

I'm ready to be done.

You know this is about you.

-You are the only person here for me, thank you.

-You are the one I wish I was really close to because you mean a lot to me.

-You are the most inconsiderate bastard to ever walk on the earth.

-You are the only person I can see myself growing old with.

-You are the one I never want to lose, but already have.

-You are the most incredible person I have ever met, and I love you.