Float On By

Do I stay because you want me to stay or do I go, because the magic is floating away?

Words left in pages, 88 books. Lifestyles created by fear driven hooks. Lost without purpose without the pages of life. But this life is mine now, and so is the fight.

Comb through the tangles left from the frenzy, searching for regrets but coming up empty. Will we leave satisfied or will this not be plenty, when our souls leave this earth will you be with me.

Wandering Winter

Crisp Winter Air, the haunting smell of cinders

makes the heat yearn for more and the imagination wander.

But like a lone wolf, my heart is a traveler

Throughout the rest of my life I am left to wander

START THE SILENCE

As of 12/26/14, I will only be writing posts on this blog and my newest blog. I need to declutter my stuff and start maximizing my life. I’ve loved writing for all of my blogs, but I need to refine my focus this new year. To those who follow my other blogs, please don’t be disheartened. I will post a list of other blogs to follow in their place.

Thanks!

The Reason For the Season

Not for presents, boxes or delicate strings, may my heart not yearn for temporary things.

Hiding Under the World

Hiding under the world, under the realm of today

Searching for love, but life seems to get in the way

Hiding under the cover of a midnight sky

Searching for forever, while wondering why.

When the confusion settles

Each turn seems wrong, each turn seems forced

Without help, without knowledge of life’s future course.

I run the race, I run the miles

Only to turn up wondering whether it is all worth while.

At one point when the confusion settles

I’ll be less concerned with who won the medals.

Life turns, life goes by

Maybe at some point I’ll be able to answer why.

 

Safe in the Ground

You were my pride, my promise, my prize.

The source of my flame and in the end my demise.

You were my life, my beginning, my ending song

The one I thought I could always depend on.

But life goes on, it goes fast, it doesn’t slow down

It just keeps tumbling, rambling until you’re safe in the ground.

 

 

Stepping Stones

Step back, step forward.

Be careful don’t trip, don’t stutter.

Don’t look back, don’t turn around

step forward, don’t stutter, don’t turn around.