Defying the Laws of Gravity

Always abiding by the orders you were trained to follow

You yearned for authority over a life said to be yours

After decades of craving a change of scenery

You attempted to step out of bounds and play by your own standards

And crossing that line was surprisingly simple

But you lost track of your place and went too far

This indulgence of control became your newest addiction

But you considered this gluttony a breakthrough

Now you’re too consumed to prevent further damage

You’ve run out of the control you thought you had gained

The seed has been planted and taken root inside you

So it’s time to grow accustomed to being alone

You never saw the harm in shooting apples from trees

Or realized how much destruction you caused

Because you didn’t leave your eyes open long enough

To watch them drop and pile around you

Living with the weight of the world on your shoulders

Will only get heavier with each passing day

Maybe next time you’ll take Newton’s word for it
When he tells you “what goes up must come down”

I Still C You

“Your money is no good here”, you’d say with a smile

Reaching across the counter grasping for a clean start

But all I’ve got on me is loose change and this plastic card

Otherwise I would have paid you in the courage that you needed

Because my coffee was always much stronger than you
And I realize that nobody could give you what you didn’t care to take

So I traded places in line and had someone else ring me up

Because the color of your apron isn’t as charming in daylight
And I have three years of debt you wouldn’t let me pay
Every swipe is another gold star and the register reads I’ve reached my lucky dozen
My drinks on someone else tonight, and it looks like yours is too
And finally, I no longer see you

Hey Jude

Hey Jude, let's go back three months
Back to the nights we'd leave the bar early and sneak to my car
Back to blurred vision and inebriated smiles as we’d decide to take the long way home

Back to trying our hardest not to wake the world as we'd scream Across The Universe
Back to saying good night for hours when neither of us was going anywhere

Hey Jude, let’s stop living in the past
Stop this routine of “Hey, how’ve you been?” when we collide at the places we frequent
Stop scanning each other from across the room with “what if’s” on our mind and regret in our eyes
Stop pretending not to notice as we entwine ourselves in someone new
Stop forgetting those nights existed as we wear a reminiscent smile and quietly hum that same old tune

Home Wreck

I’m pulling up – half past one
The dark sky keeps our nightly routine a secret
But we need to be quick because the sun is our rival
And it won’t be long before the gossip queen rises from her beauty sleep
To shed light on our situation crafted of sins

Your bedroom window goes black
Not a moment sooner than it takes my message to send
It isn’t long before you’re climbing through my passenger door
Hoping for a good ride
That fulfills your wild expectations of me

If anyone knows that opposites attract, it’s you
Our bodies become magnets
As your negative is drawn to my positive
But our minds are fogging these windows with lust
And it’s hard to make out what’s ahead

This heavy ton of metal encasing us is swerving out of control
We’re crashing into this house you’ve kept strong and sturdy for years
The windshield breaks shattering glass toward our faces
And somehow we’ve managed to dodge these prying shards
But I’m able to see clearly another consecutive night

The air has turned cold as my conscience starts battling my physical nature
Wrapping itself around me tighter than you are holding on
In an attempt to warm me back up to reality
And guilt has a stronger grip
Forcing me to push you away once more

But parking has always been tight on your block
And the good in me is denting
More and more with each crash
So keep my spot open for tomorrow night
I’ll be pulling up – half past one

Write. Write. Write.

Write, write, write; we’re wrong in the words we choose to use when we’re putting pen to paper; fingers to keys; thumbs to digits on a phone that will create a QWERTY styled verse on the latest technology that we won’t use for any good. Letting anyone know anything that passes as waves through our minds thinking we could possibly create the next best thing when we know nothing will ever be good enough to truly broadcast. Never amounting to what we can only aspire to be, we’re left in this world built off the same copies of people so desperate for attention and acceptance. Either way I’ll continue to write, write, write always ending up wrong, but at least my battery isn’t dead yet.

Rough Draft

A canvas yearning for the taste of old ink
From a cartridge that has already run dry
Ignoring the reality that there’s nothing left to write.
Scarred with nothing but indents
From the tip of an empty pen lugged across faded lines
Trying to piece together characters that have never been printed
What’s left to write when everything’s already been written?

Fact Behind the Fiction

Lost in a hug too long for arms length
You guarantee a genuine feeling
Turn your cheek and fake that last squeeze
As you put on a show for an audience only visible to you
Acting as if your concentration is elsewhere
Because it’s easier being stuck in a lie
Than it is to divulge your weakness
My peripheral catches your glimpse every time

Empty Inside

Choking on words too hard to swallow

Chewed up & spit out just for the taste

I'm gaining nothing from this

But that's my intention

Empty inside

Painting

Painting over the past with intentions of a clean canvas
Covering yourself in thick strokes of lies applied by brushes kept unclean
Hung with more support than this fragile wall should give
Holding on dearly to a depiction I believed to be you
Until time revealed fabricated pieces that began to chip away
Now jagged and flakey I’m left with your true portrait
Held onto by nothing as this rusted nail in my chest finally breaks