No one is beta by choice
Some are alpha by chance;
All we need sometimes
Is someone to save us
From the world and
From ourselves:
All things are from ourselves.
emotions
Martyr My Dear
We are all
Martyrs of our guilt
and
Soldiers of our pain.
Life Is As Such
Why do we always find the things
We’ve stopped looking for long ago?
Why do we never find the things
We think that we need long ago?
Why do we find the things
We either stopped wanting
Or never knew we needed?
Life is as such
Such is as life.
For You, Who Walked Across (Away)
You just can’t look
At a girl you’ve kissed
Straight in the eyes
Without feeling something;
Maybe we like drama so much
That we conjure things up
To feel a little more and
Love just a little more;
Maybe it’s the girl
Or maybe it’s the kiss
But likely it’s just you
Filling(feeling) your boredom.
And you are probably me.
Me
Maybe through the depths
of mire and dreams
I have fallen out of love
with the idea of me;
Or maybe I was
never in love
with the person
beyond the dreams.
Turntable
A man who doesn’t lose considers
A defeat as a victory of some sort;
It is almost perverse:
An obsession and a belief
That someday soon it’ll come
Where all little losses turn into
A major triumph of the self.
Not Dreaming Anymore
Sometimes fantasy conflates
With reality
Through dreams
You have her in your arms
Then you open your eyes
And she’s gone
She was there waiting
For you to come with the car
But when you’re there she’s not anymore
When you next see her
She’s in someone else’s arms
Waiting for someone else’s car
All that’s left to twirl
Is your notion of reality
And not her tender curls
All because you are
Not dreaming anymore.
