When I Write

I write when I’m on the train
When Albert Hammond sings and
When glimpses of you appear
In the ghosts of the shadows of others

Just for a moment be close to you
Pretend that I’m still holding you

And perhaps someday
When we’re done chasing our fantasies

Maybe love will bring you back to me.

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Some People

Some people fall asleep at 3pm
Dreaming about their lives;

Other people stay awake at 3am
Going about their lives;

Some people stay awake at 3pm
Going about their lives;

Other people fall asleep at 3am
Dreaming about their lives;

I am sitting around at 10am
Thinking about my life.

An Idea

Here’s one for you
The person who came back
But feels as though
Had just left;

It is not possible
That you are more reachable
That far away than you are
Just close by;

It was nice to feel you near
Yet it isn’t so when you are
Actually close because now you seem
So far away;

An idea: yes an idea
That is what this is
An idea and nothing more than
Something that doesn’t exist;

You’re a terrible friend
(But I still like you as one haha)

The Storm

As things get messier
A turbulence ensues
That sweeps the lining
Right off the bed cover

Leaving everything under
Exposed with a stench
A sight so gruesome
Even the Joker looks away;

There is no order
Underneath this disorder
Only chaos beneath
An unlikely cover;

Smile at me for awhile
As I clean up the mess
Or salvage whatever
If there is anything left;

Maybe the storm hasn’t started
Perhaps there is hope as yet.