Music - My Drug

Music is my drug,
Speakers are my needle.
Turn it up,
Push it in,
Now the fun begins.
Louder and louder,
Deeper it goes,
Nothing else compares,
Nothing else comes close.
Further into the vein it seeps,
This feeling of euphoria,
Compounds by bounds and leaps.
Soon it will reach,
The tips of my fingers,
And the ends of my feet.
My entire body enveloped,
In sheer ecstasy,
Not wanting to let go,
But continue feeling free.

Race of Life

At the line,
Red light glows,
Heart is racing,
Slight breeze blows.
Almost nervous,
Excitement grows.

A few more seconds,
Patience runs out,
When will this,
Adventure start?
Quiet rumble,
Shaking hands,
Cannot wait,
To beat the man.

Turn the nob,
Radio blares,
The people next door,
Start to glare,
Slightly giggle,
Turn away,
I am me,
Leave me be.

3 2 1,
Green means go,
Shift to first,
Start off slow,
Tires spin,
My car grins,
On our way,
It all begins.

Just starting down,
This race of life,
Who will win?
Let's just see,
It's not just between,
You and me.
But all of us,
Will start sometime,
We shall finish,
In the nick of time,
Not a moment to soon,
Hopefully not late.

Some start early,
Others end late,
Let's just hope,
Doom isn't our fate.
So continue accelerating,
Shifting up when needed,
Avoid the road blocks,
Skip the detours,
Enjoy the ride,
Smell the flowers,
And love life.

My Only Regret In Life

For my one and only love. You will never know how sorry I am, even if you do not believe me.


This song of sorrow,
Echoes through the halls.
The scar on my hand,
Reminds me of my mistake,
Everything I see,
Makes my mind hate itself.
Nothing in this world,
Can fix,
That which I have broken.
No amount of mending,
Can heal the wounds that I have caused.
It is impossible,
For all the words in the world,
To undo the choice that I have made.
I must live with this regret,
The only one I have.
Every song on the radio,
Tells me of the idiot I am.
All the movies on the screen,
Push me deeper into this pit of sadness.
The books and stories on the shelf,
Mock and ridicule me.
There isn't a thought process,
That doesn't remind me of what I have lost,
And pushed away.
This is my burden to bare,
None other can feel my pain.
I have torn my own heart,
From my chest,
For I am no longer worthy,
Of the love of another.
My longing for forgiveness,
Fall of deaf ears.
No one will know,
Of the pain,
And suffering,
That I have brought upon myself.
No one can comprehend,
The sadness that I feel.
Nothing can be done,
As I hang my head,
Wallowing in grief,
And self hate.

The Clay of Life

For Lexi - Thanks for the inspiration

With every single breathe,
Each time your lungs fill with air,
The monotonous ticking,
Of the clock on the wall,
With each passing second,
We are able,
To define who we are.
The decisions we make,
Every single moment,
Will shape us into,
The men and women,
That we will become.
Each new passing day,
Is a new opportunity,
For us,
To show the world,
Who we are on the inside,
To demonstrate who we really are,
Instead,
Of what others portray us,
Or society labels us.
When the time comes,
An you stand,
Face to face,
With the bitter taste,
Of opposition,
How will you stand?
Will you hold firm,
And sing your own tune,
As loud as your lungs can bare,
Throwing your arms into the sky
Displaying for all to see,
Who you really are,
Beneath the skin?
Or will you waver,
Being blown about,
By the winds of conformity,
Forfeiting the very thing,
That makes you unique,
Your voice?
Life is what you make of it,
Will you seize the moment,
And live it to the fullest,
Unafraid of the whispering voices?
Or will you let,
The whispers of the night,
control your every action,
Thus causing you,
To ultimately cease to exist?
Each of us must choose.
What kind of person,
Are you?

Cold Shower

My back against the wall,
Knees pulled up to my chest,
Head between my legs,
The bitter cold of the water,
Dripping down my back,
The warmth long gone,
The hours passing along like days,
This agony stretching on,
Never seeming to end.
After so long,
The cold seeps to the bones,
Now numbing the physical senses,
But its all the same.
Eventually,
Life will catch up,
To the cocoon I have created around myself.
Only able to hide,
For so long.
All roads,
Are suddenly coming to an end.
The available options,
Are starting to grow,
Few in number.
There are only,
A limited amount of escape routes.
How can I choose one,
Over another,
When all left over roads,
Are dark and deserted.
The asphalt practically new,
As a result of few travelers.
The suppressed thought,
Pushes forward,
Into my consciousness.
Secretly,
I begin to wish,
That I didn’t have to journey,
Down this dark road,
Alone.

The Woods

Walking through the forest,
On a small gravel road,
The trees so thick,
No light can penetrate.
Just one small beam,
Illuminates the path.
Impossible to tell,
What lies on either side.
The road ahead,
Looks grim and vague.
Step by step,
Inch by inch,
Wandering further into the thicket,
It's too late to turn back now.
Something catches the eye,
A ways up the lane.
As it draws nearer,
It appears to be,
A fork in the road,
Only two options to choose.
One leads right,
The other to the left.
What lies ahead,
On either side,
Cannot be seen.
The time is now,
Have to choose.
Each path is a loaded gun.
Completely unpredictable.
A quick game of einie meanie,
And the real journey now begins.
No one knows what comes next,
In this crazy game of life,
Lets just hope,
This path I took,
Isn't,
Like playing roulette with a shotgun.

Tears and Rain

These tears fall from the sky,
Hitting the ground,
Exploding on impact,
Filled with the explosive power,
Of sadness.
With the shrapnel of loneliness,
Blasted in every direction.
The only thing left behind,
Is a crater of hopelessness.
Liquid ore now fills the hole,
Continuously burning,
Digging the hole deeper,
And deeper,With every passing day.
It will not be long,
Until the bottom cannot be seen,
From the top.
There will come a time,
Where not even the longest of latter's,
Or the lengthiest of ropes,
Can stretch tot he depths,
Of this dark abyss.
There will come a moment,
Where people begin to avoid this crater,
For fear,
Of being consumed by it,
And being lost to the world.
Perhaps the day will come,
When the water of the sky,
Fills this fissure,
Not creating more destruction,
But bringing forth life.
A well will be created,
Giving strength,
And life,
To those that drink from it.
While the pit remains just that.
A pit.
Now full of water,
Producing happiness for others,
While it continues on,
In reality,
Unaltered.