What’s the point?
18 Aug 2010 8 Comments
in Poetry Tags: doubt, friend, honesty, inspiration, mask, Poetry, stranger, Truth
What’s the point of inspiration
If there’s no one to inspire?
And if there’s nothing to ignite
Why would I try to start a fire?
I write to set my demons free
I write to give whats in my heart
But why create another world
If no one wants to be a part?
Do you think my words are selfish?
Or is there just no time to care?
Your absence looms inside my mind
And still you’re not even aware
You used to move me and amaze me
But now it all seems so rehearsed
What would you do? How would you feel
If this was somehow all reversed?
You want to reach out, touch their hearts
You want the world to know your name
But you can’t even comprehend
That someone else would want the same
So I’ll sit and write these words
That you will never even read
Despite myself, it’s your approval
That I still want…though I don’t need
Definitions
19 Jul 2010 3 Comments
in Poetry Tags: friend, Heart, inspiration, Life, loss, LOVE, Path, Selfishness
I guess I always had a feeling
And I accept I share the blame
But I just couldn’t see a world
Without your face, without your name
I know my choice was purely selfish
How could I think that it would last?
I couldn’t see ahead without you
When you’re so entwined in my past
I didn’t want to cause you pain
But I just could not let you go
You were the music to my lyrics
You took my words and made them glow
But we made choices long ago
That we can never turn around
We can’t regret the paths we chose
Or find what chose not to be found
Love can mean so many things
I thought I defined it from the start
You were my friend, my inspiration
But you never owned my heart
