#48

It's that moment of uncomfortable silence

Staring into each others eyes with no words

Afraid of how things will come out

Or a complete lack of words in this moment

When they were so carefully thought out

Everything is simple until face to face

Everything then breaks down and you're lost

The feeling in the pit of your stomach

You know what's right, but you can't do it

So you suffer until you go and suffer until the end

#47

These are the tears I couldn't let you see

As we sat alone and talked until past three

A haze of words, little would be remembered

And I'm left with no idea what to do

The worst though, is that I still fucking smell you.

#46

A faceless statue in an abandoned Colosseum

Sixteen columns hold the open ceiling

Travelers from some place unknown

Look to discover what once had been known

Centuries ago flesh clad in iron caused the ground to tremble

Today only the ghosts, memories, and bone remain.

#45

In three hours time has flowed

Like a river halted by a dam

Able to clearly see the depths

A tiny fish seemingly glides by

Two birds in a nearby tree sing

A frog jumps in causing ripples

The serene scene changes often

Eyes must be open in order to see

The river flows gently still into a sea

This must be captured, bottled, for times

Those rough times when the river has overflown

Moving rapidly perhaps, where it's dangerous

Always though calmer waters are upstream

A platypus swims playfully in solitude

An otter floats on his back playing with rocks

A swam sits on a bank alone

Something floats downstream in the distance

A bright day is ahead, not a cloud in sight.

#44

I feel this may not be for me

Every night we don't talk I worry

I'm a mess of cluttered emotions

Rising and falling based on you

I know how you feel

Or at least how you did not so long ago

I try to realize them

And know nothing has changed

But I'm too irrational

And can't stop my gut feeling.

#43

Losing grip, I see the end coming

You say you've lost yourself

Just when I'm feeling found

Now I'm the one feeling like I've lost

I thought it was finally real

But the familiar is coming near

A lightbulb burnt up

In a flash bright

The next dark.

#42

There's such a thing as too much love

Too much affection

Too much caring

At least that's what I've learned from today's society.

Who is to know such things?

There's no way to measure

Not in grams or ounces.

Perhaps there's a scale somewhere, or a meter.

If this is what society has come to

It highly explains why it's in shambles

If even love has a measure of too much

Then why is it acceptable for hate to be abundant?

Human relationships have become a game

A push pull from both sides struggling to keep the other in check

Life is nothing more than one long race

I'm content not being first when no one ever finishes.