Cold and alone
Clinging to the rumor of hope
We all need some one to hold
Sometimes we don’t get enough
Of the love we dream of
Disowned
Distraught and unclothed
We all need some one to hold
It’s those we judge
Longing for skin to touch
Innocence sold
The same story gets retold
We all need some one to hold
*Thinking about those living on the streets tonight*
Today we sat on the grass by the lake
Watched boats tugging tubes
The tree hung lazily in front of our eyes
And for a moment I was lost
Because it was better than a book or a story
I witnessed life without fear
I don’t know that I felt anything
Just alive
I would have stayed longer
But there was work to be done
I’m afraid of the hand that writes
Because I share what’s inside
My guts spill out for strangers
And I have nothing but rawness
No elegance or skill belongs to me
I’ll explode if I don’t express myself
Why do I feel like apologizing
For taking up your time
To me, the stars are all alike
Light years humble their greatness
So that one looks no different than another
I hope that the distance I create
Between you and I
Would do the same to my tiny shadow
Making me as bold and beautiful as you
I say prayers for my success
But it’s not everything
God don’t build something from nothing
It’s me that’s got to be a believer
In the tracks that are tread
In the harrowing end
Explode like blown speakers
Thrash around in the mess
It’s a daunting place that I seek
No angels abound
I’m haughty in my glory
Yeah I’ll admit I’m arrogant
But my egos always been fucked
It’s on one end or the other
I like it better this way
Some day I’ll find the middle ground
For now I’ll ask for your worship
Just look at where I came from
And you’ll know I deserve the acclaim
Cause’ not that long ago I was crawling
It’s delusions of grandeur
That’s fine with me
I’m my own biggest fan
I owe myself the honor
For being so hard on myself
A cracked window means broken glass
How many times can I fall between the cracks
Before I’m holy, unfiltered, raw
I want to be radioactive and explosive
I want my words to burn deep, corrosive
Er’ry body has their own place in the mess
It’s hard to be more and not be less
Lord if you hear me
And if you are kind
I could use a little comfort
To ease my mind
I’m happy with progress
And the way that things are
But there’s still a black surface
Resting under the scar
I’m not the same person
Inside and out
Some things are better
Others bring doubt
I ask that you lift me
Up out of this haze
Give my life purpose
And show me your ways
I spend my nights dreaming of glory
I spend my days building my dreams
The mission never meets the vision
But strength is grown in the effort
A simple poem feels lacking in spirit
Yet the harder I try for elegance
The closer I am to pretentiousness
My place is somewhere in between
Where words have depth and meaning
Without reaching into a bag of tricks
It’s a thin line to walk
That I find myself falling on either side of
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