The Final Race

The wind rushes by me
The speed I can't ignore
Brushing shoulders with death
Keeps me from getting bored

Wind makes my eyes teary
The fear fuels my heart
It beats like a drum machine
That will tear me apart

I can only go faster
There will be no slowing down
In the face of disaster
There will be no throwing down

So if my death waits for me
I'll ask for a final race
I will win that one too
Leave exhaust fumes in death's face
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Heh. Don't know what made me write this. But if you like to drive, and drive fast, I think you'll connect with this.

Blur

Days blur into each other

I passed this street yesterday

Change this life for another

But would I want it that way?

Stuck in this bubble

Dreaming kaleidoscopic 

What's the trouble?

I'm slightly sick

But now I'm okay

That feeling went away

Like it does everyday

Today, yesterday

I'm fine now

Somehow

Though I used

To be confused

But I'm fine now

I'm really fine

Really

Potato.

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Just trying to capture the confused feeling.

Sewn

There was a wound in my heart

Sewed up so it won't fall apart

Now the scar stares at me

But it doesn't mean much, you see

I will nail the scab till it hurts

Tear the skin, till blood spurts

Pick the pieces from my nails

Because pain never fails

There is only so much pain

That you can officially take

After that its peaceful state

Either you wake or break

So, have I woken or I've broken

I do not know till now

There is only a path to walk

Which will answer me somehow

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Ah ha, good old angst and bloody imagery.  

A Dream

There was a rainy day, once

It rained like it has never rained 

I walked that day alone

Drenched to the bone.

I saw you there

Playing with raindrops

Like a mermaid

Stranded out of a dream

Did we share a look?

Did we share a thought?

Did we share some future?

From my mind to yours?

There is nothing more I can say

Or I could say, or should say

There is just you and me now 

And there is us, that's enough

Enough for both of us.

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Ah, love.

The Wait

Now listen
There is nothing more painful than an unsaid goodbye
It might be your turn next time
So do it. Do what you want to do.
Death will not give a warning
There will never be a second chance
To do what you were born to do
Find your calling
Pull it out
From your dreams
From your screams
Shut up
Stop complaining
Work these hands
Use your head
It's simple
When you know
That death is waiting for you
Only you.

December By The Lake

A cold evening of December

Is a day I fondly remember
With friends and a bonfire
Star studded sky to admire
When drink loosed tongues
We began to talk
Stories pored from our lungs
Some took a walk
While others sat around
Poked the fire in the ground
Told truths and lies
That filled the night
We were full of cheers
Unaware of the fears
That were yet to come
We were blissfully dumb
What a good times those were
Now only memories stir
I will always remember
The lake that December

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It was an amazing night. The first time I drank Vodka :)

The Man In The Street

A man walked up to me in the street

He said, Sir, would you care to listen for a beat?
I am a busy man, I said, get out of my way
But the old man stood his ground any way

He begged and pleaded me to listen
While the strand of my patience grew thin
I tried to push him away, but he wouldn't move
What the hell was he trying to prove?

Alright I will listen, but better speak fast
My patience with you will not forever last
Then he spoke the words that chilled my bones
He spoke them peppered with harsh tones

He finally moved away from my way
I had heard all he had to say
I bowed my head and started to pray
My bones still cold in the month of May