Deja vu has come again.
Seems I was right, my Texan friend.
The loneliness will never end.
I drown the bridges at the bends.

You've come again, to show the way
that I will never make it out.
I popped the pills, and had some fun
someone will talk about.
They'll talk about me.

In another life.
I knew you wandering.
So many girls.
The numbers all decline me
at the tumbling of the fingers.
I rattle on and on but in my dreams
your presence lets me know
that I'm already gone.
I wish that we were both dead.
My hand is on the thread
eternally.

The towers crumble on suburban
walkways and I just don't play
the way I did when we were kids
and I still don't know quite what to say.
And what's it matter anyway?

I'll turn the computer towards the tv.
You can stare at the soul,
tell me what do you see?
I am broken and bruised up, with lots
of sweet scars.
I would show you... but I don't know you
anymore. I never did.

When I was a kid I used to think
that if I made you smile,
you might just leave your life behind
and drive a thousand miles.
Kiss me on my forehead
and you tell me that the things
I did to get along were fair.
And I'll just smile through your hair.

But now you've come again.
A ghost or god. I just don't know.
Demon and song, all I can move to
as I just sit in twisted form
and squirm through verses.

And shut down at the proper time
I could have been the one

I feel I could have been the one
to steal somebody's pain.
Leave me alone, a bottle and phone
and you dance with my ghost in the rain.

awesome bro peace

You never fail to deliver, each one is always better than the one before it.

PP...You are so gifted...

Thanks, everyone.
I'm sorry I haven't been responding to poems or been more active in the forums lately.

Cheers to my digital friends.

You should be sorry.

"i like that"

blown away-excellent as always...

Bad-A$$