Play on..

Celebrating tragedies with people who caused it,
With people who we ruined,
With people who are still sitting across the table, sharing a smile & ready to lend a shoulder... at the end of it all.

All the pain forgotten.
All the pain forgiven.
@ a few laughs.

Compromises, made willingly.
Promises, made knowing they can't be fulfilled - forgiven.

Wishes, that we wished as we drifted into fantasy.
Beautiful memories we stole from a cruel reality.
And memories of a future that may never happen.
Of a future that beat us to it.

But, the game of life is still on.
So we carry on, and give it our best shot.

(Jan 13th, '11
8:53 pm)

Resurrection

High on life. Happy about nothing.

All worries up in flames.

Raising a glass, to the fights and grudges.

That end up in stupid drunk poetry.

Lamenting about life, like we're not the same person we've been all this while.. like we're someone else.

Writing off the hatred with a casual laugh, shared with a friend.

Tired, but not beaten.

Back to being a better version of ourselves.

One that we know, one that we love.

And one that we want to be... at the end of each day.

(Jan 13th, '11

8:47 pm)

The Trip

Of pigs and magic tricks

Stupid smile pasted on the lips

Raining beats and tunes and voices

And the fettered spirit rejoices

Intoxicated

Resuscitated

Liberated

Splashing against my window

Trickling through my blood

Drawn into every breath I take

Crawling across my skin.. creeping in

Uprooting my senses,

And luring me into an unfamiliar abandon