A crash

I came thundering down from my self made throne,
i tried so hard to hold on to my golden life,
i forgot how dark and damp reality was.

i find myself in that corner,
the one your parents would remind you one day would come,
that place where you are no longer a child,
no longer have the spirit to roam throughout,
you have become but another number,
another paycheck, another tax payer,
you no longer have that spunk,
that tenacity to say things will be ok,
you have grown to be content with what life has given you.

Each time i look up i remind myself what used to be,
i remember everybody watching me,
admiring what i used to be,
no i lie here face down in this hole,
simply because i feel from that throne.

I feel like im dying,
these waves called emotions crashing over me.

waitful & watchful

February 19, 2007

in my eyes you’ve become something extraordinary. someone that i cant live without. i love you babe.

February 21, 2007

John Milton : How Soon Hath Time How soon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth, Stolen on his wing my three and twentieth year! My hasting days fly on with full career, But my late spring no bud or blossom shewth1. Perhaps my semblance might deceive the truth, That I to manhood am arrived so near, And inward ripeness doth much less appear, That some more timely-happy spirits

enduth2. Yet, be it less or more, or soon or slow, It shall be still in strictest measure even To that same lot, however mean or high, Toward which Time leads me, and the will of Heaven; All is: if I have grace to use it so, As ever in my great Task-Masters eye.

your poem resembles this one. i’ve been thinking bout you today. so so so so oh so much. i love you babe. and youre not old!!!