Misconstrued Thoughts : Yesterday's Misconstrued Thoughts Today

your presence evokes a lonely
dominating with your sigh
a cry for more makes me shutter
wanting words I dare not stutter

your smile opens a dark room
that takes all my remaining light
I am taken by suprise
no longer able to open my eyes

the walls are closing in
while a rose is at my door
bare presumptions of tomorrow
nothing near as stark and hollow

as dreams become my fears
the taking of short breaths
but love revamps a peace
taken hostage by a far seige

When you say who I am,
it shakes rooms in your mind.
so I do what i can,
to make sure we all stay refined.

Maybe I am wrong,
to believe that the two of us,
will not last for long.
Riding in this little school bus.

Put faith in where it goes,
Question everything that passes in the night.
You feel it in your toes?
Everything looks different when it hits light.

Throw your arms back,
feel the wind and remember the times,
when we had what we lacked.
When love didn't speak without rhymes.

And if you try to decieve,
do it as if you felt you never would again.
As if that's what you believe,
as if what you say will be your best friend.

Our picture was photoshopped,
We never were and never will be together.
This relationship based on a photochop,
fell apart in the sunniest of weather.

My imagination again,
running wild again and its just me,
alone no friends,
making up stories about things I want to be.

Some folks ride the train of life
Looking out the rear,
Watchinig miles of life roll by,
And marking every year.

They sit in sad remeberance
of wasted days gone by,
And curse their life for what it was,
And hang their head and cry.

But I don't concern myself with that,
I took a differnt vent,
I look forward to what life holds,
And not what has been spent.

So strap me to the engine,
As surely as I can be,
I want to be out on the front,
To see what I can see.

I want to feel the winds of change,
Blowing in my face,
I want to see what life unfolds,
As I move from place to place.

I want to see what's coming up,
Not looking at the past,
Life's not long enough for yesterday,
As it moves along way to fast.

So if the ride gets bumpy,
While your looking back,
Go up front, and you may find,
Your life has jumped track.

It's all right to remember,
That's part of history,
But up front's where it's happening,
Theres so much mystery.

The enjoyment of living,
Is not where you have been,
It's looking ever forward,
To another year and ten

It's searching all the byways,
Never should you refrain,
For if you want to live your life,
You gotta drive the train!

Here I sit on this beautiful morn,
And wonder why I have been born.

I cannot speak the feelings I contain,
Where do I start to even explain?

Sometimes I’m happy to just to know I’m alive,
Then, sometimes I’m angry and sad and just want to die.

It’s not been done by anything or anyone,
But by me, because my thoughts are left undone.

Why do I not have a clue,
About myself, the world, or even you?

Maybe I am content at this time with my life,
But for some reason, or mystery?, there remains this strife.

I think that I have got it all together.
Then, I see you still floating as a feather.

I need freedom from this life I follow
And discover a life that is not so shallow.

I want to give and not take.
I want to love and not hate.

I want laughs and not cries.
I want truths and not lies.

Why all this confusion and why this torment?
How do I remember how my life has been spent?

Travel and experience are what I need,
But I race through this crisis at uncharted speed.

You gave ME the chance, and I threw it away,
But if YOU just take the chance, I promise to stay.

However, your eyes are searching for perfection,
And my eyes have been blinded by rejection.

You need more than what you see,
You deserve more than this Color of Me.

Unfortunate

It's such a shame
and such a waste
to live without
another's flame
To behold without claim
is as a needle's prick
And another's fault
for their own lost wick
How so an unfortunate life
you may say
To love but not contain
the love of another
to which others
may not claim

Wow...
nice work everyone, we've not had this much in a while... keep up the good work.

A snowy day that would never end

Once there was a snowy day
and it would not go away

No matter how much i prayed
It just seemed to blow our house away

But then I realized I was on top of a mountain
and so my house tumbled down like a freight train

And as I lay there dying
I thought to myself again

At least I'll never be stuck in my house
On a snowy day that would never end

-Luke Wallace

work schmirk,
I say with a smirk
oh, boy a new toy
a new phone all mine, mine alone
...

that is sad.... I am going to sleep

Interstellar Dust

Her simple make up,
Cherry sweet, Peachy, Watermelon juicy.

Not just made of dust from this sphere.
Interstellar Dust, yellow dwarfs, Little Dippers.

Compactly shown forth in bountiful love,
Gerber lily, tiger cup, butter daisy.

Curls of blonde Milky Way wisps.
Supernova scented, interplanetary alignments, lunar eclipsed.

Midnight. So clear. So dark. So near. My heart.
Snowflake uniqueness. Snowflake purity. Blood Red Passion.

A Comet's walk swaying side to side.
Galactic inspiration, dominating sky, divine creation.

Patient light years pass as shooting stars.
Spped of Light + Speed of Love = Energy Squared

Tommy, nice! You too Color of Me.