“Lifes Canvas”

When life slips our grip,
And our being begins to break down,
When everything that makes you,
Is stripped away,
Who stands before the world?

When your naked to all your flaws,
All your imperfections,
Are you proud of who you are?

Poison in these veins,
Tearing my being apart,
My past bears no presence,
As my present walks away,
Crying out I scream,
Just a little help from the future,
I beg for, it simply seems.

With time fading quicker,
When yesterday,
Was just another day,
Tomorrow can’t find me,
As today is running away,
I beg for the answers,
That no one has to give,
Because reality,
Is only a painting so beautifully done,
I press my pen to canvas,
I’ll draw a new reality for myself.

Poison in these veins,
Tearing my being apart,
My past bears no presence,
As my present walks away,
Crying out I scream,
Just a little help from the future,
I beg for, it simply seems.

With every ounce of my being,
Being torn away,
It’s time to rebuild myself,
Paint me as a new picture,
Shape myself as I want to be,
Don’t paint me better off,
I just don’t want to hear it,
Don’t hang me from a wall,
For people to admire and judge,
I won’t relate to another,
I’ll be who I have to be,
Who I want to be,
Who I’ve set out to be.

Each hint each touch,
Malleable I’ve become,
I mold to this pressure,
And grow as a result,
Left to long I’m crumbling,
Hiding so long I’m fumbling,
When words aren’t clear,
And my vision is doubling up,
I can feel the sensation,
As lies begin to creep.

Poison in these veins,
Tearing my being apart,
My past bears no presence,
As my present walks away,
Crying out I scream,
Just a little help from the future,
I beg for it simply seems.

Who am I to seem anything but me,
A brand new canvas,
I’m fresh on the scene,
Watch the ink spill,
It creates a new master piece,
A life in which I hold,
The greatest fears I’ve sold.

A Myriad Of Roses

A Myriad of roses,
A Myriad of proses,
What do I do when all else fails,
Stuck chasing tails of dreams,
That I can’t seem to relive,
Chocking on this silence,
Can I cough up a sentence,
One to keep you here?
Let me know now,
Cause im running out of time.


I don’t say you are anything,
That you don’t perceive yourself to be,
But you caught my fancy,
Struck a chord in the perfect pitch,
Ive lost enough,
I’m shooting for a win,
In a game I’m already twenty below,
I don’t have a chance,
Can’t catch what I had,
Never meant to fell,
But girl you could be,
My right hand,
My straight shot,
My knock out punch.


You don’t question the what ifs,
While that’s all I can contemplate,
I don’t hold importance on a notion I can’t keep control of,
Yet,
if you want something real,
If you want that truth,
Give me time and watch who I am,
I’m broken now,
But god damn I’m fixing up,
Two broken hands still throwing punch after punch,
To weak to stand,
But to strong to drop.


A Myriad of roses,
A Myriad of proses,
What do I do when all else fails,
Stuck chasing tails of dreams,
That I can’t seem to relive,
Chocking on this silence,
Can I cough up a sentence,
One to keep you here?
Let me know now,
Cause im running out of time.


You already knew what I had to say,
But you stuck around to hear it,
I’m out of my league on this one,
Standing up to take any challenge,
You struck that chord,
And no matter what I say,
No matter what you do,
It’s who you are that makes me desire this game of proof,
You look into my eyes,
And tell me what you can see,
My eyes though darkened red,
Will show you miles,
These aren’t blue oceans,
Not grey skies,
They don’t shine the green of the grass,
But if you catch that sunset,
Within a perfect shade of amber,
In which you could wish time would stop so this moment wouldn’t die,
Search my eyes for that moment,
And tell me if you can find it,
Because I’m chocking on silence,
And I can’t seem to cough up,
The words needed to keep you here.