not capable enough of writing a good title:

when one comes you can't stop the rest
can't stop to rest
it's test after test, crestfallen, still falling
helplessness
which will subside
but it's vividness builds up inside
and pours out
and fills doubt
with something to get doubtful about
and the only ease
comes from thinking of leaves
and leaving this tree
of your honor and piety
i can lay low, cause i know
i'll be seen at eye level
now i just revel in
any chance i get
to take a step in front of a crowd
and be heard for what i am

doubt is hanging on to what i am not
what i am not yet
what i will be.

and you may not see it in me, i may not see it in me
mystery knows i have to keep going higher
call me a liar
for believing that i can do anything.
but the least i can do is sing.
the least i can do is bring something
to this table
at which i am able to eat.

smirk

i'd love to amaze you at first glance
and for the first thing i say to be the start of a life changing romance
but the truth is sometimes i feel quite boring
there's not always a lot to say

in fact i stare at the walls a lot
my face can be quite bland
and i tell people i'm tired

i think the truth is i'd like to wake up.
i'd like to not overlook so much ugliness in peoples lives
i'd like to dig deep in and make them ask questions
about the state of their being

and as for mine, i'd like to be inspired more
still i know that in order to be inspired, i must be willing to inspire others
with something worthwhile
with something so small as a smile
what difference would it make?
enough for me to give it a chance
then you glance
and your eyes get smaller as your cheeks rise in the act of a smirk
i feel as light as dirt
colorless, it's effortless
still i trust that the nature of ourselves will respond to importance
with the jump of a heart
the sink of my throat the pain in my eyes
walking on the ground as time flies

pack up and go

packing up to leave
taking my own
long road
with nothing but the belongings of my memories
and the past that built
enough skin to block out the dirt
and keep my insides in

the thin layer separating life from
the world
and still so much passes through

so many intangible ideas flew
right through me
getting caught in the cobwebs of that empty space in my head

i've been keeping some space open for rent
so please excuse my minds absence

it's just that i cleared the clutter of standards
and hand-fed opinions
that only make sense in one past-tense
but i know that now is a new game
or maybe not a game at all
no nothing is the same now
except that ever growing accumulation of events
building that past- tense to magnificent size
impressive
progressive
clear enough room for amiguity to loom ahead
at the dead end and all of it's surroundings
pointing countless directions that haven't been went
my money's been spent, i'll be staying here for a while
with this small backpack
that i put down from time to time
it's all you see attached to me
but my depth is in the emptiness
the space for this world to expand
and for new planes to land