tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-65087717499418574412024-11-05T19:00:34.230-08:00WritingAlex http://www.blogger.com/profile/01111398201006886837noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6508771749941857441.post-56317638918310533652019-10-21T21:03:00.001-07:002019-10-21T21:03:19.444-07:00It's all a comedy after all<div>No need to take your days so seriously</div><div>No need to wear your tears to the ball,&nbsp;</div><div>The finale isn't so great, but the story is worth staying for the curtain call,&nbsp;</div><div>So why spend your time frantically pacing the floorboards,&nbsp;</div><div>Carving trenches down the hall?</div><div>If only you could see from the sidelines,&nbsp;</div><div>It isn't worth half the fuss you make at all,</div><div>It's all a comedy, so why aren't you laughing&nbsp;</div><div>Harsh lines chiseled down your face,&nbsp;</div><div>You'd think you seen the ghost of a tomorrow that never came,&nbsp;</div><div>While you were too busy standing in the same place.&nbsp;</div><div>No need for the dramatic, no one cares any way,&nbsp;</div><div>It's all a gas, so stop building up the theatrics</div><div>This is supposed to be a comedy, that's what they say</div><div><br></div>Alex http://www.blogger.com/profile/01111398201006886837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6508771749941857441.post-66353338544011773292019-10-21T20:49:00.000-07:002019-10-21T20:49:24.462-07:00The world seems so distant these days<div>Passers-by adorning their Sunday best,</div><div>Hiding behind their nicest masks,</div><div>Places to go, things to buy, people to please,</div><div>There's always been such status in going,</div><div>Going so fast that time seems to fly by,</div><div>The kitchen littered with the pages of calendars from years that were all but blinked away,</div><div>Which mask will look good today, what of tomorrow?</div><div>What will the others think?&nbsp;</div><div>Too busy to waste a seconds thought on being,&nbsp;</div><div>Afterall there's too much left to be done before we can make time to feel</div><div>Who has time to enjoy the living of life?</div><div>When there are places to go, things buy and people to please,</div><div>Best iron my Sunday best,</div><div>Wouldn't want the crowd to notice the cracks in my mask,</div><div>I wouldn't want them to see the face skillfully hidden beneath it,&nbsp;</div><div>What would they think?</div><div>Afterall, I'm nothing more than a collection of their gazes,</div><div>Because who has time for the meaning?</div><div>Life is nothing more than comedy after all,</div><div>And I am nothing more than the mask I cower behind.&nbsp;</div>Alex http://www.blogger.com/profile/01111398201006886837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6508771749941857441.post-61678515681068306012019-10-21T20:48:00.002-07:002019-10-21T20:48:57.570-07:00My lips hover over hers,&nbsp;<div>Something in her eyes tells me I am for her,&nbsp;</div><div>My heart cannot disagree,</div><div>There is no ecstasy live being loved as you are,&nbsp;</div><div>Raw and bare,&nbsp;</div><div>No smoke or mirrors to obscure your insecurities,&nbsp;</div><div>Just flesh and spirit,&nbsp;</div><div>To be loved and to love in return,&nbsp;</div><div>The greatest gift of life is to find yourself in another's gaze,&nbsp;</div><div>Two souls binding to find comfort in a familiar embrace,</div><div>There is no act quite as innocent and terrifying,</div><div>As to love and be loved on return</div>Alex http://www.blogger.com/profile/01111398201006886837noreply@blogger.com0