The Matter that Matters

Beings made of matter just trying to matter ... Because nobody wants to be a placeholder for something great. We all have potential stored inside of us- It stands still, searching for motivation and inspiration in and within the surroundings- Trying to find something that drives it.. Because potential doesn't mean a thing if all of it's intentions aren't backed up with efforts. You must search within your matter and find what matters. What inspires you? What drives you? You're a piece of matter.... Everything you've been and seek to be matters, because you are matter. Make it matter.

Saving the Villain

"Because sometime's the villain is the one that needs saving..."

Here's my hand.. can you reach it? 

.... If I offer it to you, promise to take only as much as I'm willingly giving. 

How can somebody find peace within someone else's pieces? 

Guess it scares you....

To be approached by someone who's willing to offer their help, even when they know that you're helpless, and that they will be the one needing the help in the end. 

You're used to the challenge, the walls that people build around themselves to keep someone like you out and away. 

Never been afraid of the pain, the hurt, or the tears that someone like you can bring about....   

Never been afraid of falling and breaking in attempts to fix what clearly is broken......

I could build an empire out of my very own scraps and left over pieces. 

... But I guess, I've just made it too easy....

... And you're afraid of what can happen along the way.... 

You're used to being the villain... 

Yet, you need more saving than I ever will.

It's easy to be the villain. 

You've let yourself get carried away in this role that you play... 

Where you choose to inflict pain because you're afraid of pain being inflicted on to you. 

I get it....

It's a cold, cold world... which has made it far too easy for you to blend in. 

But what would be of this world if the evils of humanity blinded us to their possible good?

There's got to be villains for heroes to exist. 

I'd like to believe there's good in every evil. 

How many times have we failed to help the villain?

Surely, the victim needs help, but the villain does too. 

Cause so many times the bad one has been deprived of so much good... 

bad is all they know. 

bad is all they can do.

You're so busy deceiving in order not to be deceived. 

One can only trust, in hopes to be trusted in return..

As in, maybe if I show you some good, 

You will be good. 

I say,

Aid the villain... 

Place the weapon in their hand, 

and hope that they don't use it on you, but rather on some other evil up to no good. 

Two negatives never make a positive in the real world... 

One can only hope to cope with the negatives by staying positive. 

One can only hope to be good... and have good reciprocated. 

If we were all villains...... Heroes wouldn't be needed. 

Thunder and Lightening

Tonight I'm not settling for pieces...I want all of you. I've been patient, I've been kind, I've been subtle, I deserve it. I deserve all of you- not just the remains, or the scraps the others didn't know what to do with.

Sometimes, I doubt it. Like I'm better without it. Without you... and all the chaos that you bring. You hate the calm, so you come in rumbling like thunder. You tear up the roof and the ground that I stand on trembles, but I always keep my feet on the ground. Bring in the thunder.... I'm like lightning, always far ahead of you.

Take a seat. Let's light a couple tree's and reminisce on the time's when we swore we'd be better than this... in a room three sizes too small- that way our egos won't fit, and all they can do is embrace each other. No use in being the better person, both of us are worthless...

but thunder, thunder on, anyways. Shake up this place. Shatter these guarding walls that surround and protect my soul, heart, and priced possessions. I'm always ahead.

I'll strike like lightening and illuminate your darkest places... and all the heat produced disperses sound waves... and consequently you go KABOOM... because you don't know what to do.

Who do I think I am? Trying to deceive the laws of cause and effect.  

Haunted Memories

Your memory is my favorite ghost... and it loves to haunt me.

It loves to creep up behind me.

It love's to remind me .. that you're present even when you're absent.

You are out of sight, out of reach, but still in mind..

I love to close my eyes and imagine that you're here... besides me.

Truth be told, Flash backlights on my soul and you'll find your fingerprints in the darkest and deepest corners. 

Late at night I close my eyes and imagine you near.... 

It's the only way to touch you....

It's the only way to see you....

I bought a dream catcher in hopes of:

seeing you more often.... 

feeling you more often... 

because your memory haunts me. 

And although you're gone by now, I can't get rid of you. 

I close my eyes and imagine you pressed against me, just to help rid my memory of everything you've taken from me.

I close my eyes and let your memory haunt me.... 

because even in your absence, you are everywhere. 

Your memory is my favorite ghost and it still haunts me...

every where I go, every where I've yet to be.. you've found a way to engrave yourself in everything I am and everything I've yet to be. 

blood on the leaves

there's blood on the leaves. 

i fantasize about telling you no, about moving forward with no regards to what's left behind but the consequences don't outweigh the rewards and im always left wanting more. more. more. more of you 

"i heard you moved on?"

of course i did, im always in the process of moving forward but it seems like i always have a foot up front and the other just lags in the past .... so if the opportunity ever arises where a road leads me to you, i never hesitate to come back.  back. back. back to you. 

im here now. 

and not for long so why do you insist on asking me about the route i took and insist to inquire about the scenery. 

there was blood. blood. blood. blood on the leaves. 

 what else do you want to know? 

i got nothing left to tell.  

i got nothing left to give.  

what's left of me that doesn't belong to you? 

nothing. not a damn piece because to date the rewards still out weight the consequences....but one day they won't, and that will be the day that i tell you "no, that's enough, it's time for me to leave. enough is enough. i'm tired of spilling blood. there's too much blood on the leaves".