So be it

If I breathe in, will I remain this way?
Same ol' lungs through out the day.
Maybe if I sleep for an hour more,
Turn out the lights.
I have awaken, my bones are sore.
Turn on the lights.
My cabinet is a treasure chest.
The many bottles to explore.
I'll have a glass when I can't rest.
Maybe just one more.
My clock is always ticking.
At midnight it rings her bell.
I miss my sweetheart, dearly.
At midnight I believe that's her way to tell.
My children are far apart now, living on their own.
And here I am now, in my own zone.
I turn out the lights just once more.
My memories are fading as I enter that door.
I struggle to the mirror and see a hopeless man.
A hopeless man that deserves a second chance.
So be it, if it's my time.
So be it, if I must die.
So be it, if I'm alone.
So be it, I'll eventually know.









This is a poem I wrote a few months back.
It isn't my best, but it really got my eye.

The days when I thought I could write

My childhood memories have the capacity of zero.
Part in the moment, feeling of my hero.
New colors absorb the lifeless painting.
No absolute move to cause the fainting.
Candy never tasted so sweet.
Playing in that field, dancing on your street.
My day of play is only beginning.
Notice of the ones around, no nonsense, just winning.
Breathe in, breathe out,
no looks, no doubt.
I keep on thinking of what had me in sight.
Just those hours we contained, good day and good night.

- Lauren












I was so..lame.