if we walk at this pace, we'll make it to where ever we're going. I know i cant keep up a conversation but at least i can hum a tune, something to keep our minds off the broken roads. I can feel the sky slow to a dead stop, I can feel gravity working against me. Its like clockwork, my friend, its a damn shame. Theres a picture in my mind that i kept for safe keeping, though i really cant describe it or maybe im just afraid of what you'll think of it. Im sorry, i cant help stuttering, its just so cold and quiet. If you listen close enough you can hear our mouths chatter. You know...Theres a time for everything, I think whatever "it" is will become an artifact and nothing more. Its only a matter of time. The earth beneath us is just so unforgiving. I can feel the ground move under our feet. In these eyes I think i can see what we were looking for in the horizon but im not sure if its worth it. How can i be sure that anything is worth something when ive never had anything. Theres a peice of me that wishes i could ask you these question, though I dont want to come off as someone pretending to care because im not sure that i do. No, i'm not mr. optimism, I'm the leftovers, you know that. If this was all an island at least i could wait for a message in a bottle. Some kind of contact from this all, you have to admit this is getting a little old. To be honest im really interested in what youre thinking, im brave enough to ask you but im saving that courage for something else. am i selfish? yeah. and what good is asking a question when you already know the answer. Its been so long since ive had a change of scenery, if i were to replace you with another it would probably be the same, we can live like ragdolls again and again. They say if you stare at the sun you'll lose youre sight, well im not sure if the last thing i want to see is a burning white light, but this has got to end. At the bottom, maybe theres an answer. its a long way down from where im standing, i can hear the echo of my heart beat. i guess this is what it feels to be a hollow shell; it makes me wonder why i was ever so carefull. with your absence im finally sure of what was right, this is not it. this is not what i had in mind, this is not the way i wanted to go out. These heights are dizzying, this sun is relentless. From where im standing everything is a blur, everything is a murmur. Theres a crowd forming as if this is some kind of spectacle, a magician's final stunt, waiting for a miracle. Well arent they in for a surprise. I can hear them chanting and if i could hear what theyre saying it would most likely be, "jump you fool, just do it, stop hesitating." Instead all i hear is a low roar and Im still wondering if i should find myself closer to this nothing noise.

having creative differences...with my self

oh my
oh my
oh my

quitings' a sinch
quitings' a bitch
you know what they say:
5th times a charm

you cant fire me,
i quit!

it isnt the glow of neon truth flushing out your eyes
its the chemical indifference
and what lies between the lines
the triumphant return of a dark horse
or a struggle in the weeds
that moment of clarity
and the lack of certainty
we will leave here lifted
from whatever curse that has plagued us
we will count our scars
and forge them into nothingness
isnt life a loss
isnt it?

granted

noonehastimeforanuneasymind.

always got your back
chivalry, she never felt so awkward
point blank, yet so far from the truth
i know where i can go if i need some company
or plague my insides near a polluted river
fuck this,
im going on vacation.

p.s.
i'm still waiting.

quietly down the stairs,
holding on to that mirror
like its an extension of your arm
why are you running from a reflexion
that you dont even find familiar?
something tells you youre not wanted
or was belonging a crime?
one of these things is not like the other
or did it change while you were gone?
they say you could have been a star,
well theres a crater in the ground
someone told you that you had a pretty face,
so you threw it out a window.

overlooking the falling sky
we sat and shot twenty questions
counting down those precious seconds
that are now crushing down on you
and down you go

laying on the harsh ground
we swore we saw the shapes of clouds
or was it gods shallow light
looking down on you?
drowning you out.

painting the blue in a shade of red
we laughed about regrets
over a full bottle of bourbon
and i forget to look up
or whatevers left

just look out side and tell me the sky isnt falling
i'll tell you the walls are just caving in
but at least i have you to welcome these days
with a solemn sarcastic grin

you say its discouraging out there,
so let me pick up where you left off.
because im not easily impressed
by what everyones got
and what you have
is what everyone lacks.
its a shame to put that all to waste.

-landmine