Escaping Chasing

I refuse to chase this feeling
Besides I'm probably not that fast
Me it should be pulling and reeling
That's the only way it will last

Now and then I try to find it
Though in the past it's invisible and hollow
So I stop the effort to rewind it
And it's then that it starts to follow

At that moment I try to escape
In that instant in some ways I'm dead
Cause I'm simply not in good enough shape
For this feeling to be chasing me instead.

Swimming to Shore

For a moment I am a successful romantic
Diving from the sun into your ocean atlantic
The ocean you and your effects are gigantic
Till in deep fear of drowning I swim to shore frantic.

The Move

At the counter, movie tickets to buy
A pretty girl and me
Pull my wallet out like a loaded guy
And now I'm floundering

Only 20 bucks, this is the worst
The tickets cost twenty-two
Of course she wouldn't bring her purse
What am I gonna do?

Digging through the floor of my car
While she texts and looks at the time
Found a dollar fifty-four so far
All in pennies and dimes

Step into the movie 20 minutes late
Amid the credits we look for a seat
I point out a section to my date
And our journey is almost complete

Reaching the top of the flight of stairs
Distracting the viewers around
Together we find a pair of chairs
I notice the armrest is down

Into the seat, now what should I do?
What would she prefer?
Ask "Hey, can I put my arm around you?"
Or just pull "the move" on her?

Lift my arms up with a sigh
This my victory or crack of doom
When quite abruptly she stands high
She has to use the bathroom

Sitting alone I'm quite perplexed
How could it take this long to pee?
When in a dawning moment I realize next
She pulled a parting move on me.

Stepping Over the Page

It hurts to envision the imminent
You've been left behind
Watch my feet race each other
Keep reality from my mind

Bringing up the rear is permanent
But when I look to each side I find
Children, fathers, and mothers
Walking with me, equally blind

All struggling with the same omnipotence
Forcing this path on mankind
With so many our path smothered
Yet solitude.

The future is written in words we cannot read
Walking through pages words become our feet

Characters in literature,
Leaping for the last page
Landing in the next sentence
This book will last an age

It doesn't matter to be mature
When nothing matters in a moment
When you're just being written and read
Just another wretched component

In an odyssey so massive
So dark yet so very litten
There's no time for us to be passive
Our story needs to be written.

Until Next Time- For Maxwell

I don’t know many 9 year olds I truly respect
Who share with friends and don’t ask for too much
But I know of one that honor could never reject
One who was always busy thinking of others and such

He was always very giving when he came to our house
And shared all of his toys with you and me
When it was late, and his family would head out
He’d leave us darts from his Nerf gun for free

Another time, by the Landry’s pool
When Max really needed to go
He decided to do something super cool
And he peed on my sister’s toe.

Max drank very deeply of life,
Making every single moment count
Some who have lived to a very old age,
Still haven't drank the same amount

One Friday at school, I was bored in class
When aunt Jamie sent me a text
Ditched my class, cause on campus was Max
And to the planetarium I went next

I sat outside the planetarium door
And smiled at what I could hear
From behind the door no one loved the sights more
Than Max as his wonder reached my ear

But that isn’t quite all that makes max stand so tall
Among people his age and those here longer
Cause when I was ill I would think of Max still
And remember how he was much stronger

Our tough superhero brought daily drama to zero.
As he loved in the midst of his trials
Staring life in the face Max felt it’s embrace,
He didn’t waste time with denial

Max has a head start now, to a place far above
A place that’s impossibly greater.
A place where he’s wrapped with powerful arms of love
So this isn’t goodbye. It’s see you later.

Picking Her Nose

Some ladies pick their noses a lot.
I think they think I think it's hot. It's not.

It's kinda gross ya know?
Her holding my hand after picking her nose

I'm like "Get your finger out of there!"
But apparently she doesn't care.
If she did she would grab a tissue or something.
I tell her it's an issue. She screams "It's nothing!"
Tells me that I'm being a prick.
I say "I'm sorry, I just think it's gross when you flick"

She tells me that I'm simply breaking her heart,
I guess I should never even mention her farts.
If I did she'd probably pull off my head off like a booger.

And my friends, that brings the point of this story,
watch your mouth with the ladies, or things will get gory.

Growing Flat

People are disgusting
I should know. I'm one of them.
You're disgusting.

Wishing I was a Q-Tip
Doing the dirty work so people can hear
Our ears are useless
If we don't listen what's the point in an ear?

We're rusting
In our youth growing older
Becoming a waste, destroyed by our environment.

Rusting. Disgusting.
Not changing at all