Momento

Here's one for your habits
and another for your failures.
It's all one in the same
and I'm losing this game.
I have life in my palm,
but comfort between my fingers.
Looking at my own reflection,
I know I'll regret my next action.
So sniff, swallow, or slice
because there's nothing to stop you.
All those same arguments that rage
can't be conveyed on this page.
There's no point in forgetting
those trips along the way.
I am not what you think
and my lies hide behind ink.
And scars,
scattered as momentoes.
They breathe in deep
and make my words cheap.
Just ignore the agonizing days
that left as harshly as they came.
Ignore your head and your heart
because they'll pull you apart.
In the quiet comes clarity
which you cherish more than air.
Silence the ghosts lurking behind you
and awake with a new view.


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It's been a while since I wrote anything and finished it. I have a couple of incomplete poems scattered amoung different notebook pages and maybe once winter break begins I'll comb through and find the ones worth finishing. I have one exam left...tomorrow morning...and then I can put this semester's classes behind me and pray that I passed.

I'm stressed and feeling pretty shitty. Maybe it's the time of year and what if reminds me of, but I hope that fades quickly. I don't like that frantic feeling. I hate losing control. I don't trust myself and I need it to stop.


"I saw you at the perfect place. It's gonna happen soon, but not today. So go to sleep, and make the change. I'll meet you here tomorrow. Independence day... independence day... independence day..." Elliott Smith Independence Day