Mandersthemystic

I am going to die someday. I know this. I don't accept it, but I am fully and totally aware. At least, my brain is. The funny thing about the brain is..even though it is within a foot of the heart..it's a terrible messenger. Actually, that really isn't funny, is it? I find nothing humorous about this feeling; this feeling that, someday, I'll once again take that nose dive off my body board in the Atlantic because my dad took me out too far. I'll run through the mall with my best friends after hours and get kicked out, and feel like the world shrunk to focus itself on our egos. I'll get to hold that hand I've forgotten the feel of, for so long

It hurts me so to leave you, my darling dear, my sweet sunshine... but to myself and spirit I must be true. and I must leave all this behind. California calls, you see. The shore, the city, the sky. This same old life is nudging me west, and New York urges good-bye. There's something more I want to be in my dreams, the dreams I dare... To dream to be a new me. A new me, without you there. I'm afraid, I'm scared to death, To leap far from your embrace... but I'm drawn to this change, this adventure A new life, new people, a new place. I feel a little strange, you know... I miss you even while you're here. How do I expect to

Baby, you make an art out of letting go If you love me, please let it show. Im more than just a safety net And you're not exactly my safest bet. Ive got your words mentally engraved All your sweet, sentential  sentiments saved I can't tell you what you do to me When You choose when we are, and we aren't meant to be. So baby, get it through your head. I get over and Under all the bull shit you said. Stop talking now, just save your voice I need to forget you, moving on is my choice. Baby, you make an art out of trying to find A way to keep you out of sight, heart, and mind. I think you know all you need is to say: "I love y

Static cling: I'm drawn to the storm. The chaos, that's at the same time, soothing. The freezing rain, piercing the warm. The lightning flashes, thunder crashes, I ignore the warning signs. The rain just feels too damn good, I need to get out, and I know I should, but inside, it's cold, until then, I'm fine. They say it never strikes In the same place twice. They lied, it has before, and this time makes thrice. Your lightning lies, kill me inside, I see them coming, and I refuse to hide. I think, not again, you promised, but that was then. It's not the first time you've lied, not the first time you've left me, fried. Y

I've had these moments. Fleeting moments. Of wanting out, and getting away. Just when I thought all hope was gone, and there was no reason left, telling me that I should stay. I stayed, and I listened to the wind move through the trees. And I took to heart, to live by, what they said to me. "You've got things to live for. You're not done here just yet, with all these people, places, and memories you're not ready to forget. There's all this beauty you're not seeing, in the simplicity of life All this wonder, magnificence, and balance Under a drifting cloud of strife." I shrugged off the excess ignorance, and held dear to wha

Can't say I need you.. I could live without you, but.. I don't want to try.

I'm waiting, I'm on edge. As time passes, patience thins. So I'm giving up anticipating, I'm pulling out the pins. Its not that easy, I'll admit, when you cloud my thoughts each day. My options are growing fewer. Wait? Give up? Or just sleep this all away? I've tried to wait, with no avail. I'm done wrestling with this guessing. And I refuse to give up, so that leaves sleep, but I'm way too restless for resting. That leaves me alone with confusion. So why don't you tell me what I should do? Your avoidance isn't helping, and neither are your vague replies, That are oh, so very common with you. It seems nothing I say sinks in.

They never understand it., never see the beauty I see. How intoxicating this image is, the majestic wonder that is me. They're all behind me now. Figuratively, of course. Along with all the worldly pains: jealousy, hate, and remorse. I didn't abandon everything. I have all that I need: Air, food, and water. In moderation, I'm not one for greed. I do admit at some points My tendency for gluttony. Water, pictures, reflective glass, I just can't get enough of me. That's why I left my former life. Left the work, the distractions in my day. Here in my sanctuary, I'm free to indulge, Staring in mirrors as the hours melt away. "U

I asked him: What does love mean to you? A very long, painful road of sadness. We proceed: When I say war, you say? Bring it! I inquire: What is music? Beautiful Poetry that touches the human heart. I wonder: If you had three last words? I am sorry. I share: If you could ask me one thing? Do you love me? Curious question: Do I? You know I do.