Final Throne

Tales were spun upon my head
softly as I fell to bed
drifting me into nightmares
dragged from safety thrown to night terrors
Even wake could not save me
every ache more intensely
felt through nerves that twitched from fire
sudden, yet misplaced desires
If wake could not make safety known
then death shall be my final throne.

Struggling Through

Today I rolled out of bed
with one sock left
the right one not the left.

I sat up and thought,
“I have nothing to do.”
What has my life come to.

(Chorus)
And today is just one of those days
I’m struggling through
I’m looking for you.
And today might get easier
but I’m struggling through.

Today, I made the hard decision
to take a shower.
It was warm but sour on my skin.

I dried up like a prune
as I waited for the water to evaporate
into the air
that I could no longer breath.

(Chorus)
And today is just one of those days
I’m struggling through
I’m looking for you.
And today might get easier
but I’m struggling through.

Today, I wore a dress
just because I couldn’t deal with pants.
They were too tight, too warm, too
everything I had left.

Once in a while I get the feeling
that I could float in this dress
but I know I’m solid on the ground.

(Chorus)
And today is just one of those days
I’m struggling through
I’m looking for you.
And today might get easier
but I’m struggling through.

(Bridge)
And maybe I know
I’m not trying quite hard enough
it’s getting rough,
maybe I could be more tough.
And for sure I know
that this day will pass soon enough
but for now
I’ll struggle through.

Never Gave Much Thought

I never gave much thought
about where I chose to be in life.
I only figured that I’d end up where I needed to be.
This direction or that
still brings me to 25
Still keeps me alive.

I never gave much thought
about who I chose to love in live.
Love isn’t something I can control,
only how much effort I can give.
Love will either happen or it won’t.

I never gave much thought
about nearly anything
until I met you and every decision wasn’t just mine.

I never gave much thought
but you did.
You tried in life, in love.
You pushed until you couldn’t give anymore
and then you pushed a little extra, just for me.

I never gave much thought
I never gave much
I never gave

A Strong Voice

Soft spells were never my strong suit.
I fought hard and spoke loudly,
every chance that I had.
If a soft voice can carry power,
I congratulate it,
but it’s not my voice.

A soft voice led me down a broken road
lined with doubt and riddled with ache.
My own second-guessing could throw me into
depressions.

Strength doesn’t have to be physical
my strength lies within my voice.

Sinking Ships

The tide whispers
unsettling sounds
while young ones sleep
uncertain of tomorrow.

The soft subtle wisp
in crisp air
screams silently
for surrendering cries.

The tumultuous sea
surges spirited,
sinking ships
upon coasts and sea floors.

Every sound silent
yet strongly precise.

No More Lazy Days

There’ll be no more lazy days
not because we’re too busy,
or satisfied with our lives
but because we live for such a short time
and then die.

There’ll be no more lazy days
so we fill that time with scheduled sex
no time for spontaneity
no time for wasted time.

There’ll be no more lazy days
because why be lazy
when you could be scheduled.
When everything curves towards chaos
you’ll edge towards order.
When you look back on life you’ll say
there were no lazy days
and that’s okay.