Boulevard of Broken Dreams

I walk alone. I walk alone. Deserted hopes fill my deserted streets. Blank walls. Empty stone buildings. Words that taunt me. 'It might have been'.
The bold red letters sink into my mind and cast a shadow over the battered remnants of my dreams. 

I walk alone.

Uneven sidewalks are lined with broken cars. The brick walks are so cracked and brittle that if I sneezed they would crumble down.
High above are billboards that will never hold messages. Down below, a girl that will never amount. Never change the world.

I walk alone.

Flapping feathers fly over my Boulevard of Broken Dreams. They are free to break out of this prison. Laugh at the fact that I will never be able to.
I will never escape these empty streets. I will never release the regret that drags behind me like an anvil. Never will I clear the taste of rust and sorrow from my lips. Never hear footsteps softly make their way toward me.... Because I walk alone.

I walk alone.

The shame of my failure is my own.

I'm Thinking About You...

I'm thinking about you. I'm thinking about you like cats think about the yarn-ball after it rolls under the couch. I'm thinking about you like pens think about words. Like bees think about birds. I'm thinking about you like wind thinks about chimes. Like rappers think about rhymes. Like clocks think about time. I am thinking about you like Oregon thinks about rain. Like surfers think about waves. I'm thinking about you like sheets think about bed bugs. I'm thinking about you like pepper thinks about salt. Like basketballs think about asphalt. I am thinking about you like tears think about handkerchiefs. I'm thinking about you like deaf people think about music. Like mice think about cheese. Like little kids think about mac and cheese. I'm thinking about you like porches think about welcome mats.  Like crayons think about coloring books. I'm thinking about you like couches think about swallowing keys. Like criminals think about plea's. I'm thinking about you like cameras think about memories. Like books think about being read. I'm thinking about you like before thinks about after. I'm thinking about you like brains think about thinking. Like staring contests think about blinking. I am THINKING....THINKing... Thinking...about you. I am thinking about you like I don't ever want to think about anyone else but you.

Direct Orders

You are under direct orders to rock out.

Rock out like you just got the best parking spot
Like you've just been kissed
Like you slept in this morning
Rock out like its friday, and you've got big plans
Like your song just came on
Rock out like you just made it through that yellow traffic light
Like you're wearing your favorite color
Like you have no responsibility
Rock out like you just stood up for yourself
Like you just won the third round of Rock, Paper, Scissors
Like you scored the winning goal
Rock out like you just found a dollar in the gutter
Like you just punched someone who deserved it
Rock out like a six year old on a sugar high
Rock out like you just got accepted
Like you're in love
Rock out like you just got an A+ on that paper
Like you've got a full tank of gas and nothin but road ahead of you
Rock out like you have a gold star sticker next to your name
Rock out like it's your last day as a kid
Like it's your last day as an adult
Rock out like your future is ahead of you and you don't wanna face it
Rock out like you never knew what rocking out really was.... until now