Gone away, faraway

Gone away, faraway
You didn’t leave
Instead I fled I ran from everything I knew
From everything I’ve ever known
Into a place where I had thought
I could be my own
But I was wrong
Like a faded tune to a broken song
When did I get so jaded?
It’s always been like this
Because it can’t be any other way
Or so I tell myself
As the voices keep whispering
It’s wrong
It’s wrong
It’s wrong
When will someone correct me?
When will someone pull me back to the right track?
How far can I go
Without screaming “no!”
It’s not perfect enough
The rhythm
The beat
It’s all wrong
It’s out of tune
It doesn’t even rhyme
It’s all out of time
Who the hell cares
If I sync
Or if I float
Life is what you make of it
Craft your own boat
And go on an adventure
To search for that treasure
Gone away, faraway

Haikus – June 2015

Trying to deceive
My brain into believing
What’s real or perceived?

What’s real or perceived?
Nothing matters anyway
Never can achieve

Sometimes it still hurts
No matter what words you say
Can’t wish pain away

Check your sources well
Make sure that it’s not just from
Wikipedia

Disappointment reigns
Let’s form a clever scheme to
Overthrow the throne

She is still worth it
Even with dark depression
Need to show her light

One, patiently waits
Two, trying too hard to fix you
Three, out of chances

Three, out of chances
Four, ever trying to change
Five minutes too late

Five minutes too late
Six vehicles piled up
Seven dead people

Seven dead people
Eight a poisonous dinner
Nine is close to none

Nine is close to none
Ten-sion in the entire room
No one wants to help

Into the abyss
Sing of pain and misery
Echoes in the walls

Shadows may condemn
Silhouettes whisper my name
Beckon me to hell

Shallow mirages
Reality in deserts
Bring the oasis

Live on in the mind
Rejuvenate these dull orbs
Breathe color to life

Breathe color to life
Blowing bubble memories
Forever floating

Forever floating
Drift along in solitude
Passing by the days

Passing by the days
Counting sheep until no end
Where’s velocity?

Onto her last hope
Toss a coin in the fountain
Pray it will come true

Perspective on life
If you spell “devil” backwards
You get the word “lived”

I would like a clue
Got a bad case of the blues
Hire Sherlock Holmes