Letters Never Sent

Asked the pusher why he sells
He told me to thrive
Asked the user why he uses
He said to feel alive
Some knew the danger
A concrete nosedive
Some slipped and fell
Teetering on skyscrapers
How did it get to this?
Tight rope walking from 50 stories up?
Just the other day homie we were smoking papers
I wish you could see how much of yourself you lose while using
While I slowly fade away from that darkness
Towards the light of my life

dtr

High Again

Mama I'm high again
Told myself the last time would be my last
But sometimes I feel I just can't..
last
Got my feet up riding the bus
My eyes have turned to glass
The blur of the neon lights reflected as they pass
I'm moving a thousand miles an hour
Yet never reaching my destination

I swear these walls are closing in
Can't really tell if I'm flying or sitting down
Fascinated with how timid I could be
To a route I take everyday
I want to talk
I really want to talk
Struggling in the dark for the words to say

A buzz that brings up the past
The walls I've soberly put together all come crashing down
A new perspective on you and I
Maybe you were less of a bitch and I was more at fault
Maybe I did use you for the sex and am a terrible guy
But no..
This is not time for conclusions
I just can't leave it at that

Mama I'm high
Just one more time..
Before I get my life together

dtr

Chest pound/Urban jungle

They say poetry is a dying art.
I wonder if it's already gone in the dull glare of the television screen
Mona Lisa stumbles towards me with a slit throat
And lately I've been taking a step back
Not recognizing myself in what I just wrote
Strange eyes peering from the shelf
These memories of hard goodbyes and long airport hallways
Love and miss my family always.
I just try and remind myself pain is part of the context of life
Time to be strong
A chest pound in the urban jungle

dtr