Fallacy

you told me you loved me
and all i could see
was this perfect soul
who was falling for me

you told me you loved me
and i didn't mind
the thought of us destined
to be intertwined

you told me you loved me
but i should have known
the true thoughts in your head
had never been shown

you told me you loved me
i didn't think twice
love was the currency
i paid the price

you told me you loved me
but stupid, was i
for thinking that you
were as honest as i

you told me you loved me
but deep in your eyes
i noticed that it was
just one of your lies

you told me you loved me
...well i loved you too
it's time that you realize
that i can lie too

you tell me you love me
...so far i have stayed
but this time around
i will not be afraid

Juxtaposition

Am I the only one who doesn't care anymore? Or am I the only one who cares too much?

Am I slowly going insane? Or am I the last drop of sanity in this river of life?

Do I have the ability to prioritize? Or is life not the gift it seems?

Is logic the foreign concept it seems? Or is it irrelevant altogether?

Is common sense a rarity among us? Or do we all hide it away?

Are we as stupid as I think? Or am I the stupid one for thinking it?

Today's Pic

The Question

Everything is hazy
Racing past me in a blur
All I can do is watch
Somethings were just not meant for me
Everyone else... but not me

My world is slowly dying
Ending with not a sound

American Idle

Today, I got out of bed
smacked my 'snooze' button for the third time
walked, half asleep, down the hallway
took a hot shower, used up the last palm-full of shampoo
drove to work, got there early for a change
worked for eight hours; pounding headache, throbbing throat
drove back to my quasi-empty apartment
called up a couple people on the phone
the same people I talked to just a day before
checked my e-mail full of spam and e-junk
looked through my list of unfinished business
never sure where to even start
stressed out, put the list away and listened to some music
got ready for bed, and brushed my teeth once more for no one
fell into bed and out of conscienceness...

Tomorrow, I will rise from bed
smack my 'snooze' button for the third time
and walk, half asleep, down the hallway...

Sometimes, I wonder what would happen if I never rose from my bed at all
I wonder... and I smile