The Lost Boy

Understanding the concept of it never working, but still wanting to see it through till the end...

[the-lostboy1795]

One Day

I want to look at all of the bad things I’ve been through and see nothing but the best parts.

I want to breathe the same sense of clarity I did when my mind was full of adventure.

I want to be able to climb that mountain of doubt and take that leap of faith everyone talks so much about.

I want to be the things I said I would be as a child.

[the-lostboy1795]

my life support is your smile

[the-lostboy1795]

poems i never wrote are

just thoughts i never finished

[the-lostboy1795]

kisses under a bridge

                                 let me become

                                                       something worth holding closely 

[the-lostboy1795]

dandelion fields falling prey to my fire

gasoline stretchmarks climbing up the wall

It’s clearly the fear of not breathing you in again that keeps me awake

[the-lostboy1795]

I gave life to my midnight dreams and you became the result my emotions have never been so perfect

[the-lostboy1795]

Break the dirt; bury me down when I'm broken Or let the undercurrent carry me out to the ocean. Can't swim as good as I could as a child But as a kid, I never swam, just stood there and smiled.

Atmosphere- You Make Me Wanna

[the-lostboy1795]

don't forget your dreams

tiny insects crawl into my hands as I force feed my ideas into your fingertips, spreading the disease of modern convenience to the youth of yesterday’s tomorrow. this rejected style of forgetting is now a common practice used by everyone who thinks that they are better than their younger selves simply because they grew up. losing sight of your childhood ambition is todays equivalent to beating a small animal on a social media platform for attention.

buying this, won’t give you that. listening to that doesn’t bring them back into your life. loss of imagination brings on a new order of grey eyes tapping away at blank screens attempting to pretend they are someone they can’t even imagine themselves being.

[the-lostboy1795]

Spend more time looking into my eyes and less into my words. My mind fails when I speak. These words mean nothing more than the air I breathe. Don't leave me with my thoughts

[the-lostboy1795]

I tripped off of the curb to fall into your thoughts, tugging at your heart strings from the tunnels your nightmares have created.

[the-lostboy1795]

R.I.P

Crumpled newspapers become my carpet as the maggots eat away at my fingers. A flower rests neatly on my forehead, the sunshine can’t reach my half eaten bagel.

Respiratory problems convert my vents into a suction cup for my fears. Distinctive marks they once called “lacerations” cover the the dark parts of my body. A shallow grave holds my letters I never sent. Rest in peace to my mind.

[the-lostboy1795]

this life becomes so much more excellent once you forgive yourself for the things life has made you feel indecent about...

your quirky snarling attempts at crowding together your thoughts at three in the morning while listening to music you could only hope to taste with your mind in a dream you will eventually have tonight...

raindrop kisses, drip into your ears as the sunlight kisses the horizon that you have set out to watch but never have taken the time to find...

your fingertips become more and more heavy as you type away your thoughts only to regret the mistakes in the words you chose the very next morning...

this repetition is beautiful and so are the thoughts that you planted into the minds of the many people you have dreamed of...

[the-lostboy1795]

idk part 1 of infinity 

[the-lostboy1795]

climb into my thoughts with me

swallow my dreams whole and laugh

make my toes curl all night

run around my house breaking stuff

call yourself my shadow, my reflection

[the-lostboy1795]

do you wanna build a pizza...yes it has to be a pizza

[the-lostboy1795]

Question nothing. Give up everything. Follow my lead. I set your standards.

Society

[the-lostboy1795]

made up dreams seep into my paper as I write you letters that you will never read. the rains soaks these boots I wear and parts of me can be found in the river you tossed me in.