The Answer (a.k.a: If... - The Revision)

If you could wish, you'd wish for this.
You'd give up all you own for this.
Your friends, your car, your favorite thing-
you'd risk it all for this.

If you could speak, you'd scream for this.
You'd tear your lungs to bits for this.
You'd shout and cry, you'd yell out loud-
you'd do it all for this.

If you could think, you'd dwell on this.
You'd rack your brains just to know this.
You'd pace and ponder, agonize-
you'd go mad just for this.

It's not a riddle, by the book,
an introspective hypothetical,
a chance to look inside your mind
and find the piece that you've been missing.

12:01 - The Revision

We used to break the night in half
with screams of pleasure, play and laugh.
Now all that’s left is silent pain.
Now all we have’s another name.
Another name for another list
of everyone that we've sinned with.
A kiss, a lie, a misplaced hope,
a longing for someone to hold.
We sell our hearts for sweaty nights,
(to hide the truth) turn off the lights.
And all that we get in return
are moral victories, lessons learned.
Deceptions rule this tragic scene
and images of the obscene,
bombard our eyes, invade our thoughts
and take hold more often than not.
Oh Cinderella, tell me how
you triumphed where I’ve failed ‘til now.
How true love’s kiss can set you free,
how truly great true love can be.
There’s no glass slipper anymore,
just drunken flings and bathroom floors.
What happened to the true romance?
That perfect kiss, that last slow dance?
I want that picture perfect scene,
I want the movie life, the dream.
So if it’s out there, tell me where,
this wait is more than I can bear.

A Metaphor (On Young Love) - The Revision

You and I, we are a fruitless peel,
an empty shell hanging
from the trees.

A superficial and disappointing
deception, rotting
from the inside out.

You and I, we are a murder scene,
chalk outlines that frame
promises cut short.

Once full of life, now cold and stale,
and they inquire
for a cause of death.

I Am - The Revision

I saw you.

I saw you and it hurt as much as ever.
I am jealousy, I am bitterness-
an open wound that’s bathed in salt.
I am anger, I am rage-
a starving shark consumed by hunger.

I saw you and I lost my will to breathe.
I am sorrow, I am misery-
a heart no longer fit to beat.
I am memory, I am nothing-
a child’s lost, tattered, broken toy.

I saw you and I finally saw the truth.
I am victory, I am strength-
a knight with nothing left to lose.
I am defiance, I am protest-
a phoenix rising from the ashes.

I saw you and now I know what I must do.
I am freedom, I am solitude-
I need no comfort in this world.
I am wisdom, I am knowledge-
and I will never fall again.