a beautiful young lady named crystal kimberly just sent this to me. it really swept me off my feet. i thought the words were too precious to be seen and heard by only me. an amazing surprise to start my day. your words can touch and impact my life just as much as mine do for some of yours…if not more. words are not just a string of letters. they’re windows to the soul. thank you for reminding me of this.
“Sometimes our hearts hurt more than we reveal. Sometimes our smiles lack the feelings in which we conceal. Sometimes what we hide is who we are. And sometimes where we are suppose to be is not very far. But who we are is what we show. Because to the world that is what we bestow. It’s like rainy day. In the month of May. Unwanted, but expected. Vulnerable, but protected. We walk on the edge, in hopes of not falling. But if we do, we know it’s our calling. As laughter sweeps the lives of many. Tears embody the hearts of plenty. Fill our lives with hopes and joys. Dreaming of maintaining ones poise. We strive to be who we want to be. But it’s affected by that of which people see. Truth unfolds in the lies of some. While lies unfold from what some become. Whatever life brings. The heart should be what always sings. No more echoes from those around you. Time to learn from all you’ve been through. A love once loved. Or a hurt you forever have shoved. A lesson comes with each mistake. And a lesson comes with each accomplishment. Always be real, and never fake. And never hide behind a wall of cement. Those who hide. Are unable to confide. Those who hide. Are hurting inside. Breathe in each moment, and in each moment take a breath. If you must, let the tears fall. If you must, punch down each and every wall. Life is a path, in which each must take. Which ones you choose, is a choice you must make.”
she’s pretty good right? greatness can be found in the strangest of places.
-amd
my best friends.
i was going to try to come up with something creative, witty, or funny for this…but i decided that this picture and our faces in it say all i would be able to type and so much more. this has got to be the good life. this has got to be happiness. hold your friends close.
-amd
p.s. we kind of look like a modern day rat pack. i love it. as long as i’m sinatra.
i am not immortal. there are only so many breaks my bones can face and so many beats my heart can brace, before i return to right where i started. i am no architect. there are only so many bricks i can strategically place against and on top of each other’s base, before the roof collapses and all of my work comes crashing down upon me. i am no teacher. there are only so many words that i can give and so many minds that i can stitch before people realize that they will outlive and outreach their impact and state of being. i am not a bird. i can only jump so high, and i can only hope to fly before gravity’s current reels me back into earth like the sea and sends me to where deep down always knew i belonged. i am not a legend. i am a boy who is always sipping on someone else’s wine in the middle of his own life’s vines who is sinking into mediocrity faster than the amount of time it would take to save his own legacy. but i am me. and you are you. and though i am not much at all, in my skin i can fall, when you whisper into my ear that you need me too.
-amd
don’t the stop signs look like roses?
and the trees like helping hands?
doesn’t love feel like a lifetime?
like a bottle to the sand?
when the dust looks like confetti
and your regrets grow into plans,
just know the way you love me
makes ordinary grand.
don’t reflections look like angels?
as their cheering from the stands?
don’t freckles look like stars,
as the world spins like a dance ?
and when the day turns into night,
like a boy grows to a man,
just know the way you love me
makes ordinary grand.
-amd
“she looks a lot like summer,
and i look a lot like rain.
she has eternity to lose,
but i have forever to gain.
i fell asleep deep inside a dark place,
the shadows painted on my face
like graffiti on a wall.
it was cold, for a summer singin season,
but the ice gave me a reason,
to never love anyone, or anything at all.
i hated sleep
cuz sleeping just meant dreaming,
and dreaming just meant sinking
into a time and place that i could not understand.
when did they sky become so god damn blue?
what beautiful things a pair of eyes can do.
you can hate the rain for what it’s not,
but sometimes the pain is all we’ve got.
yea, even when the sky wasn’t so blue
i always saved a little faith for you.
love the rain for washing pain away
but love the pain for giving the rain a chance to stay.
someone sent us another chance,
with the ribbon wrapped around our hands,
yea, even when the sky wasn’t so blue
i always kept some faith inside for you.
you looked a lot like summer,
and i looked a lot like rain.
you had me to lose,
but i had you to gain.”
-alex
p.s. i know i look a little scary in this picture… forgive me.
do you remember me?
the boy who kissed you with his back against the tree.
i stayed awake to watch your smile sing to me,
i never shut my eyes…you were my only dream.
now i’m missing everything.
you were my marilyn and i was your james dean.
wanted to act out all the classic movie scenes,
but we were more in love than they could ever be.
do you remember life?
i’d tuck you in at least a half million times.
i miss the days i felt your body next to mine.
i pulled you closer just to hear them harmonize.
i won’t be afraid of the dark,
i picked up the pieces when he broke apart your heart.
holding you tightly as you cried inside my arms,
i spent the night in tears just knowing you were harmed.
i haven’t seen you since,
writing you letters that i never seem to send.
re-living inside jokes and asking how you’ve been.
sincerely, mr. “i’ve been missing you to death.”
i’m still your biggest fan.
i know your heartbeat like the back of praying hands.
i caught you long before you offered me the chance,
but why you ran away, i’ll never understand.
-alexander michael
50 years from now..
ever wanted to know what your favorite band guy is going to look like in half a century? i know the joke they are trying to make, but come on! this was way too easy! when looking at this i can’t help but to think about my friend…
ice cream.
-alex
one week.
on sundays i am a “yes” in a room filled with no’s. wearing smiles as if they were hand-me down clothes. yes they might come fully- equipped with a few patches and holes…but having the sun in my eyes is the only view i’ll ever know.
on mondays i am forever and a day, an old man making a mark on strength, yet a child clinging onto the words that they’ll say, only to challenge their words and whimsical ways.
on tuesdays i am the “i knew it all along,” the words behind her simple songs, walking through a world that she has conquered and palmed, waiting below her window pebbles in hand and heart on her lawn.
on wednesday i am lost to the sky behind the clouds, like a desperate tongue in a simplistic mouth, with a cage filled with words just begging to get out, waiting for a kiss to bring the rain and end the drought.
on thursday i sing silence in a room filled with screams. i am a needle nightmare in a haystack full of diamond shaped dreams. i’m a set of greedy eyes in a room full of teams. and the lights i choose to free, are the lights i long to be.
on fridays i am the heartbeat behind the ready roars, the believing bird behind the sophomore soars, the handshakes and laughter behind the open doors, as i stand up with a window in my arms ready for more.
on saturdays i’m a “good” in a room filled with greats. i am a monster dining with saints. i’ve got a handful of loves, but a chest full of hates… and when it comes time to fly, i am scared that i will settle for walking with grace…
but on on sundays i am still a “yes” in a room filled with no’s. wearing smiles as if they were hand-me down clothes. of course they come fully- equipped with a few patches and holes…but with every week that passes i’ll allow myself to grow.
-alexander michael
a collection of words.
don’t get your hopes up. it’s not all about anyone too specific. different words are inspired and provoked in many different ways. here is something i have thrown together on loss, love, commitment, hurt, and light. hope you guys enjoy it. it means a lot that you even take the time to read this. i write all the time…i figure i’ll start sharing it with you… because if don’t it’ll just rot away in a hard drive and never see the light of day. enjoy. i hope these words make you feel something as they do me. we are family. we all share the same blood, sweat, and tears as the person next to us. we are all more alike than you know.
“once upon a mind..these eyes could see the sky. now the clouds are just a bunch of alibis… and the day is really just a night light… doing it’s best to keep my monsters out of sight. once upon a dream… i could feel what i could see..and what i could see was much more deep…than a broken heart sewn back up at the seams. i promised a life. and one with a view. i swore i would hold her forever..until the sky ran out of blue. this is war. i point my love like a gun. this is war. i did what had to be done. if life is a show…i’m going to steal it. if luck is a lady…you know i am going to feel it. if love hurts…i’m going to find a way to heal it…and if life drives her crazy…you know i am the one who was born to steer it. i’ll be damned if this storybook is ending…because her love is the only gold worth wearing. can’t you see? she is my jewlery. i would wear her just to feel her shine. i would repair her just to make her mine. her body like a glass of wine…and a voice reminiscent of a distant lullaby. what do i do when she’s gone? yea, i have kissed the girls and made them cry…but what fun is a kiss when your hands are tied? things are not the same..not even close. when she was with me, she told me i made her feel like a million bucks…but i guess she’d rather be broke. without her here…i live in fear. not fear of who i am, or who i am meant to be. but fear of cheer. is happiness complete without a smile? is death just a date, if you don’t go out in style? if it is inevitable that we are all going to die… could i request that i at least go in peace with her elegance at my side? we used to get along you know…the pictures say it all…but what’s the use of photographs…when there’s no room on the walls? i should have known when i reached for the sun, that my hands were bound to get burned…and i should have known when i needed someone that their backs would all be turned. what do you do when the butterflies turn into moths? the laughs turns to coughs… the words turn into thoughts…and the heart is found in a box? one day she’ll turn the car around. you had me closing my eyes and making a wish..that heaven above feels something like this. it was like casting a line in hopes of a star…and getting the moon as it falls asleep in your arms. truth or dare. the truth is i’ll never find another her…and i dare her to find someone else that loves her half as much as i do. all of their heartbeats combined… couldn’t make half the noise that her heart makes every time she smiles or speaks. she is my marilyn. she is my one forever. who says when you fall you have to fall down? she is beauty and beyond… once upon a heart…she was the end, the middle, and the start…and though it all fell apart…i pray that she’ll fall back into me before the light becomes the dark.”
-alexander michael