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The Sidewalk To The Left
Writing about a shifted path, an unlocked door, and a small shed filled with empty cups. I am trying to be present and write about what is in front of me because I am struggling to understand and get over what is behind me.
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Because This Is Real Too
While going through a massive type of therapy, old experiences I didn't know I had, old experiences, new ones, I have crumbled under the weight of it all the past few years. Realizing I am severely lacking in character in many aspects of my life. A bit of a different read from my norm. Blame of self
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The Uncomfortable Silence That Is Me
A time at friendsgiving that reminded me...Thinking about a time 8 years earlier. I used to have a nice chair next to a big mirror and a bottle of beer. Just a memory. Trying to use this memory to...find the strength to fly again and be me.
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Sticks On The Ground
We always see sticks and limbs lying on the forest floor. The end result of a specific moment. What about that moment? It is simple to most. It fell. But the limb snapped. It had to break before the fall. That split second when the...
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I Sit In Front of This Place
A way for me to move past is revisiting places of importance and writing about it...allowing myself to relive...trying to do so without falling into and writing with anger and blame. Difficult....
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She Asked, "Never Again?"
It is more painful to not speak and not know...it will drive one crazy. Never Again
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You Say I Would Have Joined but...
A personal response to a few people that can't imagine what we went through and what we did...judging people in a place they can not comprehend. We will always be a cut above even when you try to cut us down.
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We Under The Bridge
We all started on our own. They met on the same trail and we all crossed paths in a little town. We were always smiling...unless you caught a glimpse of us in memory. We spent the day late into the evening. Stories of the road and memories that brought us there.
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A Letter To My Fearful Self
I know you are scared and trying to protect me from the pain of a past that ended me. I Love you but it is my turn.
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Selflessness: The Gift of Purpose In Life
After my divorce I lost all hope in right and wrong. None of the principles I was brought up on mattered and no one could convince me this life was worth sticking around for.
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Regret In The Desert
This is about a time when I should have said what I was feeling but thought in my heart I wasn't good enough. Why would anyone want me and what if it all goes to shit again? Too afraid to take a leap and speak.
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The Dream/The Nightmare/The Reality
The dream, the nightmare, and the reality of life are intermingled. All feeding each other. Lucidity is the key in understanding the difference and the connection of the three.
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Running Away Chasing Her
Riding Listening Writing about the things in life that keep us down while exploring ways to allow our souls to scream out
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White Dreams
I got jeans with torn knees White dreams Knuckles bleeding gloves worn through A good time in the afternoon Half way done and just a beginning Board in line I need a lift musics' blasting Don't talk to me cause I can't hear what your saying Anyway...
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A Letter In My Stead
My first letter to a love that ended up growing and evolving into a memorandum to myself and them. They are broken into separate entities of the whole. Part I, Part II, Part III and all of them me.
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A Shadow On The Rock
I am lying in the granite sands of Southern California in Joshua Tree.
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Do I Have an End or Beginning?
Two interesting questions that were posed to me while in San Diego. Ends and Beginnings. What are yours?
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I Am Home
Wolcott Campground and Bouldering Me It has been a while...It has been a while since I have felt this at peace. Three weeks ago I was working in a metal fabrication shop in Pennsylvania, the air filled with the smell of oil and chemicals. The...
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The Place We All Find Ourselves
Looking out the window the details blur Open up the sunroof roll down the glass Foot off the pedal and coast through the turn Impatient line behind me they signal to pass Frowns and furrowed brows fill their rear view mirrors Hurried conversations...
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The Glue
Writing about riding through depression and memories.
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You Ask Me Why I, "Went for a Ride"?
A poem of emotion brought on by a phone call from the person that changed my life's path. A journey I did not know if I would return from.
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A Hard Day
Riding through Kansas... quote from, "Winnetka Exit" by: Styles of Beyond 10 May 2011 Today was a very difficult day for me emotionally and mentally. My struggle with money, the ways of this world, and who I am is at constant odds...
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Searching Life
This is an excerpt from My Journey. Writings from the roads and pathways traveled while searching for myself.
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My Black Back Pack
This is a conversation with my back pack. A back pack filled with the pieces of myself I could not yet bare to consciously confront. So I deposited their weight on my back instead of my heart.
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The Reasons
Written while riding through the Ozarks in Missouri. The endlessly undulating hills and my emotions at the time.
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Lost InTime
David GarancoskyA second chance another time around Brought my heart to the table No scars, simple Love-Led my steps I walked a path Head down, one foot in front of the other The trail thinning, running out of try A mountain in front of me Nothing...
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LovingSomeone
Another poem in the series: "In My Heart But Not In This Life"
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4:30am
Another poem in the series: "In My Heart But Not In This Life"
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I Don't See It
To be alive, at times, no more than a breath Your heart aches, with memories Mind tormented with visions in sleepless nights An ominous force lingers Hands remember defending my heart Pushed up against the wall It doesn’t hurt as much as my...
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No Waking Up
This is a story to myself about the nightmare that was my reality. I wanted to wake up from it but I was already awake.
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I'm Here
Another poem in the series: "In My Heart But Not In This Life"
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trickling through my fingers
Another poem in the series: "In My Heart But Not In This Life"
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That Feeling
Another poem in the series: "In My Heart But Not In This Life"
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Outside Looking In
David Garancosky Looking on the inside standing back It's hard to know sometimes when you are on the wrong path The words are not in me As I fear neither is love Wondering where that part of me is now The determination and will to succeed...
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You Never Really Had To Try
Another poem in the series: "In My Heart But Not In This Life"
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Smile. At Least I'm A Fool For You?
Another poem in the series: "In My Heart But Not In This Life"
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Any Room Left
Image by: FaSwan To say what you mean can sometimes be too much Perhaps more than was needed Maybe it was just enough Not sure what to do now Even less then before I just wish I knew how To make what’s lost once more Having made a choice once...
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Seemingly Beyond Your Reach
Another poem in the series: "In My Heart But Not In This Life"
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An Idea of Me
Photo by: VKPhotoWiz If I could only be what is in there eyes Here I am all of me Everyone’s view so high There’s not much to see A meager and happy beginning We didn’t need much in life Honor, loyalty, diligence, these three things Only...
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truth inside you
Another poem in the series: "In My Heart But Not In This Life"
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Make Me Walk Away
Another poem in the series: "In My Heart But Not In This Life"
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Oh Sleep
Picture by: Kamarrio Oh sleep embrace me now My eyes close but only briefly In this moment my body run down Grant me this wish dreams without seeing If dream I must bring me visions of she In fall fields of wheat in sinuous splendor My...
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LETTERS to Others
LETTERS To Others Another Boy Crept Deliberately Eventual Faults Gave Hurt Indifference Jolted Knowledgeable Liaisons More Needs Originated Passions Quadriplegic Reasoning Stirred Tragedy Unrelenting Vacuousness Wielded X-ratedness ...
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How Do I Not Run Away
The moment you see them, you're not sure whether to run away or toward them as fast as you can. I used to run headlong with hopes of amazing...now, I have experienced too many No Vacancies.
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Too many Too lates
Too late to turn back now, you said to me Screamed his name at me It ain’t me Too many times you yelling I have to change I changed too much and got too little I wouldn’t put up so you put out How can you tell me too many times ...
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love me
Another poem in the series: "In My Heart But Not In This Life"