The Last Breath

                       (Ricky Garvey)

For everything and anything that I have done,

All you can do is turn your head and run.

Yet time after time I come searching for your heart,

But obtaining it is not spoken of for it takes an art.

Hours wasted and tears cried all for nothing,

I sit in church and listen to the choir sing.

Lowering levels and resorting to the holy spirit I ask,

What can I do to make this angels heart a completed task?

Deep inside I know that it may be a lost cause,

Especially in my case, with all my issues and flaws.

She needs the fame from the popular guys,

Even though all they tell her are sickening lies.

She eats them up and begs for more,

Just waiting for a chance to shoot and score.

Unaware, with the strongest grip on my heart,

You squeeze all the life out and bleeding begins to start.

This might be the last summer of my simply planned life,

For every time you squeeze I come closer to that knife.

And now all I can do is sit alone and wonder this thought,

About how your gonna feel when I see, and you’re caught.

So as for now I think that I’ll lay down and break,

The pain is grueling, heart stabbed with a wooden steak.

For now I can bitch and show you all my brain,

But its as clear as a summer day covered in rain.

Maybe this is it, the final murdering of my inspiration,

And you will sit and read for your one and last duration.

Hopefully enjoyed, and maybe a few thoughts takin to heart,

This is the last breath of what happened to be my favorite new start…

maybe later in life...(its just teenage poetry)

         When They Don’t Say Hello

                   (Ricky Garvey)

Left out, it’s the only way to explain it,

I sit alone in my room throwing a depressing fit.

As all my friends and crushes are out having fun,

I lay face down in the mattress wishing I had a gun.

There is no way to explain it without being me,

I just want to be with them, there’s nothing else to see!

They keep me alive and give me all hope and will,

But the cost of being together is a never ending bill.

I try my best to be there for them when they’re down,

But only one of them ever tries to change my dieing frown.

And she’s the one who keeps me intact, away from falling apart,

Every minute without her is like getting hit with a poison dart.

The venom starts to sink in, and I begin to crumble away,

Eternal darkness is in sight and I feel as loved as a homeless stray.

About to cry and falling to pieces, all hope is about to be lost,

But then I hear a beeping noise sneak out like morning frost.

I pick myself up off the floor to see the next thing gone wrong,

Tingles are sent to every limb as I read what will soon make me strong.

I whisper the words aloud as they sink deeply in my heart,

For those few life saving lines will make for a whole new start.

A simple “hey love” or “hey youuu” can keep me here for more,

The goodness coming from those quotes are way to big to store.

You have saved my life too many times and for that there is one thing I owe,

That is to do anything for you that will make you happy, even if that means letting you go…

if the only way of loving someone is to let them go and be with someone else...who loves them the most?

  The Sweet Smell of Morning Mist

                 (Ricky Garvey)

Thinking of her as I kill these hopeless hours,

She reminds me of spring and April flowers.

The sweet smell of morning mist and grass,

As the birds chirp, and critters come out at last.

I wake up at the crack of dawn just to feel,

The intense feeling of trying to make those dreamz real.

Everyday is trying to not fall back down them stairs,

For I’m the turtle and she’s the speedy hare.

But I gotta keep trying and never give in,

Cause to her when I do, I’ll be heard no more than a pin.

So quitting isn’t a choice, just my last resort,

Its like an only child’s dad tearing down his blanket fort.

Not a chance, she just means to darn much,

She’s like a famous painting that no one can touch.

Only buzzing bees and breezing trees can see,

Just how much that sweet girl means to me.

I lay out all day in that depressing hammock thinking,

Am I on the right track, or is my boat just sinking?

Ya well I hope it’s not time to plug my nose and jump,

I could cruise on your path forever, so I’d better pump.

My heart and soul are yours, you own my every breath,         

You make my life worthwhile, and in exchange I will be there for you till death…

Inspired only by being able to gaze upon your beauty for 53 minutes....