flying like the wind but ever calm
sun warming me as I reach out my palm
a blanket of warmth like no other
similar to that of a loving mother
soaring among the oceans in the sky
a feeling that brings a tear to my eye
such beauty in silence I’ve never heard
i dare not speak a single word
a dream it would seem has come to life
as ever real as skin to knife
as present as the beat of a lifted heart
never swaying or straying too far
not afraid to fall and die
a feeling as immortal as the oceans in the sky

i fall to the ground
and i want to die,
i painfully scream,
i painfully cry,
i hate this world,
i just dont understand,

i just want to know,
to feel, to see,
what to do,
who to be,

i wanna know how to live,
how to go on,
as if everythings right,
and nothing is wrong,
oh its been so long,
since my sadness was gone,
and my heart wants to live,
but this pressure wont give,

and no matter how much i resist,
no matter how much i fight,
the sadness takes control,
it holds me so tight,

and then i cant breathe,
my body gets weak,
my eyes cant see,
my lips cant speak,

and then i fall to the ground,
and i just want to die,
in agony i scream,
in despair i cry,
and i dont know why
this is happening to me,
why the darkness comes so suddenly,

and so...
i am lost
in the emptiness of space,
a cold, dark, forgotten place,
i am
lost in oblivion

on the day that i first saw you
we were running underground
one hundred thousand people
screaming crazy all around

i bumped into a mailman
and i fell right into you
i looked right up into your eyes
and you gazed in mine too

the two of us were lost
staring in each others mind
i knew just what were her thoughts
and she knew just what were mine

but we didn't have the time
to stay and meet each other right
we had to get straight to the pods
and take off into night

as the war was ending up above
i grabbed you off the floor
i told you that we had to run
to make it to the door

you said no i cant make it
then you stopped and asked my name
i said no ill never let you die
we're getting on this plane

we got inside the doors
and only one seat was left
you looked into my eyes
and i hugged you close to my chest

and then i threw you back
and i locked you in the chair
i ran outside the doors
as you screamed no this isn't fair!

i said i never did that much in life
and if this is the last thing that i do
then im happy that i gave my life
i gave it all to you

im happy that i let you go
to sail into the stars
my apocalyptic one true love
i've given you my heart

He takes his heart and he hides it away
He buries it and beats it more & more every day
And he cant hide...
No he cant control the pain!

He swore that he'd never love again
He hid his heart from his family & his friends
But from the silence fate did say
No not today, I still want to play

So he fell in love with a beautiful girl
She became his life
She became his world
She blessed his thoughts every night and day
But alas he did forget what fate did say

So she never did ever feel the same
She played with his heart
She toyed with his brain
She let him believe how loving she could pretend to be
Until one day he could finally see

He gave her his heart
He gave her his trust
But she looked at him with hate
She gazed with disgust

And he died inside of his soul...

Then he took his heart & he hid it away
He buried it deeper & deeper every day
But he just couldn't hide...
No he couldn't control the pain

I sit idle on a bench
before a grey pond
and a grey sky,
my eyes count the ripples
as the wind blows them across the water,
i listen to the trees dancing in the air,
as i listen... to the silence...

i walk idle through the trees,
i hear each step i take,
i feel every blade of grass,
i stare through the leaves as they fall before me...
the tranquility stills my heart
as i listen... to the silence...

i lay idle on the ground
and i close my eyes,
what do the wind,
and the trees, and the grass tell me?
my heart is still...
my mind is calm...
as i listen... to the silence...

R is for Respect,
This is how poets connect,
The poet’s dialect
Can collect the respect of many,
For any poets word is as good as any.

H is the Hymn,
The poet’s song within,
The rhythm of the heart
Which moves words to start,
A song that not even time can tear apart.

Y is the poet’s Yearning
No poet experiences loss without learning
Sadness is a powerful source with which to write,
Just as is happiness amidst the light,
The poetry of sadness can be a beautiful sight.

M is the Melody
The poem’s intended telling,
The beat on which the poem is dwelling,
Intensity! Passion!
Soothing, or old fashioned.

E is the Energy
Each word’s driving force,
The poet’s personal source
For each word that is written or said,
The unimaginable place that is the poets head.

some people are such wasted space,
they show you their nice side
but they can't always hide their true face.

why the deception?
for my protection?
you can't stop the conception
of the idea that you're not the person
that you think i see,
you're just another fake to me.

i try to help you as much as i can,
but you just don't want to be a man
and stand up with your own two legs,
you're the kinda person that begs & begs
for help all the time,
and then for no reason or rhyme
you put off all the help you need,
you listen to advice but you just don't heed,
i guess you really are a different breed.

I'm not a quitter
but i can't afford to do this anymore!
ill keep my hand open, but I'm closing the door,
I've tried so hard
to keep our friendship alive,
so many failed attempts just to get you to strive
to be someone better than who you are now,
you don't know the way then i show you how,
but you always give up when it starts to get hard!
i try to keep you up but you always play the same card,

you jump back to weed
and you start drinking,
you stop trying
and you stop thinking,

you just quit,
and I'm getting tired of this shit!
man i can't hold you up forever,
one day ill have to flip the switch,
pull the lever,
break the line,
cut it & sever,
retake whats mine,
my dignity & pride!
i will no longer abide
and continue to collide
with your drugged up suicidal side,
its almost as if you were dead from the start
and it just straight up breaks my heart.

and i don't know why i couldn't tell,
that you were already lost,
you had already fell,
and we both paid the cost
as it ended in hell.

sometimes in my lonesome
i feel a deep regret,
like my life is forfeit
& my failures are set,
as if comfort has gone
from my chest,
along with cheer,
along with rest,

leaving me to the sleepless night,
trying to find any trace of light,
hoping for a reason to love who is me,
when i always feel that loved is what I'll never be,

because every night in my painful dreams,
happiness is in my reach it seems,
but every time i reach for it to seize,
i get cheated, robbed, or beaten to my knees,
and then I'm forced to watch that which i truly desire
go and leave me to drown in the sea or burn in fire,
or I'm left turned silence into stone,
forever to be cold...
forever to be alone.

I am the faceless man.
I listen to the earth, yet i cannot hear it.
I watch the earth yet i cannot see it.
I feel the earth, though i cannot touch it.
For faceless i may be, but a man i remain,
And man has yet to clean what they stain.
Thus i remain faceless
And ageless with time.
For this faceless face is mine,
and faceless is who i am...
I am the faceless man.

I see a falling feather
And were it not for this weather
I could keep its beauty in my eye

Its thrown back and forth
Pulled south and north,
Its dancing in the sky

It dances with grace
Its light lights my face
Oh how I wish I could fly

But I cannot
My arms are all I’ve got
And now I must say goodbye

I am ugly,
A useless wreckage of man,
Though I cry
None offer their hand,

None really care
For the dirt on which they walk,
Dirt such as me,
Maggots that can talk,

But do not have
What is called a voice,
Many things to want
But barely given choice,

Of all that I am
I am overweight,
I feel so disgusting
As I’m eating from this plate,

I feel my empty heart
Carrying an empty hole,
Looking for the comfort
That discomfort stole,

I am ashamed
Of being exactly me,
I am an utter disappointment
That disappointed eyes see,

It would fix nothing
By living or dying,
It seems my only ability
Is to sit here crying,

Worthless hearts
Were never meant to be,
So does that mean
A worthless heart is...
...is me?

her words are beautiful
as is her smile
for a while there i couldn't stand
my mind was lost in another land
i had no idea how this would feel
it was so sublime and so unreal
too bad i was only ever a passing cloud in her sky
that's how i was born and that's how I'll die

Life can seem so still sometimes,
So silent to itself,
So distant from only you
And close to everyone else,

So lonely on a quiet day,
Especially without the rain,
No sounds to hear
And remind you of love or pain,

That’s true loneliness...
Having nothing at all,
No happiness, nor sorrow,
No true love to recall,

No warmth, no cold,
Not even a breeze,
At times
I just drop to my knees

And I beg,

I beg for feeling,
Good or bad,
It doesn’t matter
Because neither I’ve had,

And when feeling doesn’t come,
And nothingness remains all that I know,
Nothingness becomes my heart…
And nothingness becomes my soul…

whats the way
of the heart that's broken?
love woven into many things
and many strings dance through the heart,
a part of life that's torn
and worn by the strength of a needle,
such feeble hands with which to feel
the painfully real earthquake of sorrow
in which tomorrow doesn't seem very bright
and the night just seems too so dark
that a mark of sadness takes over
like a four leaf clover so impossible to find
and in your mind you don't mean a damn thing

the rhyme has to be on time
like a fight
you gotta hit just right
wether in the day or night
either way its gotta be tight
your fist must take flight
when you hit at the height
of your strength
with posture and length
and it smashes and crashes
into the face of the human race
where you leave your mark
and then you embark
on a road where you sold
your shame for honor
a time when you honestly thought you were a goner
and then in the long years to pass
your body will one day return to the grass
and your memory will live in infamy and time
to the days where your memory will be so great and so sublime
so that when your rhyme continues to age
you'll be set upon the stage
before the gates of heaven
and on the 59th minute of eleven
just one minute before the end
you'll have one more message to send
and as the seconds are counting down
with eyes and immortality watching all around
you look up from the ground
you hear not a sound
and as the last second fades away
you open your moth to say...

its possible that forever
a brighter day can shine
even if its no day for me
ita a day brighter than mine

a brighter day for someone
but i cannot tell you who
because i cannot tell the future
but i can show it to you

Valentine’s Day is coming to an end,
And i spent it alone and without my best friend,
So I am saddened and heartbroken to say,
Alone is how I spent another valentine’s day,

Again I got nothing,
No candy, card, or balloon,
I got to spend another valentine’s day
All alone in my room,

I laid alone all day in my bed,
Holding the heart that I most dread,
And again I got to realize and see,
Who would want someone ugly as me?

I’ve never had a valentine,
No girl to ever and call mine,
And I am just another ugly soul
That scares off the young and wards off the old,

But my fragile heart
Has never meant any harm,
I’m just an ugly duckling
On a sad little farm,

No one has ever liked me,
No one I know of at least,
I just feel like all people see
Is an ugly scary beast,

I want a valentine
At least once in my sad life,
Something besides a gun
Or a bloody knife,

So the day is almost at an end,
And today I have no message to send,
Maybe my valentine will come someday,
But for now my lonely heart is here to stay,

this dark side of my mind
that i cannot leave behind
will never let me go
because i am plagued by the thought
that i am not
the person that i should be
and though i try
and smile and lie
my heart still fails me

and despite all the help
and hope
that all my friends and family give
i can't bring my self to deal with
or cope
telling them how i truly live

so i smile and say I'm fine
but truly I'm in love
with the thought of my own disaster
that i can't stop thinking of

and the saddest thing i see
is in the mirror so ugly
so terrible such a thing
it can't find love
it can't find worth
nothing, for the table, to bring

but the hardest part is figuring out how to live
this thing called a life that i would so willingly give

i wasn't told or was unaware
that i could grasp
or enclose or ensnare
the possibility of happiness
the feeling i feel i have failed to truly feel
i feel i haven't felt many things that are really real
my happiness is the one thing my darkness is able to steal
i must find a way to fight it
or i will never truly heal

the world goes by so slow,
it passes with lifeless eyes
as i breathe on the cold ice of humanity.

the emptiness of my soul
weighs down my body as if,
... as if there was something in it.

so i sit on the ground.
... the snow is falling so gently.
it might be soothing,
if it weren't for my loneliness.

i talk to the silence.
i tell it "... im so cold."
"i don't want to be here."
but the silence wont reply,
and that's okay,
i don't expect it to.
it would be nice though,
but i know the silence doesn't care.
so i just sit with the silence.
god its so cold.
my heart is trembling.
my body is shivering.
but my eyes are still,
lifeless like the world.
i barely move my arms and legs,
they're slow like the world.
and now my skin is cold,
cold like humanity.