I believe that there are some souls
born into this existence tormented
by truth.

A truth that will never falter.
Branded into their beings is the truth
that without love,
we are nothing.
We are meant to love and be loved.
Our sole purpose is to fall in love.

These troubled souls are faced with
the realization that once love has left you..
there is nothing left.
Life loses its color. Suddenly,
everything is dull
and the fire within you extinguished.
Life is filled with emptiness.
Empty words, empty promises,
empty lies, empty cycles,
empty sorrow that engulfs you and
becomes you.

Without love,
we strive to fill the bottomless
pit of our souls. But,
it will perpetually amount to nothing.

We are nothing.
We are mindless creatures searching in all
the wrong places.
We are hopeless.
And the only way to live fully is
through love.
So, where do we go when love is lost?


We become sorrow at it’s best.

I got to watch you dance with a fiery passion almost as colorful as your hair.
I got to look into your bright blue eyes, cold as the breeze that blows against our necks yet so gentle.
Our noses kissed, then our mouths and all was clear, all was well.
Silly Boy, you watched me falter in every other combination, smiling like a fool.
I left without you, but there will be other times, other occasions to see my beautiful boy.

I've said it before
I've said calm and zen
I've declared and I've swore
And I'll say it again
I am not afraid to die

When I think of death my head is burning
And in a way I'm yearning
To be done with all this rotten lack of truth.

When I think of death my head is raving
And in a way I'm craving
To be done with all this agony
I've paid my dues
And I've got nothing left to lose
I'm not afraid to die

This seems hopeless and sad to you
You're wondering
"What does she live for, if she does not fear the universal fear?"
I will laugh at the odds, and laugh at everything, and laugh at the austere
And live my life so well that Death
Will falter, flicker, hesitate
And hover in reluctance
Before taking me away

The sanguine carry about them a certain air,
Confident, reassured and socially aware.

The choleric stoke their ambitious fire,
Yearning to lead, they seek their desire.

The melancholic are a kind more in touch with earth,
Ponderous, considering everything they observe.

The phlegmatic are quiet as if immersed in water,
Relaxed, cool, too calm to falter.

I remember you
Best friends we were
In spirit we still are
Although time and distance and life have taken their toll

For one summer, it was true
Inseperable, like birds of a feather
Our fun would go very far
To this day, I still feel your role

The memories still feel new
Your influence, it does not falter
Although we are currently far
Let us, for memories sake, take a stroll

release release
and re lease
your home
just for another season
give us a reason
(stay a while)
re ason

assure us this trust we must
falter in faltering
to keep a promise

support your hurt
one more year
or less

give us a reason
to trust you
must

hello potential
stare me down
carry your judgements
but don't make a sound
except the crack of your smile
and our feet on the pavement
beating a pulse
the night is so vacant
except the howls inside us
joining the wolves

I can feel you beside me
taking it in
please don't falter, potential
we're about to begin