Empty days
Empty nights
No more fights
Yet, I still fail to see a light at the end of this tunnel
The world feels so dark without you
Feb 4
Feb 4, 2026 at 9:28 PM UTC
You are my sun
You are the warmth that gives me life
And when the night falls
I'll always be there
Right underneath your glow
Blissfully chasing away from the darkness of night
Jun 11, 2015
Jun 11, 2015 at 11:38 AM UTC
The sun shines brighter
The hell's all this yellow ****
Tree **** everywhere
May 6, 2015
May 6, 2015 at 5:42 PM UTC
Contrary to some belief
The Earth is not flat
Although, I wish it was like that
Cause then I could fall off
To escape all the sound
But the Earth is round
So now, gravity has me
Stuck in a cell with see-through walls
And all that I tried escaping, is still here
I can hear
I can see
I can feel
I can smell
I can touch
Have I no luck?
My act of escape
Has only gotten me stuck
Living the same life
I tried running from
But, that's not the problem
If I fell off the Earth
Yet it still stays the same
Maybe I'm the one who needs to change?
May 4, 2015
May 4, 2015 at 6:49 PM UTC
Everything is in chaos, but lasting us
A split second, you blink your eyes
Take a breath
Credulous, yet benevolent
Mind chasing
Awaiting new thoughts, like meteors
To explode across your cerebrum
Feelings in eardrums
From the sounds around you
Constant axon arousal
Enticingly guides you
On the path to feel
Alive
With an adrenaline skeleton
Complex, trying to fit in
But really, "who are you?"
Because sometimes thoughts succumb
Beyond your grasp, and they numb the way you feel
And in those moments, we define our ideals
Almost
Soley based on the bad things
Instead of realizing
We should not define ourselves for the chaos and chatter we internally ramble on with
About half of us
Cant mold an identity anyway
Cause we don't understand
The word is not meant to be
What it's said to be
Identity's definition
Is not definite
You see
It's more like a clumsy representation
Of what you want to be
Since you are ever changing
With the vibrations of thought
Think of identity being more associated with how you adapt
To everything thrown your way
What defines you is how you display yourself
When chaos itself
Comes into your life
Everyone has strife, cause life is not easy
Just don't think you're alone
Or have a mental disease
Apr 12, 2015
Apr 12, 2015 at 3:09 PM UTC
Running, he's at the point of no return
He slipped through the barrier
The atmosphere tried to hold him back
Lacking gravity, his feet float aimlessly for a ground
Slowly plunging into the darkness of void, rope in hand
Proves to be useless when there is only nothingness around
He put himself too far out of reach from another souls now
He felt weightlessness
Nothingness
A rocketman, shooting for the moon
In a mood that lacked momentum
Now floating, stuck in the darkness of space
Realizing it was all a mistake
To take a chance on reaching all the way for the moon
When everything he ever needed
Was in front of him on Earth all along
Apr 8, 2015
Apr 8, 2015 at 7:41 PM UTC
As I stand before you today, on Valentines day
I can’t help but feel my knees still shake and buckle, when I see that Sparkle light up the center of your beautiful, brown eyes
My love for you has never died, I’ve always been head over heels
Since the day you ripped off the disguise that kept the insecurities dwelling inside of that mind of yours
And I’m sure you’ve heard it come out from my mouth before, but I really do love you Joanna
From here, all the way to Savanah
Just so you understand that,
I’m a man who speaks his love with certainty
And I’m no hopeless romantic, but I do understand the semantics of love So it’s spoken above, all as more than just 2 consonants accommodating 2 vowels
Love isn’t just about writing vows
To be wed for life, through sickness and strife
It’s never alright for just these 4 letters, to be the only justification for people like us to stay together
There is no universal definition given
Although hallmark will tell you different
Giving advertisement prescriptions to those experiencing affliction from solitude
So rudely turning love into an addiction
Completely missing the point of what it means to share yourself with someone else
Love was when I saw demons inside of your eyes that you never felt obliged to hide from me
Because you saw mine too
Right through every facade I built up, consistently falling right back down
I always wanted to be around someone I never had to hid a frown from
Infatuated with the sound you created, from my heart palpating around you
I just knew
That what we had was not something superficial
It was official, so we made it that way
And today, I tell you how much I love you
Not only as a lover, but more so as a friend
Because time and time again, you never fail to be there for me
As far as the eye can see, what we have puts the definition of love to shame
In my opinion, it deserves it’s own picture frame
Feb 15, 2015
Feb 15, 2015 at 1:02 PM UTC
It screams in my head
Shaking the walls with an echo
Resonating like a wind chime in a tornado
But little do they know
-- I’ve been deaf for a while now
My ears have long been hearing the murmurs of motive
So much continuous throwing of ideas
Has just become white noise to me, like a rain storm soundtrack
It just becomes back drop music, if there's no action to do it
So the real question for you is:
Do you lack motivation or initiation?
Jan 28, 2015
Jan 28, 2015 at 7:39 PM UTC
I am here and I walk amongst you.
And to be honest, I’ve been doing it for quite some time now;
watching and observing
I am awake within you every time you open your eyes to see the light; and I am also there when they close for the night
My spirit lives on, like the cycle of dusk into dawn
Tell me how it could not be the epitome of irony,
When you see people dedicate their lives praying under a roof to my entity
As if I’ve died forever
The essence of my being has never left this existence
Persistence, persistence, just pray in persistence.
Maybe you’ll win this, battle one day
That you have within yourself
Look to my spirit and nobody else
But your blinders are on, and the faith has withdrawn
Your faith in my spirit feels completely gone
It’s wasted on someone else
Please, believe, in the spirt of me, and by the power of a god
I will set you free.
Can’t you see, from my pleas?
I’m trying to put you at ease.
I’m saying there's no difference between your spirit and me.
My energy, was the same one that came from the stars
On the day they exploded making a universe start
People say there’s no way, at the end of the day
That I can talk to your spirt cause I'll never display myself
Just a shelf, is what harbors my truth
Lay the bible of lies that was written in sleuth
Subjective thoughts that extinguish
The search deep within us
You stick to what you believe in
Cause if you don't, it's called treason
To god
But don't you think it's odd?
You have all these thoughts, that make you naturally maraud?
Let me give you the courage
To finally see, your treason to God
Is treason to me
Which is who?
It is you
You are the God of your life
Through death and through strife
When you pray to get right
You are the person you speak to, when you need hope to believe
When you reach a low point and you're down on your knees
Getting back to irony
Don't you find it funny,
That when our spirit is finally free;
We credit someone that we can't even see?
So believe, believe
I exist for you to see
Just look in the mirror
To see you are me
Dec 18, 2014
Dec 18, 2014 at 5:19 PM UTC
Face are ambiguous
It's not too hard explaining this
But there is no real face that fits an objective depression
Let it be a lesson
Not to judge others by their discretions
Silence can be the embodiment for the saddest people of them all
People big and people small
That minds that stand and the ones that fall
We can all relate to the pains of the others around us
Yet remain so soundless
Never finding commons grounds and,
Becoming trapped in a cycle of solitude
How could we be so rude?
When there are millions of others who suffer the same sorrows as our own
Maybe not full blown
But at least enough to be known
That there is someone out there who relates to our pain
Cause it's a stain in our brains
That makes us think we're insane
We must open up to others
And not lead lives that are mundane
Everyone carries with them, a face of depression
So let it be a lesson
That there's no objective face to depression
Dec 15, 2014
Dec 15, 2014 at 1:53 PM UTC