I listen, watch and consider every little detail.
Every little action, every little word as I try to dodge the resulting effects of their trail.
I keep thinking and thinking till I can't think anymore,
Like an uninvited guest the thoughts come knocking, denying me of sleep.
I wanted to be connected and freed beyond everything I could be,
But difficulty always seems to point its finger back towards me.
We put all our energy into a false dream where nothing is as it seems,
Leaving reality to feel so far out of our hands reach.
A million galaxies could never satisfy the human soul,
For the human heart has a void that can only to be satisfied by Him alone.

This one goes deep beyond the surface,
Into the depths of a valley.
It's like losing my way on a late moonless night,
Searching for purpose in hopes of a sign.
Deep between the mountains I hear a melodious chime,
Theres a soul by the river wth mystical light.
In a matter of moments our paths are aligned,
In the depths of the valley beneath the infinite sky.

You'd think one gets used it by now
Being caught in a crossfire as bullets collide.
The turning of heads looking back in surprise,
Takes you back to a state of distinctive decline.
You're shrunk down to nothing in the high of the cries
With no help in sight, just lingering eyes.

I've never come across a lucid flame like this before.
The further I go near the more I feel the force.
I know if I dare get any closer this is going to really hurt
because if you play with fire you’ll only get burnt.

There's a difference between the person you are and the person you think you are,
because people will make you think you are a person you're not
and that's the problem with people
they only believe in what other people believe
and if you believe other people
you'll forget to believe yourself.

I thought I was things that I'm not.
And now I know myself.

Brief, but enough to make things clear. Enough words that weren't intended for my ears.
I didn't say a word.
It was then that it all kind of made sense. I realised my feelings in separate situations had been fair & I placed such boundaries for my defense.
But I can't utter a word on what I just heard. If I speak it'll destroy her life. If I keep quiet then I destroy only mine.

You often hear about the hurt of not receiving an apology.
But you were not told of the repeated apologies that held no meaning.

Over and over I tried to be gentle, only for them to hear me when I was harsh.

I'm afraid you've become everything that you hate
Of this endless cascade which you wish to erase.
There's an escape at the end but first you must taste
The mistakes they created,
My dear it's called fate.

And without prayer, one can't gain release.

Frantic with tears. No one asks how she is and you can't get it with words.

I hope one day I find someone who listens to me as you do.

Of all the things that are wrong,
I turn to the things that are right.
And then, what seems to be wrong,
Was actually right all along.

They can’t see someone whose heart has been disturbed.
Someone that despite their inner bitterness, gives their love with all the sweetness in the world.

Would you prevent a bird from falling if you knew that was how it learns to fly?

Without arousing pity, without sparking saviour spirits,
I can't express myself in a way where I can feel comfortably understood.

When you think of her do not misplace her to a state of dishonor.
She comes from a place where love and peace is all she intends to offer.

There's twenty two questions I really need to go through with you
This week led to a question that grew to a few.

Eleven of the answers are likely a lesson of what I already know.
Seven won’t lessen the dislike I have towards you.
One is a deep confession that I'll have to assume to be the truth.
Three won't amend anything,
so I'll leave them overdue.

I imagined my body broken just enough
to stop the feeling creeping up into my chest.

The best and worst part of poetry is that nobody will ever truly know what you meant.

I've got a mind full of unsaid things.
There's things I should've said but I wrote them out instead.
You won't hear the words unsaid 'cause if I said you wouldn't listen, if I did it wouldn't make a difference.

"Do I run from the madness or surrender my life?"
Former words that replay while he rests in his grave.
He tried to escape from the issues they made,
but returned to the premise,
betrayed by a blade.
Oh son of Adam, not a single soul should remain,
We've come to this world only to leave it one day.
Nothing will stay though we ought to meet one day,
And until that day I'll remember your tale.

Pale faced princess trapped inside the castle in her cotton candy pink dress.
For a while she's been stuck in a mess as broken cassettes play back her regrets.
Cigarettes since she's been dead, trapped inside the castle in her cotton candy pink dress.

We strive to be dwellers of Paradise,
to dwell therein forever.
But when one has fallen into sinful error we do nothing to help them be better.

He is the First with no beginning and the Last with no end.
The Most Forgiving, Most Merciful if we sincerely repent.
Faith resides firmly in the hearts of good intent,  proved by our actions though at times they misrepresent.

There's a divine measure that doesn't compare to mine or yours.
His knowledge and mercy both impossible to know,
And whenever He wills, He is the One who Reforms,
the One who fixes the situation to the ones who rightfully perform.
We hold onto the wrongdoings of others as if tomorrow is promised,
Or think we'll use tomorrow as an attempt to transform.

If your birth had been different and some doors had been closed,
I cannot imagine how your life would've reversed.
We ignore that our faith is not up for debate or the fact that our fate could be changed in a blink.
By default we harbour feelings
towards those who do fault,
Blind to their healing and the depths of their burn.

When you saw the boy acting against the clear law; under the influence of the forbidden liquor,
You came to the conclusion and made a connection that his actions and intentions were wrongly in sync.
In reality you missed the hidden link, that he repents when he thinks of the sins he commits.
Don't you think that these people knew all along
that what they indulged in is morally wrong.

We are blind to the guilt that eats them alive 'cause we don't witness the tears that fall through the nights.