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.
It's hard to feel like this when I believed in people for far too long,
Only ending up to be someone that others ultimately use.
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.

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.

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 don't know what it means to be loved by 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.

I have a bad habit of searching for beauty in beasts,
And meanings in senseless situations.

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.