Tip toeing through life not
Making a sound, what
Will be remembered of you,
As you were never heard.

Because you never noticed
You were only back ground,
White noise.
You where there but not
Much noise did you make
When you were around.

Would you have been loud
If given the chance, be known
By many all around.
But noise itself can lead to people
Ignoring that sound, just a
Nuisance in the back ground.

You wanted to be heard
But were too loud, so much
That you cancelled out the
Fact you wanted others to
Know you were even around.

A balance of nosie and silence
Must be made through life,
The right place and time
To make that sound, but
Also to be quiet as those
Around we see. That all
Are respected, those that
Surround you through life.

We are all many noises through
Life, what will you be remembered
For, that marks that part of your
life.

If
  They
     Really
        Do
           Love
              You
            They'll
         Never
      Leave
   You

Love at its finest
Has come to late.
Its works are magic,
Its works are fate.

I am too afraid
To see the fall.
I want it to go,
I need it to stall.

My heart is crying
My lungs are dead.
The birds are coming,
They will be fed.

I am too afriad
To see the fall.
I want it to go,
I need it to stall.

Am I the only one that has their demons feasting upon their souls?
They say it is easy to tie a noose around your mind,
To overcome the urges and temptations of ending your life with a suicide
They don't know the true pain and torment that is going on in my head
An epic battle that leaves me with restless nights in bed
"End your life already" they say, as they prey on me during my weakest hours
Sometimes I give into the voices, carrying the sharp blade to my wrist
Crying as I struggle to mutter three powerful words that keeps me going
Choking on my sobs, my lungs deflate with a desire to say that God loves me
I try to convince myself that God is trying to test my faith
And to just wait, wait and wait
Then my Demons will eventually go AWAY.....



~Imperfect Desire **

I know the pain you feel is deep,
your want from life is simple peace.
And though I cannot guarantee,
please listen closely, as I speak.

Presently you stroll alone,
searching for a hand to hold.
You feel your sorrow in your bones,
in harshest sun, you still feel cold.

Pre - dawn, however, is darkest night
that must be followed by morning light.
I pray you won't give up the fight,
the universe will set things right.

I know at times, it seems unclear
that happiness is always near.
But wholly I believe my dear,
someday soon, you'll find some cheer.