She's falling through my arms
Slipping through my fingers
There goes the girl I haven't met yet.

My favorite
songs are the ones
that make me forget
what silence sounds like.

The person in my life I never quite new how to talk too.  

How can I help?

At every chance I get, I swear I try to let you in.



Isolation won't comfort you.



You might think being alone will make you

stronger.


Is it just

A cry for aid?

Or maybe you were like this from the start.



I don't want to see you like this anymore.

Every night, lying awake, staring at the ceiling.

Pretending that things will get better.

Pretending that it will pass.


Empty even now. When I should be happy.

When the problem has been resolved, and the feeling still remains, more problems are revealed.

What can I do to change it.

I know sitting here will do me no good.

Does writing these even help?

Has my escape been corrupted?

Does anyone even care?


Sounding pathetic, as usual.

The only thing you're good at is feeling sorry for yourself.
Why don't you just do us all a favour and ...

Surely there was more to you than that. Has the soul left you?

Has the essence of what made you gone to a far away land.

Does it call to you?

Do you want to join it?

Who are you? Really. Look at yourself. Make up your mind. Living in a constant cycle of disappointment, unfulfillment, and misery is no way to live.

Just stop talking

Just stop trying to make others relate

Just stop typing

I am. Afraid.
I am afraid of getting any older, and still accomplishing nothing of note.
I am afraid that I will let my family down.
I am. Afraid.
I am afraid that I am wasting my time.
I am afraid that I will alienate the people I love.
I am afraid I will lose them.
I am. Afraid.
I am afraid that I am dishonest with myself.
I am afraid that there are sides of me that I can't control.
I am afraid that I will change for the worst and not be the best version of myself.
I am. Afraid.
I am afraid if I bite my tongue anymore it will fall off.
I am. Afraid.

A great, and solemn ending
For the esteemed gentleman

A life lived for others
Not lived at all

Never seeking own joy
Never seeking anything

Was he ever alive to begin with?

I just wanna get away from this place.
                                                                   Escape all the
                        Noise        
                                  And
                                         Confusion.

Just pack up.
                      Take a
           Leap
                   Of
                       Faith.

I wanna dance, sing, cry, and do it all over again.

I just wanna
                                                 Live

I just wanna
                                              Be Free.


Wanna come with me?

When the problem has been resolved, and the feeling still remains, more problems are revealed.

It is a simple modicum of truth, but a truth nonetheless. For this is the path that awaits us all.

Around every corner you believe lies the answer you seek, when in reality, there are never truly any answers, only more questions, and only more unravelling of oneself.

And if you endeavour to go deep enough, you may never return.

It's a dark city night
The streets lit up dimly by streetlights
A gentle rain pours down on my face
I don't mind it though
The rain gives me comfort for some reason
Even makes me crack the occasional smile

I stop to think about my life
Wants to travel - doesn't want to work
Wants to make a name for himself - doesn't want to try
Wants so much more
But just dragged down by this nagging feeling.

It's a pain
Been with me since I can remember
I'd just like to be free from it ya know.

Be something more than myself.
Still me, just. Better.

There is so much I want to do and yet I can never in a million years see myself doing any of these things.

Why is this?

Who knows.

The pendulum just keeps on swinging regardless.

Maybe I wasn't taught certain things in life.
Maybe I've already missed my chance.

Life goes on though.

Something is going on inside me and I can't seem to stop it.


The wheel has been turning since the day I was born. I can see that now.


Was it always leading down this path?


Did it always have to end this way?

Hidden behind you
Each whisper in the ear, a
Light tap on the shoulder,
People don't understand.



Moments pass when it's not there

Each time, managing to convince me, maybe I'm safe.

The lack of color seems obvious,
But the sheep remain ignorant to it’s spreading control.

Some choose to stand,
But the majority refuse to unite.

The constant supply of waste put in the food pile, surely testament to the failure of the farmers.
But nothing changes.

The sheep remain pinned in by the dogs,
And the bland cycle continues, until the day of the slaughter.

A world concealed within a single frame.
Free will held back by a glass wall.
Within your grasp, but at the same time so very distant.

Having the freedom, to be free, but choosing the ignorant option.
Choosing to remain as a single, isolated being.

Questions rise up in your mind. Such things as good and evil, but does any of that matter, when trapped in a tiny box of your own making?

Something is lacking now. Something leaves a hollow feeling in your heart. You know what it is, but you can't say it out loud.

It's that time of year again.
My head in my hands.
Thinking about what progress I've made.

Nothing.
The end is near.

I just want to burst into tears, but I can't seem to manage.
Even that, I can't do.
A disappointment.

But I want to live.

There are things I want to do,
So many things.

So

I'll keep going,
Even if it's painful
Even if it's hard

I'll keep going.

For me.
So I can become the person I want to be.
Because if I don't do that, no one else will.

I will keep.
Going.

A phoenix from the ashes
Once again struck down,
by the darkness.
It's hopes and dreams ripped from its chest.

Leaving only an empty cavity.
Its life goes on though.

In a semi-conscious kind of way -
it's alive.

Although it thinks it died years ago.
Only to realize on its deathbed that it's too late.
The time has gone.

I would always be the one to leave the room.
To stand in the rain

And stare longingly into the distance
Hoping and waiting for something
Or someone
That would never come

My ideals forever under lock and key
Preserved behind a wall

Sadness and fear swallow me whole
knowing that
I will truly
Be alone

For all time

Sometimes I feel a sense of overwhelming beauty in the world,
So much so that it brings a tear to my eye.
Is this what God is?
Or is God long dead?

The man is me,
My thoughts culminated onto paper are a reflection of myself,
Of the demons inside,
As well as the light that faintly shines.