I put ink to page
with an elastic band pen,
Because these words always
come back and hit me,
Leaving a sting in my ear,
and a ring in my head

Some say,
That the scars we have
should be seen as medals
we awarded to ourselves
For the strength and
endurance we had
Through hard times
Yet still
We both know that the wounds we hang
In the closets of our regret
Won't ever get any
glory
Not from ourselves
Not from anyone

"Think of a life you won't take the breath from somebody else
One where you're seeking more than yourself"*

                                                     ­               *-Chris Cornell

He sheathed his tongue long ago.
He did this because he knows
that the fool is made so by words
and if none can be heard than no
titles are given.

He will draw his sword and
carve his thoughts like slashes
into our heads like boards.
He will shoot glares like arrows
that sink deep into marrow
planting his own ideas into
our bones.

He will fight conversation
the way he would a dragon.
Putting all of his will and
might into stabbing words like
limbs until they all bow down
to him.

In all honesty, the silent knight
can sing, he can bring peace and
melody into war torn fields and
wield song into battle.

He can, but he wont.
All because of laughter that
hes afraid to hear if his melodies
Don't reach or come near the ears
Of someone who's willing
To hear the truths,
Behind each of his
Tears

Silence fills this empty room
Pain echoes to much to move
A silver answer cutting through
Solution flows, no longer blue

The sway of the ship
rocked my last waking ounce of confidence to sleep
Its tomb forever lost at sea
buried in an ocean of insecurities
far too deep to ever find the bottom of

An expanse whose shores will be littered with the wrecks
of countless ships
set out to sail in search for new land
to claim for a church whose saviour
only ever wanted you

Your words were not your own
they spoke with a sentiment that choked out
every honest flame that burnt within you

I had familiarized myself enough with your work
to tell that even you were not your own
just a puppet
that fell to a master of bad decisions
and whimsical self destruction

You never managed to rack up enough
civilian casualties
you lied with such precision that every vision of truth
got a little off the top of what could be seen

Now standing
I pace the deck of the boat
in hopes of chasing away the hurt

In an act of desperate self examination
I attempt a determination of whether or not
I’ve been led to believe I am more than what I’ve seemed
to this day it is a question that is put first in my mind
every time a mirror can be seen

After covering enough ground in the worry of my pacing
exhaustion offers me a chair and I sit myself down
despite all the time I took searching for hope
I realize that there's nothing I’ve found

So again my surroundings become that friend no one talks to
unless you need something
I just about bring myself to saying their name
when my eyes are brought in
by the raging flame of loathing

The net of my eye caught glimpse
of a wave
honing its act of breaking

A step I find my heart taking
in a long race towards a finish line
painted with the tears resentment shed
when it realized that all those years were dead
to you

I promise
That had my mind
been given the chance
it would’ve pled guilty
and accepted the charge of the crime
of never giving us the time for a
final dance

Had I been given the chance  
I would have tied my heartstrings to yours
and assured that their bond would be a door
that could never be closed with words like
I'm sorry

And as the ship meets shore
my hands and knees break      
from begging your covert answers
For more
but nothing came

So each question remained
suspended by nooses
tied with aloof fear just loose enough
for each of them to breathe out another   
multiplying my confusion

Love
how could a word so true
so commonly used by you
even whisper a lie?

Thank you for taking the time
The time that you took
To wash the Windows of my eyes
Just to take a look
And thank you
Thank you for not running
After seeing the sight that you saw

The man who has it all
Is unlimitedly blessed
When the very words he speaks
Puts gold medals on his chest
But this man who receives
And who is told through rhyme  
Can't choose then or now
Because The man who has it all
Is a little short on time

Seven strong stones stand,
supporting the silver senate office.
Six of which sit silently,
while the solemn seventh sings.
It sings a song of sadness,
in the form of shrieks and sobs,
while the other six stand shocked
of the shaky sevenths song.

The best thing about darkness
Is that it isn't really heartless
We unluckily perceive it by
These lies used to conceal it
And in a world full of light
We're taught to avoid the
Oh so Shadowing night
And despite its best intentions
It's left untouched and never
Mentioned.
It loves us all to death
But to death is how we see it.
We think it's something brutal
But it's really nothing crude at all
It's warming
It covers up the pain
and hides ours sorrows all away,
And yet we sit here
and frown upon it another day
Not truly realizing all the ways it's helped us.
Or the ways that it protects us.
Just the ways it scares us.

Listen
Hear how the pitch varies yet stays constant
Silence permanently halted by that
Which processes it.
We are forced to mould pain into peace,
Sleep forced into the lack of,
There's no cure.
There's no remedy for calamity.
No homemade soup
or store-bought pills.
We who are diagnosed are dissidents against the police of
silence.
Listen now.
Hear the perfect consistency,
A straight line
in one ear out the other,
Like a power line from one pole
To the next.
It hurts.
A string of pain connecting each ear drum,
making sure that well notice if it misses a beat.
Sadly for us,
It never will.

...get me through the day
'cause we all know
I'd never win a war,
but at least
I put a smile on your face
today

Even caged birds fly
within their limitations
laughing at defeat

...

"We're all footprints in the sand
And the tide is coming in"

I can't tell if they were dreams or nightmares, but they were all of you

I couldn't hold back the tears, so
they came running down my face as if chased by the devil. But I didn't hold them back. Because you told me once, that each of my tears only ever increase the value of my smile.

Why is it so
Complicated
To be
Myself

Why must we
hide away
To earn moral
Wealth

And in this world of ups and downs
There's not much
To keep his feet on the ground

I'd be counting down the days
But this sixteen is bitter sweet
And I loathe the ground with all my heart
To its last worthless beat

A wise man
once said  It's pointless,
To seek joy beneath the sun,
This is no Song of Solomon but,
Once it's finished-
Can you say you've won?

He wakes up
Opens his drawer
And puts on a smile
That's just his size
He can take it
But he cant wear it
Anywhere else
No not this time

Never wanted to see you
Leave this all behind
But our nightmare came true
The moment they threw you
That other line

If this was all it was
Would it be worth it
To start it all again

Lend me a promise ,
So I'll have something to hold on to

To whom will it concern
If you don't become heard

Sticks and stones may
break these bones, but
The thought of losing you
Tears them apart, until
Each broken piece
mirrors my heart

I waited all night for a sun that didn't rise,
I killed the time but the pain wouldn't die,
Waiting in line for the hurt to subside,
I check my watch now its time to hide

We work all our lives
when all we have before us
is a lemmings fate

give me a promise,
so i'll have something to hold onto

I wish
That wishes did come true
I'm counting down the moments
Hoping you are too

Silence
Fills this open room
Nothing sounds good anymore
Nothing without you

I can't
Take it anymore
My heart is breaking at
Every closing door

If your worried about your significance,
Don't. Because in the end every row of pawns has the potential to become an army of Queens