I dream of the ocean
I dream of the white beach
I dream of the twilight
When the sun drowns in the sea

Sitting by myself
My fingers play in the sand
As I stare into the distance
The reflection of the moon on the water

The feeling of security
The feeling of complete relaxation
This is paradise
Please don't wake me up

Terrorism *****
But you already know that
People died
For such stupid reasons
And more will die
In retaliation
Mostly innocents
If we had no gods
Would this
kind of thing stop
Probably not
People ****
and People die
For all sorts
of stupid reasons
Maybe one day
Things like this won't happen
But I doubt it.

After more and more time we spend
With each other
We start to feel connected
Bonded by the same occurrences
Linked by the same pain

You know how I feel
By feeling the same
Always knew what to say
No need to be ashamed

We're sharing a lot of history
Been experiencing quite a lot
You might be the only one
That truly understands
My chasms caused by society.

Writing is my escape
It's my thoughts taking shape
I'm no writer
No poet either
Just a simple guy
Standing underneath the same sky
A human being like you are
No matter if you're near or afar
I'm writing from the heart
All the way from the start

Never turn back
You might be afraid of what you see
The demons you hide breaking out
Following like ghosts

Never turn back
As all the moments you dearly regret
Are coming back in mind
Tears that have been shed running down again

Never turn back
For what lies in the past
Is only detaining you from moving on

Why won't you tell me everything's ok
That all the struggle got pushed out of my way
Why won't you tell me the truth
I do not need your lies to sooth

Why can't everything be the same
Who is the one I have to blame
In this everlasting change
Why does it have to be outside my range

It is so hard to accept
The truth that we cannot adept
To all the changes happening in our life
To all the incidents catching us by surprise

Won't you tell me everything is ok
for I do know it will never be that way

I try to push myself every day
To be the person that I want to be
Sometimes things get in my way
But don't you see
Every time I fail
I just have to continue on another day

looking at your pictures..
all i feel is a deep sense of disappointment.
it could've been you.
**** it, it should've been you.
but you didn't want it to be you.
& so i'll let go of the expectations
& all the hopes i had of us being together
as i press "DELETE"
& get rid of all the pictures i have of you.