T̶̩̝̱̣ͤ́̃h̶͈̞ͫ̋ͤ̃ͅi̩͔̼̯̰̰͓̾̋̃͘ṡ͇͇͖ͩ̅̉͞ͅ ͉̪̫̹̳͍̝̉͘    ȋ̡̘͈̥̼̗̪̭̀̅ś̥͓̖ͨ̏͑͞ ̛͍̯̻̪̔   ẁͬ̔҉̙͎̜̪̥̲̩h͎̯͇ͩ̆́ͣ͠a͈͎̣̣̱͉͈͋͊͡ͅt̢̟͕̟̻̯̲̟̊́͒ ̾҉̤͍͓̠ͅ    m̷͇̲͙̬ͤ͐͊ỳ͍̩̩͂̅ͮ͝    b͔̤̘̲͈̳̩̿͜ͅr̖̪̘̩̮͒ͨ͟ả̩̰̯̩̒͊̆͘ȋ̧͔̤͎͉̩͋n͔͕͖̺̤̹̓͡ ̴̫͚͇̈́͂ͭ   f̻̣̬̫͙̭̦̹̓ͬ͟e͖̬̼̹̹̮̬ͯ͛̓͠e̛̖͔̩͎̙̲ͫ̃l̛̯̞ͮ̏̂s̹͓̖͍͚͌ͯ̕ ̽ͯ́   ľ̶͙͕̠͕̣͓͈͈í͍̭̞̹̠̍̊͡k̸̪̼͓̺̜͖͉̮̿̋ͣ̾e̯̻̬̋͘ ̹̯̩͉̯͙̱͇̍͂ͩ͠    s̲̱̈̀o̸̩̳̼̲̓͆͆ͦm̷̬̞̐̓ͬe͗ͫ҉̫̟̱t̶̝͉͍͈̉i͗̇ͣ͏̳͈m̴͖͈̝̊­͍e̝̪̍ͮͣ͞s̤͉̖̦͈̩̟̈̚͡.̱̼ͥ͊́́̚

To **** a bird is to **** his song,
so now we wait and now we long.
For without his music how can we dance?
How can our love ever stand a chance?

With our little bean rings,
those strange little things,
we make a promise of love.
Not unlike “The Rings”,
those wedding things,
Just without the extra

The little bean rings we wrapped around our fingers. Those little strange things, although gone, still linger. Well, perhaps not the bean but

I never knew,
How much a bean,
Could mean to a guy like me.
But then one day,
I saw you there,
In the midst of Batman Alley.

Little bean rings,
Why wear such things?

Well I’ll tell right now, so listen.

When a boy meets a girl,
One he loves

Little bean rings, one of our strange little things, one of many I guess I’d say.

I’ve tried all I can to write a poem about beans. Okay well not about beans exactly, but rather rings made out of beans. Well actually they were made out of strings beans, but that’s not the point. The point is I’m trying to write this poem. So here I am thinking about little bean rings and how much I love this girl and that’s when it hits me, that’s when I realize

Two string beans, grow up to be rings, what an odd life for such a plant.

I love you

The stars are long gone,
They've fled far away.
What's left is just lighting,
But I think we'll still stay.

We are unafraid,
As we lay here so still.
This night will be ours,
It's destinies will.

So keep back the rains,
From the watery sky.
This night is now ours,
Please don't question why.

Time comes to a close,
It crept up so fast,
I hope to see you again,
This won't be out last.

Trains of thought we ride,
With no direction.
No time for memories,
Or mild reflection.

Ridding on we go,
Letting off hot steam.
Wishing alway time,
And forgetting to dream.

We miss every field,
Every meadow and flower.
We just chug along,
Heads down, full power.

May these tracks never end,
And our minds shuffle so.
May our souls be in route,
Where ever we go.

The mischief minds of men,
Haunted by their thoughts and ideas;
stuck in their ambitions,
And the search for perfection.

This utopia they seek,
Is nothing more than a shadow;
Comprehensible by the eye,
But unreachable for the soul.

Nevertheless the mind pushes on,
The trail getting ever so long;
It is here we are lost,
It is here we will die.

Stormy seas,
Oh misty isle,
Enchanted with the dreams of all.
The time has come,
For us to leave;
No escape from the inevitable.

Thicket of gold,
The land of plenty,
Filled with the souls of man.
Bring home the lost,
The frail and ill;
The sickness that surrounds us all.

Rocky high,
Oh sacred mount,
Condemned to the stars and sky.
Show us your power,
Your never ending strength;
May our hands hold all we find.

Majestic wood,
Oh great forest,
Connected to all but itself.
Let loose your wisdom,
And open our hearts;
Say goodbye to all you know.

Oh Great spirit,
The one we seek,
Master of us all for now.
Set back your clock,
And negate old times;
Let the light come and find us all.

These walls, tall walls,
So high above my head,
Come down, come down,
I must see over over you instead.

Trade one life for another,
Surrendering my soul.
I don't know if I've given up,
Or just gotten caught in dark hole.

Motivation is gone,
And so is my head.
I'm losing myself again,
I might as well be dead.

Silly you say,
There's so much in life.
I haven't found any,
All I seen is strife.

So why not take myself,
Out of this place.
Really, what's keeping me here,
Lock in this space.

Suffocating from this life,
No air for my soul.
I'm choking on time,
Not one part,
But the whole.

Gasping now,
My lips shutter so.
The darkness is near,
And I see,
I must go.

One final breath,
Is all I can give.
Let the cold take me now,
It's time I die,
So I can live.

Hope pours into us as fast as it pours out. It may seem at times an unobtainable sensation, one by which we are addicted. We search far an wide for hope to fall, yet the drought never seems to cease.

Living in the fast lane,
No time to breath,
But how can you survive.
You're suffocating,
Being choked to death,
Your oxygen deprived.

But you mustn't give in,
For you cannot fail,
You do what is expected.
Why they ask,
Why do it for them,
Easy, you want to respected.

Then You think,
Why should I care,
Why waste away my soul.
This is your life to have,
Your time to give,
Stop playing their made up role.

I'll just play my music quieter,
So you can sleep.
But how, oh how,
Can I silence this song.

The things I write will no more be remembered then my footprints on the beach; slowly being washed away by the waves of time. But this matters not for I wish to leave behind something more permanent. To change the lives of others and inspire them in all they do. To push people to commit good deeds, and have faith in humanity. To put faith in themselves, and all they can accomplish.

So wonderful it is,
Oh the bliss you feel.
On top of the world,
It's all so surreal.
The descent you see,
That is my foe.
I think I'll stay high,
And keep this glow.
Don't bring me down,
For I will not fall.
I'm here for good,
That is all.

Weekend philosophers,
We search for what's right,
We open our mouths,
Letting words take flight.
They blow where they will,
The wind guilds our soul.
We are free from all,
Only truth takes hold.
Weekend philosophers,
Ideas so distant.
Yet we reach for them,
All so persistent.
So bring on the world,
Let life take it's course.
For I am prepared,
No time for remorse.

Tears fall down,
Making puddles so deep.
I'm afraid I might drown in my sorrow.
But what do you care,
You left me for them,
It'll be all over tomorrow.
So I lay here and think,
Where did I go wrong,
Why can't I just fit in.
All I do is worry,
And fall apart,
My life is one big sin.
So let's end it all,
Just make it stop,
I really don't want this now.
I'm sick of this world,
And all it's games,
I've taken all I will allow.
Goodbye cold grace,
You've left me cold,
I should have seen this coming.
I must move on,
My time has come,
It's time that I stop running.

Who am I but the one in the back,
No to need notice me.
You lead the chants and cheers,
And do not see.
For why bother with us,
We are but lesser.
For you are so popular,
And we are the down dressers.
You own the crowd,
They all love you.
I awkwardly stand,
And keep out of view.
Who am I but the one in the back,
No to need notice me.
If I left no one would care,
And I think you'd agree.
It's all fun for you,
I see you smile so bight.
I hold tears inside,
I don't belong tonight.
But who am I kidding,
I've never fit before.
So why did I think tonight,
Would have had something different in store.

Things are always so much better when you love life!

Your smile you like rain,
Soaks my soul,
Letting seeds of love,
Slowly take hold.
They're growing now,
Right in my heart.
Taking over my body,
Part by part.
This flower of love,
Inside of me,
It's taken over,
Can't you see.
You're all I know,
And all I love.
You feed the seeds,
I can't get rid of.
So invasive they are,
But I like the invasion.
I'm ready to surrender,
No need for persuasion.

The circle of life,
Spins round and round.
Silently,
Without a sound.

It keeps the balance,
And all things true.
It controls everything,
Except for you.

You have a choice,
To break the chain.
Take forth you life,
Don't live in vein.

It may not be easy,
You mustn't give in.
You don't want to regret,
What could have been.

As the leaves fall from trees so does my heart.

Stuck in this hole,
With no way out.
I've dug to deep,
Now I just pout.

So I sit down and cry,
I start to give in.
Then I remember my choice
And I'm choosing to win.

So I stand up with pride,
And new found passion.
I start digging into the walls,
In a crazed like fashion.

I start to fill in the hole,
And see the light.
I make the final push,
With all my might.

Fortunately I'm free from my hole,
And finally on level ground.
Unfortunately, now all I can see,
Is Billions like me all around.

I'm still not special at all,
Not one single bit.
I need to start climbing up,
And I know it'll take a lot of grit.

As I climb higher,
And look down at where just stood.
I can see the hole I climbed out of,
And Billions who haven't climbed up, but should.

I look up,
And see only a few above me.
So I kept climbing on,
Feeling a greater sense of glee.

Finally I reach the top,
The peak of all that is known.
I walk over and take my seat,
My well deserved thrown.

Overwhelmed with joy,
I shout out my good will.
And what to my surprise,
I see my windowsill.

I sit up in bed,
Rubbing my eyes.
It was all but a dream,
Of what could arise.

It finally hit me,
That this was my fate.
I must never give up,
I must become great.

Dreams tell me everything I will ever need to know.

Are we meant to be,
I ask myself,
Is this truly what I need?
I can't decide,
I'm just not sure,
Should I even proceed.

But then last night,
I had a dream,
And it told to me the truth.
We cannot work,
At least not right now,
Not in this subtle youth.

So it saddens me,
That this is the end,
At least for now you see.
Maybe I'm right,
Maybe I'm wrong,
Either way, it's better to be free.

I really need a new home,
My current one is filled with dust and cracks.
You can barely live in it it's so awful.
If I could make a new home I know just how I would build it.
I would start by laying the foundations for new relationships,
Then add a few walls of trust,
Maybe even a few windows for a little perspective.
Next, I'd add some doors of opportunity,
And fill the rooms with books and knowledge.
Finally, I would invite people,
Who always smile and laugh to live with me.
That is the kind of house I want to live in,
Not this old thing.

We only really hate what we do not fully understand.

The only one who really needs to care is you.

I've been holding on for some kind of miracle,
But it seen like it's just time to let go.
No need to waste anymore time,
Wishing for false dreams.
For what is a wish but silent words,
Heard by no one but you.
Why do you think they never come true?

Page after page,
Day after day,
And yet it makes no difference.
You can't rid yourself of your problems,
With just a pen and some ink,
At least not permanently.
So what does it really matter if I write,
No one really cares,
It wouldn't matter to me or to them.

I don't think I'll write today.
I just don't think I have it inside me.
The feeling of joy and inspiration are are gone,
And I'm just sitting here.
Alone.
Cold.
I'm tired of feeling this way, day after day.
I just want to feel normal.
I want to feel like I belong.
What happened to the life I once had?
I don't even know who I am any more.
Who is this person that was once me?
Hello?
Where are you?
Why did you leave me?
I don't think I'll write today.

The most beautiful words ever spoken are anything you say.

Hating yourself is easy, learning to love yourself is hard.

Maybe I write to much, but it's all I know.

I look at the world through empty eyes,
Everything seems so surreal.
It's like I'm watching from a distance,
Trapped inside this body,
I'm not sure what to feel.

I fight off these
Monsters,
Thinking they are here
To hurt me.
Little do I know,
That they only
Want to help.
But why?
This is what
I don't understand.
This is what
Confuses me.
For never before
Have I seen
A friendly monster.
Never before
Has one tried
To help me.

Open your hearts; open your minds, and see the world.

Your voice is my light,
In this dark cold world,
So never stop speaking to me.
If it weren't for you,
I'd be blind to all this,
And so for that I truly thank thee.
You brighten my life,
You fill it with joy,
Where have you been all this time.
I'm so happy I found you,
It was a pure stroke of luck,
Thank goodness I'm still in my prime

I'm addicted to you, and I just can't get enough.