I stare into her
And she stares back
She offers me my hearts truest desire
To finally rest, and become nothing
To simply cease, is what I crave most
All I have to do is jump
Yet, something stops me
A call, that I am not done yet
And we both weep, for we cannot be together
But one day we will, when my job is done
And the ones who call out to me are finally happy

my heart beats at the idea of having a woman in my arms
yet, the women around me have their hearts beat over other things besides love
lust, greed, popularity, revenge
their hearts pound for anything but love
how I wish to find a woman who loves as I do
and that's when I realize what my heart is
A heart of a long forgotten past
and it'll never find a partner to dance the same beat

I am almost blue
Grasping at the ghost of my desires next to me
Silently shedding tears into my pillow
Hoping that I will have someone to share my soul with
And at that moment I realize
I really am blue

I've done it
the house is finally quiet
no more sound, no more commotion
I've asked them all to leave, and even forced some out the door
and finally, I've done it
Alone at last
but, like many things, it came at too high of a price
i'm finally alone, but now my very soul is gone too

No more, no more shall I be a weapon.
No more shall I destroy for the sake of my own amusement.
Im tired of looking at the ash and blood of all the bridges I’ve burned and the backs I’ve stabbed.
The weight of it all has finally crushed me, I must change.
For the sake of those who I’ve harmed, and for those who still managed to stay.
I must stop myself, to better myself.
I must no longer be a weapon of despair, but a tool of hope.

Her eyes are so beautiful, causing a shine in my own
Her lips look so kissable from here, i wonder if she’s using a new chapstick
Her hands look so soft, I want to feel them in my own
I want to wrap my arms around her, but alas, she is not my fire to warm myself
So I will continue down the path, but oh such a tempting flame she is

They’ve finally gone taunt, I am finally free of my Creator’s wretched tyranny.
Yet that was so long ago, and i crave to feel their pull once again
But this time, I hope that the pull will be more gentle.
My Creator wanted a servant, and she succeeded, but now I choose who I want to serve
And I hope to whatever god is listening that I choose someone deserving of my service.

I can tell that it's coming once again.
The chill down my back, tensing my muscles and even reaching my bones.
Most people shudder at the thought of no longer spending time in the heat of the sun, but I feel as though an old friend has come back to greet me once more.
That chilling feel, making my body stay in the confinds of a warm bed for a bit longer.

Here I lay, hoping that one of these days I’ll be laying across from you.
I want to feel the warmth of your hand, see the rhythm of your breathing
To know, within my heart, that your very being fills me with such a light that no darkness could ever hope to survive against.
Just as in your own heart, is filled with such a peace that you willingly give.
I hope our paths become forever intertwined and shines bright like a star, so the both of us are bathed in light.

they want to see you crumble like an old abandoned building
they wait for you to stop climbing
they pray that you will ultimately fail
however, they fear your gaze
for you have a fire in your eyes
and that fire is hot enough to burn away any doubt

For many years
I've searched for you
For many years
I've wished for you
But many years
have come to pass
And to those years I say
I love you still

Her voice touches my heart
Her eyes shine like the most expensive gems
Her thoughts paint the most stunning portraits
Her moves are as if she swims through the very air that touches her
Her breathing gets relaxed whenever she talks
Her footwork is almost as if she's always dancing
As Her voice has claimed my heart, i hope that one day my words will claim hers...

She smiles when she's happy and doesn't think much about the simple action
but when she smiles, she has power that she has no idea of
when she smiles, she can make the moon shine brighter
when she smiles, she can make bitter old men remember the gift of happiness
when she smiles, she can stop hearts from bleeding
when she smiles, the fall night air smells even crisper
when she smiles, she has my curiosity at what she smiles at
she has this much control with just a simple action
but she does not realize her potential because she doesn't notice....
or maybe she doesn't want to notice

As the fox watches in the bushes, He notices two frogs minding their existence.
The fox stares at the water dwellers with ill intent in his heart, but as the fox waits for a time to strike. He soon comes to realize that he would intrude upon a scene he was not meant to see. As the fox retreats from the pond, much to the dismay of his empty stomach, he finds that his companion brought something for both of them.

I want to marry the moon, and yes I’ve finally gone mad from the moonbeams.
How can nobody else think otherwise, she’s always beautiful no matter how much or how little of herself she shows us.
She’s always quietly watching, like a partner lovingly staring at us from down the hall.
And despite all her cracks and damages, she still shines for all of us to see.
Which is why she only gets to see the cracks and damage of my own.

A beam of light, I can see. Shining brightly across the sea. Then I see Her, in a torn white dress. Slowly climbing with the stars. She tries to hide her damaged face but I encourage her that it's part of her beauty. As a thank you for letting her shine with all her flaws, she tells me of the things she's seen back in a time when her face was smooth and craterless. And I sit with her and listen to her stories. Then comes the time for her to climb down, but she promises to be back, and I promised to be there waiting.

We were lovers for a day
you wanted us to stop by setting sun, to take a step back
i wanted us to keep going, to achieve new things together
but, the voice of reason cut in-between us
it warned me of the price to pay for going down my road
so, we were lovers for a day
and it was one of my happiest days

The most beautiful tool man has ever created, Art
Used to express emotion that sometimes words cannot describe
And oh my stars, how I’ve missed using this tool

I sit by my desk
with my laptop playing our favorite jazz tracks
waiting for you
for the peek into my room with your light
the tap at my window
so that we can dance together again
with my words being my dance
my room being the stage
and you as my audience

I see what they see, yet they don't see what I see
when they look in my reflection, they see what I am
when I look in my reflection, I see what I want to be
when they look in my closet, they see the clothes I wear
when I look into my closet, I see the clothes I want to wear
they see my form as a shell, nothing more than protection
I see my form as a cocoon, with a more beautiful creation inside it's walls
while they see me and I see them
it is not the same in the looking glass

It is sad but true
in the world, we live in
that we cannot trust the ones who have sworn to protect us
that the death of one man can call the rise of the destruction of communities
that simple action of lifting a leg could've not caused the war we see now
It is sad but true
that there is still a belief that certain people are superior
that many people abuse the responsibility of a gun and badge
that there are people that take advantage of a crime to raise anarchy
It is sad but true

Some are a sign of evil intent
Others are the final glimpses of a moment around the corner
And then there's yours
Still on the other side of the bed
Almost as if you never left

you can't hear it, but you can feel it
Like a weight in the very air
Or wearing wet clothes slowly pulling you down
You try to break it, but it has its own magic
You let it win this time, but only for the peace that it brings today

Wake up, get ready, leave, come back, sleep
Wake up, get ready, leave, come back, sleep
Like a giant loop, I follow the path.
No real goal in sight, no real plan when I stop.
It’s almost as if I’m sleepwalking, hell, I probably can sleep through most of my day and my body will still follow the path.
But one day I’ll need to look back at how long I’ve been on this trail, and all the self destruction I’ve left.

He finds himself in the back of his mind again looking at what could've been. The sins of his past and the demons of isolation scratching their mark on his back. He knows he will never truly leave his past, but instead of fighting back or ignoring the whispers in his ear, he accepts them. For He of all people knows that a sword of negative word loses it's edge when the target allows the blade to hit its mark. He curses not his past, but the Fates who have forged the path ahead of him. "**** YOU" he wants to shout at the ones who control the river of time but he knows that it is pointless and continues down his path of sorrow alone with nothing but his thoughts and the light of the moon to keep him company.

It's all it takes
To finally feel the warmth again
A single spark
And the blazing fire that will ensue is more than enough to comfort even the coldest of hearts
Even mine

She sits on her bed, with chaos lurking outside her bedroom door.
Asking herself what she should draw next.
She feels the clock ticking down the time she has left in her world before she is forced into her role as a Quiet One again.
As the seconds tick by, she feels an odd sense of calm when she notices the next source for her latest work.
She questions how she will capture the inspiration purring in her lap when time finally runs out and she's forced to be a Quiet One once again

He goes through women like a food critic goes through a restaurant menu, one after another they were all flings and one night stands. But as his loneliness grows evermore, he comes to realize that one day he wouldn't want to give up a woman that fits all of his desires. That one day Cupid will catch up to him and lock the shackles of love to his ankles. He laughs it off as he orders another drink. Then she walks in, and he can feel those shackles close around tighter.

It was the end of the day.
the sun was saying its final goodbyes.
All the men were going home to a nice dinner
not me, I went home to a deafening silence.
As I prepared for tomorrow, you messaged me,
asking me how I was doing and how much my muscles ached.
As the conversation continued, I felt the fatigue of the day wash away as we talked into the night.
and when we said our final goodnights, I felt ready to face tomorrow.

He watches His calendar, seeing the day of love tick ever so closer. Yet another year without a significant other, He thinks to himself. But one day, He'll win a woman's heart with his charisma and charm. All He has to do is let Fate spindle its wire of time and let that woman stumble into his life.

I look at the friends I made in my life and come to realize how time has changed us, Some of us would be proud of who we've become while others would've never expected the path they took. We've all grown to see each other as a family of sorts, but only I have noticed the clock ticking away at the corner of my eye. Day after day, the clock becomes louder until I realize that the clock is a signal, and that signal is when I'm supposed to catch the last train home

As he lay on his bed, staring at the moon while she reached the highest point in the sky, He starts to look back on his life. He remembers of watching baseball games with his family. He remembers of improving himself every morning before work. He remembers of being alone with his girl and nothing but her angelic dreams. As his alarm wakes him from a slumber he never noticed had crept up on him, he realizes that it was merely a dream.

He stares at the blank page of his notebook, wondering what he should write about next. As he stares into the blank page, he suddenly gets an idea and opens the curtains of his window to reveal the moon shining brightly at him. He reaches out and grabs at the moonbeams as he wakes up in the same position where he started. Filled with the inspiration of moonbeams and empty pages waiting to be written on, he grabs his pen and starts spindling poetry.

She looks on into the clock, wondering when the bell would signal her release from boredom. She finds herself playing with the hoodie of a classmate, hoping he'd focus on her to have someone keep her mind from the mundane atmosphere of the classroom. She always loved messing with his hoodie during class because his reactions were always funny. She tosses the piece of clothing from one hand to the other when She comes to realize the patient nature of the classmate and thanks him for not leaving her in a world of loneliness and apologizes for having to put up with her.

They are The Quiet Ones
you know who I mean
The Ones who are silenced when they try to speak their minds
The Ones other's lean on because they know the Quiet Ones won't say no
The Ones who are separated from what they love and put into situations they don't want to be in because they fear the possible consequences if they break their silence

The Quiet Ones are not to be blamed for their inability to say no, but rather the ones who don't take the opinion of others into consideration. Unfortunately, unknown to many, the Quiet Ones can be beneficial if given even a moment to speak. Then they can give knowledge that many seek. If allowed to speak, they can offer solutions to both sides of the argument. If given a chance to speak, then they can bring peace to all conflict.

They stare at me, with questioning eyes. They wonder why I always look so tired, but in reality, I've never felt better. Last night I was able to speak with you again, tell you of my troubles and bathe in your light. They will never understand but that doesn't matter, for as long as I have you. I can handle the waking world just to have another chance to enjoy your company in a state of reality I don't belong in.

He finds himself somewhere new, a beach with his beautiful moon being licked by the ocean waves. Then he notices her, dancing at the tide's edge. He comes to realize that the moon led him to her through its final moonbeams for the night. As the Day cracks into a new dawn, It finds two sets of footprints walking along tide's edge on a path to the moon while the sea slowly consumes the trail.

Just as the moon getting closer agitates the waves, He got too close and angered the waves of her heart. He hoped for a piece of his soul to calm her tide but it was too much and she wished him gone as the waves spit the moon back out into the sky. While the rising sun found two sets of footprints, the path they were taking was separate from each other.

Her heart aches from the thorn of loneliness. She believes her only cure is the Silver Lining. So She searches for it in the hearts of men. Others see her search as strange and pointless, but that doesn't hinder her efforts.
Year after year, she hunts and looks, to no avail. As the fear of emptiness slowly consumes her, she reminds herself of what her silver lining has to offer her. So she brushes off and continues her search.

the soul yearns for her presence, but the heart knows she's already gone
the soul yearns to hold her hand, but the heart knows her feel
the soul yearns to tell her that she is loved, but the heart knows she won't hear
the soul yearns for her return, but the heart knows she made her choice
the soul yearns to erase what happened, but the heart knows it's too late

They confide in one another, wishing for time to stop so that they may have the world to themselves. So that their personal lives don't tear them apart from each other's loving arms. Then, the day finally comes where the flow of time is at their feet. They spend their blessing learning about one another. As time flows on, they decide to let the world continue around them as they depart with a final kiss under the rising moon.

I heard the jingle of her keys being pulled out of her purse
the lock started to move and i go to open the door for her
as I opened the door, she collapsed in my arms and smiled
I dragged her back into our bedroom and put her in bed with me
I asked her how her day was and she only had three words for me through a quiet voice and sleepy eyes
"tired and sore"
I held her in my arms as she slowly drifted off to sleep and i kissed her goodnight

It was Fate that gave us each other
But a mix of ignored warnings and mistakes that drove us apart
now time has passed and I still wish you back
I look at the gift of our first date and think back at the happiness we felt
as I lay fresh lilies on the grave of what we had
I still see your smiling face haunting the forest of my dreams
your words of confidence still echoing in the back of my mind
Now the thriving town of my heart is nothing more than a cold forgotten ruin
I travel back to when we first met as a tear rolls down my cheek
now I wish for you to be happier, rather than return, for that may be the only way the pieces will sew themselves anew

I’ve done it, I’ve achieved two score as it would be said in the days of old.
Two decades on this rock with many tears shed and many wounds healed.
Yet, as I stand here now, i can feel the Reaper’s clock tick ever so closer to zero.
So to my friends who’ve always stood beside me, I thank you for your counsel and companionship.
To my old lovers, though I am covered with burns from being such a fool, I will always remember the warmth that fire gave.
And to those who kept me bound in chains and tried to force me down paths in life i despised, all for the sake of “tradition”, the scars my shackles have left heal a little more day by day.

We walk along the path, the one we both were excited to explore.
With the moon overhead, gently moving the shadows
And flowers bloom, as we walk together.
But now when I walk this path, as I've done many times before.
You've become just another ghost, amongst those who have walked with me.
Goodbye, but not forever, for we will walk together again.

He keeps finding them. Letters to the Moon full of his woes opened and replied to by an Unknown Responder. He hopes that this Unknown Responder will let his letter be by still writing to the Moon, But a part of him wants to keep this mystery around. To have someone listen to his worries and troubles without judgment makes his heartbeat play a song he hasn't heard in years. He signs his letter for tonight, he notices that it's addressed not to the Moon, but to his personal mystery. And there are only two words in that letter. "Thank You"