We are travelling quickly on a path that is blind to our misery.
We believe that destiny will unfold itself.
Our goals change, and so does our path.
Nothing appears to be close to where we want to be. But we keep moving.

Sunset is my favorite color.
When the sun paints the sky
with its most vibrant hues
as if to illustrate the divinity
of its love for the moon.
And isn't it funny that
Sunset always makes me think of you.

The sun waits over the hills
To liven the lilies and daffodils
As I am caught in its embrace
You have left this place

The grass plays
Sunshine is scarce
A breeze chills
It is beautiful and powerful

The trees are bare
But they let in the sun's hue
Its warmth shines through
But I miss the shade

Winter has come and gone
Summer isn't far behind
You have left a coldness in my life
To you, this is my song

If a blind person is

Gifted a boomerang

For Christmas and

Ends up being hit in

The back of the head

After throwing it, then,

It is only logical that

Australian Aborigines

Are to be blamed.

Ps.

This is like Blaming
Russia for missile
strike in Poland.

I just want to be alone,  maby I just need to cry myself to sleep a couple more times... maby I just need to go out and date some random...maby I just need to go out and meet a bunch of new freinds, maby I just need a new drug addiction, maby I just need an excuse to muster up the strength to get out of bed, maby for once I just need someone who isn't going to make me pull knives out from my back, maby for once I just need someone who dosnt just care about my happiness when it's convenient for them.... But maby I just need a hounest connection to want to live....but maby you were always too caught up in your own gain to know what you were loosing.

They ask me who I want to be
I ask them what is wrong with me?
They say to be like others are
You can't become a faulty star
There's no way that you'll get that far
Be a doctor, be a nurse
Be a dentist, drive a hearse
A poet? please, you can't do worse
You can't make money just with verse

They ask me how I sympathize
With tear-stained faces, bloodshot eyes
Those who struggle with goodbyes
And quiet ones who analyze
Or far too much, apologize
They ask me how I am so wise

I say that I just talk to them
Find the lovely, hidden gem
But first, I say, I don't condemn
You are you and I am me
That is all we have to be
If we strive to be much more
We fight our own internal war
Don't be something for another's sake
Learn to dream when you're awake
Remember you're your own snowflake

They ask me
What makes you happy?
I answer short of patience
And just a little snappy

I say that sometimes nothing can
Like leaping out of fire
Just to land in the pan
I feel just as permanent
As lines in the sand
Hurting on the inside
I just don't understand

And other times I feel fine
As if the sun remembered
How to shine
It's like depression just forgot
How to poison every thought
Or pull my fragile heartstrings taut
And shatter every dream I sought

But I don't say this all out loud
In front of one big jeering crowd
Or with friends or all alone
Or even when I'm safe at home
I look into their eyes and say
Don't worry, friend, I'll be okay

It’s the kind of sadness where your rib cage
Contorts
And twists and
Snaps.

Depression doesn’t float through my veins
It crawls through my bones, with dagger hands
And winding movements.

I cannot breathe.

And yet there was nothing taken from me.