When is the morning
I too rise with the sun
Hidden behind the stars,
captivated by the moon
The entire universe knows who we are.

Children of most high,
dreamers all alike
Those of us whose dreams touch the sky.
Dreams will never die,
only if we put them to rest
Let them be like the stars,
Strive to be the brightest of all the rest.

The ends of space and time
seem nonexistent,
One end is the start of something new,
even from broken pieces
Sky's the limit, even in days of feeling blue.

As the days set
and surely rise again
Set your hearts down from worry,
soon rise to be brave
Follow suit in every single one of your days.

Burning gas
on rubber threads of some Michelin
I'm so tired,
of lighting fires, knowing I won't breath again.
Say that you want me right now,
And I'll cut corners to see you somehow.

Nobody drives me up the wall
till I'm needing help
I should really find my worth,
But I don't give ****
I trade it all for you, and nobody else,
so sick of these drives all by myself.

You might be a drive,
but this is always a race
I might be alive,
but it's much better when I see your face.
Speeding for love,
better to buckle my belt
Helmet on my heart,
pleases to protect myself.

Don't want to lose what's left of it,
right till the time you'll be keeping it.
Keys to my heart,
put into ignition for my love to start
A model body,
more exotic than a foreign car,
Close to me now,
but baby can you drive me far.

Driving me
madly in love for you.

Is perception of mind
guided by sight,
For if you see evil
does that mean there's evil on your mind?
If I'm depressed
is it because of feelings not addressed
Perhaps I should tidy my mind,
for being such a mess.

Time waits for no-one,
we wait for it to do something right,
Good intent seems only to work
when there's a prize on the side.
Human nature often aids,
only if seen benefiting our lives.

Still!

Who are the wise,
but quiet men around the loudest of fools.
Who are the stubborn,
but those who can argue with a mule.
Your very behind,
is the past you can't let go of,
An ***,
pulling a weight of weighing into doom.

Poor excuses we make,
are reflex to the problems we try to escape.
But as beings,
who may not head in the right direction
The head above can show you the better way.

Don't be crooked as the world,
learn to think straight!
Don't be fearful of tomorrow,
Today's moment is for you to be brave.

Defy what lies,
beyond the perception of your mind.

And of course,
it's not actually real.
But why must the sweetest of things
only be in our dreams?

To see of life
through looking glass
Seems to show all it's cracks
Fragile,
is man on heavy words
Sinners of course,
a forefather's forced labour of sin into birth.

Still as precious gold,
time is of worth
Treasured memories
of course remain in our hearts.
Lifes not perfect,
but could be close to it with just a smile.

I always try to build myself
as a commission
Seeking favourable outcomes,
that's optimism
Barely gave a breath to those against me,
because I didn't see the competition.

I climb my mountains daily
but won't reach my peak
Put together all my goals
so it's easier to reach
Live out a sermon
cause everyday feels almost like a preach
My whole life feels just like a feast,
Yeah!
You know everybody's gotta eat
Things at stake only at a piece,
no wonder they all be wanting beef.

I make meals out of my words,
Mmh!
So much so, my plate is always on it's thirds
Yeah! I just live out whatever I spoke,
everything that only comes from Lord
He's a Father, but mostly my coach,
in a field of life, tells me, to keep my eyes on the ball.
Find my targets,
and shooting all my goals.
Another point,
if you really keeping scores.

Yeah,
I could add up all my worth,
But a piece of me can't ever be bought,
Frame of mind is picture perfect clear,
more to me than what will actually appear.
See me blessed,
you know I'm must confess
Why?
Because I  don't know if there's always something  next.
Yes,
so I make everything my best
Yes,
Might just wear my pride a little like a vest.

Written word,
the speeches I might make
The pros and cons you know,
all what we do isn't always guided by fate.

Take a tour inside your mind,
a true journey of life.
The past is always behind,
fools only bring it along with them
Why waste,
the little moments we have right now,
given it's weight
You weigh your heart on troubles,
the mass of which
Doesn't help in thinking straight.

I'll clear my throat,
let the inner voice be heard
I do prefer,
for people to wish me good by their word
Actions,
are what I'd expect to compliment in works.
Effort,
is for those willing to put it in,
Don't do too much,
but a little to prove what you're doing.

I give my grace,
as the heroes I've only known
Gave their lives to keep me safe.
Don't be the one to waste a life
wasting the one you have
Be glad for what you own.

Life is more of what you
can give than take,
Earn than buy,
how much real you are than acting fake.
How you handle your blessings,
and deal with mistakes.

As is the way
The way of things in life.

Peace,
won't be the quick option
without chaos at first
Like a storm,
there comes a silent calm in the end.

You only know peace
when you've known it's chaos.

Amounts of time given to people
should be equally given back,
Time is fragile like glass
you can lose fragments of seconds.

Love is a gift
more worthy in the present
The moments you have now
could be the very last.

A second to breathe
is a display of your life's capacity
Now,
is the time you make the most of
Later,
is always unpredictable.

All seem lost,
with age we find ourselves
Identity,
builds on self discovery
The journey of life all must take.

You'll lose more than you gain,
hurt plenty more
Than you usually heal
But for all purposes,
we live a life that breaks us
And constantly build overselves much stronger.

Be as it may,
the handbook of life would simply say
Make the most of each and every day.

Violets and roses,
not a picture perfect Love scene

Like Valentine's Day.
Movies scene fake,
so less important compared to a dream.
But the kisses
are tender much,
Even before our lips touch.

Love,
is an essence I can't get enough of
So if to starve from it
means I'm surely hungry for love.
A couple tattoo kisses
stay stuck on my flesh, deep down to bone
Of the Mrs,
memories drawn, but hurt me crazy like a thorn

Rose,
sharp are her words, and her body
A often ***** thought in my mind.
I should clear that room,
dust it a few, but I'm still enjoying the view.
I could go blind,
but stay having imaginations vivid of you.

X and O's,
once for crossing my mind
And O,
how I tell you that I don't mind.
One on the heart,
and two for the hole it has.
X right on the spot,
and O, am I not so glad.
For an XO,
written by my heart
Carried by my soul,
so many colours of you to pick from
Babe you're like a personal kaleidoscope.

Do I even know myself,
asks the joke
Really does a joke know
it's a joke
In the reality of life.
Or will it just laugh it off,
wondering if they're laughing at or with them.

A disguise to my eyes,
with lots of secrets to them
I tell you sir, I could hide.

Pardon a Sir,
with a prize to his emotions
Surprise,
often more than I bargained for
As are emotions,
never what you picture
Or really something to be shelved in a draw.

I should really take my time
to find my peace
It's hard though when you yourself
are a bunch of pieces
Artistic creation,
sculptured by the pain of my literary work
Words,
used against me to question worth.
What's purpose,
if you really don't know what you're put
On this Earth for?

Questions,
of every living being
What's the purpose of our very being
What you've come from,
and where you've been
Would you still close your eyes,
even if you couldn't see that dream?

I really question the most,
answers seem rarely available
In every one of my hurts
there's potential for growth
And in every one of my relationships
a goal to be relatable.

If you easily related to my words,
your say is welcome
Thankful,
for the love and often hate I didn't deserve
For in a world
filled with hate for love
Love over hate,
I really can't complain.

They are the things
that development my very being.

In a dark night
I built myself a black coffin,
to bury all my fears
With a couple dark thoughts
and some black tears.

As is my old self,
buried away underneath the past
Ten feet,
stepping away from the before
Descending,
going to be part of the Earth
Apart from me,
I could never bury away self worth.

Even being stuck in a hole,
won't grantee one to be as open
As a whole,
entirely sure I have pieces left of my soul

In my hollow depression,
fear was a chain of thoughts
Keeping me in captivity,
so to free my mind
A piece of me had to die
Buried alive.

Like my deep thoughts,
I had dig myself into a deep hole.

Buried alive,
the old sinks beneath me
The new me has will to survive.
Buried alive,
digging away pieces
As does our past selves decay.

What's of the dark
goes back to those origins
And of every one of our mistakes,
fears, regrets and all
They go beneath us,
and we will surely rise above them all.

Parts of me want to be good,
not equal to me being bad
But I always feel misunderstood,
for being this sort of sad
Never what I planned,
thinking with age I'd be a man
But I'm still stuck in boyhood.

Boys being boys,
boy I wish that was always true
State of employ,
working on myself, hoping this works out
Finding myself without a clue,
not a chaser of clout
Maybe because I prefer to be silent
that all my demons seem loud.

To scared to grow,
even if it was for a pair
Would the good fruits show
going against the Peers,
Pressure on me for it,
trying to act different from the rest of the kids.

End of line!

Manhood calling on the other dial
Ringing in my head,
you should be well invested in the future
Sorry though,
I seem to have lost some interest
Man tells me I'm nothing without culture,
but hate to be known for cliché customs
Be a hot head,
volcanic to opinions erupting
But I don't think I'm good to rupture.

More I've been told,
less big boys in the world crying
To your emotions
put them always on hold.
No, I won't.

End of line!

Here's a call to the conversation,
I'll speak my preferred tone
Say if I'm down,
I shouldn't be afraid to admit I'm alone
Despite the occasion,
it's less eventful of me faking a frown.
Even with a grey cloud,
no reign of power
Determines how I'm feeling now.

A boy still at heart,
with a man deep in my soul
Carrying a spear
of the sharpness of his mind
It points out my often wild side,
As is the Spirit of tame,
coming full circle to be whole.
I take all of what makes me man,
gladly I do claim.
Loud as mountains could hear,
hear me acclaim.

Daily old friend
like the newspaper prints,
We're making headlines
the stories of a previous generation
Imaginative,
each piece of us, a verse
Fact,
all that is cons and a Prose.

Inventive,
of design per our discovery
We've found to channel
the very skills birthed in us
To now control
those far hidden skills living remotely.

But that's if you're willing
to tell a vision.

Aspired,
to reach the many highs
Inspired,
by our heroes who've made it to their peak.
Hopefully we won't fall,
in season itself
But if we do, from our fall
let's grow again.
Find that step, and sprout out in the spring.

True heros story,  
knows many trials and tribulations
Legendary heros,
face legendary oppositions
Never a joyous read
in every chapter,  
But worth every page turn,
till you reach the conclusion.

Raging
wars inside my head
Sleeping
buried as if dead,
Four times the strain
inside my brain,
Losing count of thoughts. I forget,
Especially now
with this aching migraine.

Shut eyes
hope to block out the ache
A couple pills
to numb myself to sleep
So much so,
I might not even wake.

And of course;  
water to wash it down
I feel so much disorder,
my brain feels upside-down
Christ almighty hears me cry,
about a thorn to the Crown.

The light surrounding,
covered with a backhand
A slap of fire strikes my front end.
Praying in
the echoes of pain,
That you silence the noises
of this constant migraine.

Sky's falling,
could you catch all the pieces?
Loads will fall,
but don't burden yourself with
Life's overload.

Even with knees shaking,
taking the weight of the world
Don't force it on yourself
to have your back breaking
Troubles always seem to follow
as you're heading in the right direction
On the other hand of it,
all that follows is left behind
Troubles won't be with us at the destination.

Take it like a train,
on this long railway of life
Learning to train your mind
on every piece of knowledge we gain
In a route of life
not always custom to follow a line.

Things go along in curves,
don't be hell bent to force them to go straight
The journey of it isn't as easy
walking out of it through a wide gate
Still you should walk into
things you worked for to deserve.

So when all seems
to be falling in pieces
Remember,
many pieces built-up your worth
Live it out without any a cost,
perhaps to all it could be purpose.

With a breath of air,
I'd like to feel a little fresh today
like a mint of course,
But I'm perhaps too spicy for the world,
a peppermint too much
Of course my wording would be sharp
at the very tip of my tongue,
Spearmint tasty.

Still like a treat
with all these mints
How wouldn't you think me a little
too sweet.

Food for thought,
the harsh truth is the hardest to digest

You deserve more of
what you get,
Little glances at you
more than enough to make any fall
Tis be like a season of love
long before the spring of roses on Valentine's.

Though I'm still not the biggest
fan of the time
You've blown into my thoughts,
controlling my hearts AC
Forced to adapt

But if I cross my eyes
before you cross my mind as always.
You might see the X right
on my heart.

So you could treasure my
love, cherish it for the worth
Gladden me babe
to gladly be in love with you.

People crawl under skins,
calling you vain
Picking at thoughts,
to call one picky
Act to turn the other cheek,
to call another cheeky.

Life with complicated people,
much complicated ourselves
In over our heads,
won't get over ourselves.

Another day gone,
but days aren't lost for us
The best of mankind,
means to keep on looking
Wishing for it on make believe
genies, will only rub off
Nothing is above down
to earth people
Living on solid ground for growth.

If we've forgotten
how to grow,
What fruit of us will it show?

Descendants falling hungry,
of knowledge not taught
We're responsible for legacies better
than ones of us in the past.

Ghost fires,
blaze away at the spirit
At the core
is the very essence of child
A fallen being,
also a flame yearning to rise.

The ashes of old
have come to be grey,
And in beauty
the growth of a Rose.

Bright and red
like the flames that conceived her
Rising to kiss the sky,
but knows to defend herself.

To the world,
a sure thorn to it's side
But to it's people,
an example to live with a spine.

From Fires that created,
she's a blazing storm of worth
From Earth that holds,
she knows her very roots
And Water that calms,
life in her does surely flow.

As is the life of her.

Any feels less of themselves,
staring at broken walls
Desperate screaming for help.

Walls never reply,
they hold secrets
If the walls were talking,
they'd have a lot to say.

Behind every crack,
is hidden hurts inside a black hole.

A wish of,
more time to have said this.
And in perfect worlds,
time travel is an impossibility long solved.

But as is the case,
you say a thousand more words.
Still in time,
they'd have to meet their fate.
Even with all the time in the world,
feels like you've never said enough
At their very last breath.

The harsh truth of time
which taught us this.

Accept things as they are,
appreciate what was before.
Always the clock moving forward,
Such the lesson
And with time,
comes the acceptance.

When I do you wrong
you never do talk
But when I see those eyes
they tell a thousand words.
And it breaks my heart,
to know I'm robbing your worth.

I read into your mind,
seeing a lot of me I don't like.
And baby I,
know bad history and I are almost alike.

But don't you let those tears fall
before I do my best
Let me fix my words,
admitting I was wrong.
Though my pride hates that,
it bites at I must confess.

Still the stinging hurts less,
to when I'm giving you stress.
I know I'm not always the best,
but I could always do better.

Like the seconds on the clock,
give me a second chance.

Stuck in my ways,
it's become a sticky situation.
Bought myself a tube of glue,
to be stuck in love.
Still love needs more than adhesive,
you could be stuck to something
But something would hate to be stuck on you.

Hope in less fortunate times
belongs to the Brave
Life lives on the lines
of man surviving on God's grace.
As is faith,
waiting on what comes our way
On what will save.

I've seen the Devil in their eyes,
and look to Heaven in the skies.
There's a lot of evil in the world,
but free are the chosen.
When it falls down,
just know we'll be soaring.
Though it feels like you're falling,
as the dark tries to steal what is glowing
For the chosen will be rising in the morning.

We're all so different,
But we need love
All the same.
If the world won't change for the better,
Then we'll give it change.

Books of old,
have held the knowledge of new.
Testimonies of the days before,
prophecies long before us.
If you've read enough into text,
such things have come now to be true.

Looking with only eyes,
doesn't grantee any sight.
Your heart too knows,
whether it being right or wrong.
In the very darkness of night.

As too the soul,
beholds things coming before,
You spirit remains soundly calm,
as you anxiously wait for what's in store.

Take a moment of breath,
don't be so anxious and weary.
You seem to know little,
when you feel so uncertain.
Breathe now, stop you're fearing.

Be as the still waters,
find your calm.
A tender whisper to soothe a child,
find your stillness,
And sing it in song.

Play with the words,
a game of lips and speech.
Given it's direct,
it could be a movie scene.
But given it's more of an act,
I'll just play into it,
Roll under it carelessly rather than to overact.

I'm just bored with my words
aboard that ship,
Thinking me being extra firm
keeps me crisp.
But maybe I'm too much of an air head
as I lay on my time eating a potato chip.
Though if I jumped out of my ship,
I could go for a little dip.

But I guess when you swim too long,
you're soon to sink.
Swimming too long becomes a drain,
Like when I fall over myself,
when I take life as a trip.
But I do wonder if I'm
heading in the right direction.
But excuse for me changing the very topic,
I just hope to drift from it, always on floatation.

Still I'm thinking way too unstable
while trying to have a little fun.
But pardon my horseplay, my mind
isn't to stable.
But I'll just go figure the destination,
pay for that cargo of my thoughts by a waybill.

What if I bite my tongue,
and don't actually bleed.
Rather forgetting how to breathe,
thinking shady thoughts under a tree,
I might leave.

And if I'm on that very trip,
what's the destination.
Is it lower than before,
right underneath my depression.
I have a lot of love to show,
but I'm too passive aggressive.

While falling away,
wondering when I might hit the ground.
Screaming inside my head,
but the empty silence is way too loud.
How I wound up like this,
is dependent on what falls under a cloud.

Storms of emotions,
overcast my many personalities.
As stranger to so many but
definitely feeling like one to these families.

And I like to rhyme my words,
trying to connect dots.
Aiming at my target audience,
shooting these many shots.
Maybe I just want my dark thinking
in everyone's thoughts.

Not to cast a shadow over you,
but a dark reflection of cause.
So give yourself a hand,
you all deserve an applause.
You've read into my dark thoughts,
of a bleeding pen as it draws.

If we peel away the pieces
of your mind,
Tell me what would we find?

Don't slip on your thoughts,
that are lurking inside,
you might trip over, perhaps breaking your spine.

Just bear in mind.

The fall of one,
is the rise of another.
As did the previous day fall,
we're hoping in the moment to rise once again like a flower.

If I **** this world,
is it not suicide.
The same world we live in,
is the same blood of human,
Where we all reside.

My words are timeless
even though time isn't on my side.
But why should I hold onto her,
even she knows she isn't mine.

Essence of my tongue,
is a fragrance of my words.
Even when I'm tripping,
I can never fall while traffic runs,
and I quickly swerve.

For really I have to stay driven,
taking life sometimes as a race,
Trying to catch a success of waves,
but even the oceans don't show you it's grace.

Something you fail to see.

As I'm getting older,
life has a lot of boredom.
Especially at the outer edges
kept inside the border.
I'm acting really excessive,
but still come out on the other side sober.

Some days I feel like a
thousand people.
A lot of personalities,
no surprise I forget who's even leading.
It's either him or I,
we or others, or any other guy.

Who knows which version of me
even wrote this,
The same one who'd **** me if
I quote this.
A version who'd beat me with steel,
if I ever stole this.
But that's really how it is,
when you're split more than the sea by Moses

If I could die,
I could die for you someday.
When the worlds on fire,
burning in flames of denial,
Can I at least do something?

I really wouldn't mind,
to be on fire.
So just stay alive.

I really wouldn't mind,
if you could rise when it's all falling.
Just find the time,
the time to stay alive.

How so strange,
it's only on your birthday people fill
up your inbox.
As is with Valentine's,
the only time you seem to show the most love.

Be it some sort of widespread event.

I've found it sad that people don't cry much for you now,
But can cry a thousand tears when your life is lost. Ever wonder why or how?

Still I ask a question,
why haven't you cried for me in life.
In the times I myself was actually lost,
when things seemed to be down.
Why not also cry a thousand tears of joy once I'm found.

Just a personal observation,
and personal concern.
Please don't think me condescending.

In a round space of time,
everything seems to spinning in my mind.
So broken inside,
strangely enough, still alive.

Times are unfair to me,
as they are too plenty.
In the fullness of the world,
you wouldn't be surprised to find one empty.
He who has a void,
a sinking hole in the very chest,
Lest you know how to fill a black hole,
you'd only really waste away zest.

All think to medicate
is a way to an escape.
Perhaps in the moment it's a feeling of bliss,
before the feeling dissipates.
I'm high off on life,
maybe that's why I'm not feeling so great.

Counting demons inside of
my head.
Too many to count,
feels like a Hell hole,  
But that's not how I was made.

So let me pick myself up,
and wipe them off.
Before you're too far off,
right on the edge of life, ready to fall off.

Some puns by the dozen
to crack you up today.
It was exactly yesterday,
that I ended up writing this
while exaggerating.
While it was an excellent feeling,
I really came out of my shell.

My advice to you,
always look at life the sunny side up.
Because life tries to scramble your brain,
just don't act like a hard boiled egg.
And after all these egg puns,
I might need to apologise to all the
chickens for them.

Save me Lord,
for thinking suicidal.
Knees bleeding of prayer, with tears
on the bible.
Life's always a risk,
especially when you're going through it a
Lone survivor.

Humbly I must confess to you,
not always at my best,
More likely like a mess, everytime I'm
praying to you.
Last thing on my mind,
is to be thinking about death.
Seems I've become worn out,
as my heart is undressed.
So if I'm speaking much Truth,
this really started when I was young and depressed.

But isn't that the world,
all down on their luck.
We're not that surprised,
probably now we just behold.
Still I know I'm not the only one,
to say that this round kind of *****.

Maybe gone is the world,
or rather gone are we.
Half a tank of faith, the other half
definitely disbelief.
We just need some relief,
you know the type that helps you breathe.
For when you seem to have
fallen short,
You're not too far from a shortness of believe.

But wait no,
I'm just speaking about myself this time.
Something I do on the low,
as is with this smile.
Cracking deep inside of me,
for the future it doesn't know.

Pardon all my excuses,
I know they'll always be there.
such a scenic for having all
of my heroes fall to an early death.

Following people that don't follow me back,
my social dilemma is,
Sending out pictures trying
to make out trends.
But I'm really so tired of following people who aren't even my friends.

Likes I get, feel less appealing
to the hearts you most likely break.
Even for Heaven's sake,
my eyes stuck on screens even after I go to bed.

I could type out all my feelings,
but fail to say them face to face.
Questioning how you might to react
before where even in the same place.
I've loaded myself with shots to the head,
with all of my thoughts playing Russian roulette.

What more do people actually
expect of me,
Carrying the smile of a camera lens,
without a saved filter of glee.
Taking tiny snippets of me,
a lonely example.
Through all the stories,
wishing to switch my own channel.
But that's just a sample,
for me to believe I don't really matter.

So to caption this,
saved to my feed.
Holding breath on people's views
of all you do, you might not breathe.
Maybe one day I'll blow up,
but I know that fame won't be a breeze.

Just asking you please,
help out a fellow on his social dilemma.
Speaking to people is holding
up the highest of pressure.
Trying to post my life to something
beautiful and better,
Slowly believing my accumulated fame is lasting forever.

Still why isn't the world doing me any better,
when I'm feeling this social dilemma.

Serenade a tune to all my
troubles and fears,
Singing till the sun is setting
down on them all.
Singing, goodbye, goodbye,
surely in deed.
I'm a sinking ship,
but I still know how to breathe.

Certainly misfortunes knows
well the misfortunate.
How could anymore misfortunes
follow me now?
I don't have anymore tears
to cry about problems keeping me down.
I just paint a smile,
laughing about it just like a clown.

Dancing away till I lose my steps,
misstep my reasons to worry.
Even knowing the entire future,
makes counting down the days you have left.
I'm in no rush to my death,
why should I hurry.

If the Heavens above me,
want me knocking at the gates till noon,
They'll send me a ticket,
if they want me arriving home soon.

So let me sing a tune,
caring not of the world's troubles.
One day it may crash and tumble,
But it shouldn't take me down
that glorious rumble.

As our tears fall,
so does the rain.
All things washed away
once fallen onto the ground.
All people do fall,
waiting for the hurt to be washed away.

What comes next,
new growth in the new season.
Freshness of new life reborn,
you can't ask for anything more.
Look to the skies as you behold,
the falling rains that can restore.

What once was dried up,
becomes fulfilled again.
Things once fallen,
have come now to rise.
Look with your eyes,
see the beauty of what falls from the skies.

Self traits, self shame,
titles holding onto everything
Self harm, self blame,
really what's the point of anything?

Self pity, self saved,
thinking we better ourself.
Self-centred, self engaged,
we really don't care about anything else.

We're just self abusive, self-destructive,
enemies of our own.
Self-loathing, self obstructive,
always tear ourselves for being torn.

We sell ourselves into being selfish.
As is human nature,
Selfishness like a fetish

Our lives should be like the
stars of the sky.
Amongst all darkness,
there's always a light standing out.

So many stars out there,
still you can be the brightest one.
Even though we sometimes don't see it,
there's a light inside all of us.

To the shyest of most,
the ones doing the most.
All think of us quite timid,
still the timid kind, isn't shy
to their thoughts.

A step into our minds,
might lend you a slip.
You'd be so surprised to find
what's inside,
So you've heard,
the quiet ones are the loudest inside.

As the face can be tame,
there's something wild of us.
Granted we have some thoughts
to bring us to shame.
As is often our nature,
these thoughts tend to spring up.

The biting of my tongue,
there's something I'm shy to say.
As is my character,
as is how I'd act in a play.

This is an opening of an open
conversation of a mind.
Opening the mouth to speak,
just not open to pour out lies.

As with an open heart,
opens the way to your soul.
Don't leave it so open to things
that you fully don't know.

We ask God to open a way,
but don't openly take it.
Some aren't open to change,
rather only open to the one they want.
So like an open call,
it seems to only be an act.
Too many play into things we're not,
openly falling into the consequences of that.

So I've openly written you all
a piece of my heart,
Perhaps to open your eyes,
hoping all are open to see.
I can't say this is an open file,
I'm just opening up as me.

Open to your own opinion,
and what you have to say.
Maybe add your own opinion,
something you're open to convey.

The echoes of life
cracks bones, and may shatter us all.
Like a glass hanging off the window,
all are often broken and fragile.

In tiny little whispers
silence calls you closer to fear.
As it always knows your name
knowing who and what you are.
It's a voice within us all.

Life can feel so lonely,
as an empty dark corner
In that very dark, it seems no one cares to see you.
You feel so alone.

But you're not,
just a victim to a mental state.
A state you don't fight on your own,
we're a lot feeling let down by life.
Why we're really so down.

We're the echoes screaming
from inside ourselves.
Please. Can anybody hear us.

Looking into your eyes
why do I see more of me than you.
Like tunnel vision
finding lightness on the other end?

This feels like a rising sun
over a fallen dawn
A whisper of ten thousand thunders
I'm counting before the storm.
The rain will definitely fall soon
as will I, at the rein of love.

So perhaps I should take cover
under that tunnel.
Being head over heels,
might end up losing one of the two.
Inside this secret little tunnel
leading me to you.

Tell me if I can stay here.

She told me I should save my penny thoughts,
but I told her I'm not changing over.
Because in full disclosure,
I'd like to think I'm learning more
getting older,
So save your pennys trying to buy my worth,
I'm worth more than the money you owe me.

Isn't that beautiful,
I like to try and beat my heart,
beat out the cause,
But I'm only beating myself as usual.

I'm clueless to a lot of things,
a hint of me gets lost in dreams.
I often sink from thinking deep,
can barely breathe.
So save me please,
before I end up another sinking ship.

Cause I'm like an act,
I might play your heart and mind,
Even when I seem relaxed,
I'm more unexpected than a surprise.
So you best be wise.

Beware of me!