A flock of birds speckle the cerulean sky
The world is soft silvers and gold
I hear a train in the distance
My cocoa steams like the sun
On the newly frosted lawn
I am content to be alive and awake like the rising light
That makes everything shimmer
This is life as it ought to be

Hello little child
You are wild
And you are free
Grow strong
And just be
Believe in magic
Don't be tragic
Although there is tragedy
There is comedy in grief
There is pain
And there is relief
But the belief
That good will prevail
From every bad thing
Will never cease to fail
Hope is the way
You can always cope
But you must fight
The delight
Will be when you overcome
But know this battle
Is never quite done
If you never give up
You have already won

One August day
I took your ring
You took mine
We lit a candle
We stopped time
Tear filled eyes
stares of disbelief
I still can't believe
that you chose me

Under the placid cerulean sky
Through flecks of light passing through the branches dancing of trees
flickering light illuminating
The turbulence inside of me
A cool breeze passes over
My chilled demeanor as I contemplate what is to be
I should be content but
This contempt is permeating
My being
I am seeing the beauty surrounding me
But the ugliness inside
Is a rising tide
Pulling me down slowly
As my soul floats with buoyancy
And I am currently
Swept in a current
Hoping this deterrent
Will not succumb me to the shelf of the sea
As I peer through the surface of the shimmering waters
Seeing the sky so near
I am filled with hope
But held by fear

Let us see
what is to be
but destiny can wait
we can make something great
that fate has yet to create
if we start now
no need for know how
we just begin on a whim
no expectation
for disappointment
or elation
just concentration
no frustration
or justification
just our imagination
free to explore
what else is there
but to do and dream
that is what our time is for

There is a little voice inside my head
that tells me I am better off dead

It tells me that I will let everyone down
subconsciously turning my smile to a frown

It tells me that I am miserable
it is truly visceral

I ignore it, I abhor hit
I endure it

I make it through
at the end of the day
I know none of it is true

I am alive
I will survive
and thrive
til my day comes
I will not retreat
til the battle is won
the enemy is me
but I will destroy myself
if only to save
my mental health
I am a mighty warrior
I move with strength and stealth
I wont let me
give me hell
To divide and conquer
I take the power away
to hear any of those things
I would rather not say
this internal conflict
fought with a half wit
serves no purpose
but to write verses
and I will reverse this
stigma I brought upon myself
because I am perfect
because I am no one else

I hate myself,
So, I need to change myself.
And be who I am, instead of being my self.