We have righteous belief.

In a world like ours, you must believe in something.

When you believe in one thing,

It can lead to another.

If you say you believe in nothing,

Then, why do you stutter?

Can you see it?

The horizon, it's calling me.

Can you feel it?

The ocean, dangerous and weak.



I see you.

I feel you.



How come you can't see me?

Why won't you feel for me?

What have I done to you?



I'll tell you; I did nothing.



You only see what your eyes disguise.

You only feel what your heart desires.



You don't see what I see;

And I see for me.

You don't feel what I feel;

And I feel for you.

I found this
old hat at
the Salvation Army.
I liked it, it fit well;
kind of Sinatraesque.
I've received lots
of compliments.

But it doesn't stop the
cats from screeching in
the night.
It can't quench my
thirst.
It will never bring
my Mom and Dad back.
It's just a hat.

It can't fix my
relationship- it won't
break the horse or
heal
Lautrec's legs.
It won't give Vincent
his cobalt blue dreams or
give back Poe's
Annabelle Lee.
But
it's my hat and
I like it.

Don't tell me you love me,
If you don't see a future with me.
Don't let me fall for you,
If you're not planning on catching me.
Don't make me any promises,
If they're all just empty.

Don't make me feel loved,
If you're gonna use it against me.
Don't take my heart,
If you're just gonna break it.
Don't promise me forever,
When you really mean good bye.

                                                              Ash

I hate time.

I hate telling it.

I hate seeing it go by being wasted.

I hate what it ruins.

But I love what it brings...

I love what it tells.

I love the unexpected.

You can't regret this...

I love that I don't hate it.

I'm learning to wait patient.

With the time being,

I'm not so sure.

Later on,

Time can only become more pure.

You can defeat time on your own.

Don't forget about it,

Keep up and follow it through your doors.

Time is walking.

Time is waiting.

Do something you're anticipating.

All I have is grown up thoughts now.
I don't see that girl anymore, that child.
That child was never a child.
Just a girl.


In an extremely different world.
The one she used to get away from the confusing pain.
She screamed, sobbed, and stared her way through life.


Knowing how others had pain, so she never complained.


The screaming was to release anger.
The crying was to show her heart.
The staring was to test if others could stare back and find something more within the "innocent happy child".


The girl had something that was magic.
Her kind of magic.


Music played around her, in her head, and everyday to be an escape.
It was never just an escape route, it was a road to feeling happiness.
The happiness she deserved,


That we deserve.


Now, still to this day, the girl listens to music...
Not because of the escape, adrenaline, or odd feeling of emotions;
It's all for the passion and love that she feels.


Music is her safest place,
It's more than a dream or a part of imagination.


It was God's gift to her path, it is the start of her story creation.

Show me the stars, as they glisten as they sparkle.
Show me the signs...
Is it true?
Am I a miracle?
It seems people forget you breathe.
Am I alive or is this a dream?
The roads I go down at night, the light falls right behind.
Is it my time?
Oh lord, will it be divine?


The things I've cried for are countless.
My tears are overwhelmed by their own sadness.
The things I see in my sleep, are they of sin or scar?
I'm sure people wonder if I'm alright; the truth is you never are.
The people who are sick will be healed.
Only to be new and reveal something beneath.
When in need you are hurt.
Pain is unbearable if it's true and clean.
My words will cut deep...
Oh lord, will you keep me?


I'm sorry if I intrude, maybe I'm even rude.
My thoughts can no longer be set aside.
After a while, I wonder if someone will be there for a lifetime.
If not I'll be fine...
Oh lord, here comes the circle of crime.


Will I be able to shine?
Like the stars above without daylight in sight.
My sight grows as the flowers bloom.
In touch with the people, I assume.
I cannot be contained like an animal, choosing the river to keep me afloat.
I will not stand down, I will not sink.
Lord the day I do; please come save me.


For I shall drown in the ocean of my thoughts...
I sought for you, for you I won't give up.