There’s a distance in me, too great, too steep
and I have been left crawling, calling,
clawing by the subconscious defeat.
I have gasped at the beauty of mountains I’ll never climb
and envisioned myself at their peak.
But what would I do up there?
What would I do with the world at my feet?
Well, I would scream at the void,
hear it echo again and again
and know that I was finally heard.
I was heard in the end.

I hold your memory in my skin, every touch, every kiss,
embedded deep within.
On the darkest of nights, I can feel them, they burn,
They bring me warmth and comfort.
They make my stomach churn.

I will never know why you couldn’t love me,
you know a part of me doesn’t even care.
It’s your absence that speaks in volumes.
More than when you were ever here.

And should you find your happiness,
the one you couldn’t find in me
I hope you never know what it feels like
to watch them turn away and leave.

To claw at your wrists until you’ve wrung
your heart right off your sleeve.
To chase after a fading dream,
when you’ve been resigned to your knees.

Conquer the world or so we agreed,
but now that we’re here, do we have the need
for such a place so full of apathy and greed?
This isn’t how we thought it would be.

Set out to see the places on our screens,
but nothing is like it was supposed to be,
there’s a sadness here and there’s a sadness there,
so thick we could choke ourselves upon the tangible despair.

Hopes shattered in plain sight.
This is where dreamers go to die.

All the longest days, all the sleepless nights,
wasted on horizons upon which we had set our sights.
Now there’s nothing left to sink our teeth into but misery
and the bitter taste of a life lived in perpetual reverie.

World shattered in plain sight.
This is where dreamers live to die.

You always find me in the quiet moments
when the chaos all but fades,
but you’re never here when I need you,
no, you’re always so far away.
And how can I ever be good enough for you
if all you ever get to see
are all the shattered pieces
that I have to collect when you leave?
I would say that I’m just a little bit broken
but that implies that I can be fixed,
you’ve destroyed me, love and there’s no coming back.
Not from this.

Rap out a rhythm of hope,
Sing me a song of despair,
Write a book of confessions,
Let laughter ring through the air,
Show the world your pictures,
Give them a taste of your words,
Let them drift toward you,
Carrying their stories- pain and mirth

However long the wait,
Whichever path you take,
Whatever breaks your heart,
Whosever heart you break
Let it always bring forth art, expression and form,
The age old remedy for the suffering and forlorn,
     Some say an artist must struggle, and sing songs of their hurt,
I say each individual feels the need to be heard

  So let's sing out our stories,
And adorn our walls,
With paintings in tribute,
Bearing witness to all
There’s no right and no wrong
When you’re sketching a song,
Painting a poem, or dancing along!