Peace and dirt,
break that fight,
get together out in the wild.
.
Have a drink, get up and dance,
laugh together while you can.
.
Love with all your heart.
.
Watch your friends,
enjoy life.
.
Sing a song,
play guitar,
join in the game of Life.
.
Be aware of your smiles.
.
Take a chance.
.
Scream your lungs out.
.
Use the things around you,
take your time,
but make it last.
.
Keep these memories all your life.
.
Cook something,
eat it all,
enjoy the taste while you're still here.
.
Star a fire on the beach,
go camping out in the cold breeze,
enjoy the summer all your life.
.
Sing songs,
play games,
laugh with all your friends.
.
Take love,
but give love as well.
.
Enjoy it,
it is the moment,
the moment of your lives.

The hardest part isn’t waking up
The hardest part is getting up
When you barely slept at all and your mind races
.
The difficult part is opening your eyes
When there are demons eating away your mind
When your heart is racing and your hands are shaking
.
The painful part is when the ache is too real
When its not just your mind shattering,
But your body breaking too
.
When you wheeze for air and clutch at your chest
When your hands are shaking and there’s not enough air
When the nightmares close up around you
.
But the most tiring part, the most exhausting part
Is trying to hide it all cause you’re supposed to be happy
Cause you’re not supposed to fall.

Give me enough alcohol and I'll become either
      a Poet or a Cynic.
           Maybe even both at times, although that never
                  ends up right.
                        A worded bitter will make you loathe the world
                                without your consent.

The ocean is calling,
calling for me,
he wants me to
get lost in him.
To join the white foam,
to go and say hello.
.
Nothing's here to stop me,
only the cold dry wind
of some cold and silent place
that lures me into the dark,
to some colourless scene,
to some lifeless landscape.
.
I try to run, to call out,
"I'm coming! Wait!"
But all I see is them leaving,
without me, leaving me here
on a wasted island,
by myself.
.
So I stay here,
without anyone,
waiting in the nothingness,
waiting nothing,
only the silence interrupts
all these thoughts in my mind.
.
These void and empty thoughts,
rough, cold and dry,
as the day on this island,
dark, wet and cold,
like all the nights here,
enlightened only by a dim hope.
.
That someday, someone
will come along
to take me back to the world
and end this loneliness,
erasing the memory of my time
alone here on the island of my mind.