"Ripples in the water subside and pass, leaving an image left to stare at."

Take another look at what lies.  For there is more to it, then what meets the eye.  Like a book that one reads.  Open it up and you'll see...

-Don't assume things, that you know nothing about.  The next time you might want to think, before you decide to open your mouth.

Standing there trying to foretell.  Everything about me like you got me figured out.  Not one bit concerned that you might be wrong.  But instead convinced that you must be right.  Claiming you can do that through sight.

Now you start to gaze.  Your mind at haze from a pretty face.  Leaves your thoughts unsure on where to precede.  Shows how much you really knew me.

If others can outlook you one person point of view.  Maybe then you can over look your judgment too.-

Cannot define a book, by just looking at its cover.  So don't think you understand the script, in which you never read between the lines.  The same as hating a food you never once taste.  You shouldn't judge in the first place.

"Look deeper within and past that image's reflection.  Might be surprised on what one finds.  Would of never knew it was there, if one never took the time."

"Time passes. Even when it seems impossible. Even when each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse of blood behind a bruise.
It passes unevenly, in strange lurches and dragging lulls, but pass it does."         -New moon (Bella Swan)

He walks through his world as a dark soul.
Motionless to everything beyond his control.
Link of chains that drag behind him by each passing day.
A drifter to this earth, fallen off his path to become a stray.
Like a drifter in time, wishing to go to outer-space.
Dragging his broken heart he cannot fix nor replace.
Drifting to and from the shadows hiding, sunrise to sunset.
Never to regret the love he once had and will never forget.
To every provoked memory his mind forces him to reminisce.  
Is a reminder of the time he found beauty, peace and bliss.
Putting a dagger to his wound, revealing the pain that still exists.
Cannot protest, he grabs his chest, the burn of his agony he digest.

"Standing before the ocean, I drift away."

Blue skys turning grey.
A storm heading this way.
The waves crash onto the rocks.
Destroying everything it locks a hold of.
Taking it away.

Standing there.
The wind beneath my hair.
A cold breeze fills the air.
Blowing everywhere.

The waves,
Are what catches my eyes.
Feeling as if I could just fly,
Away and be saved.

Staring past the ocean.
I reach the horizon.
The unknown.

So I drift away.
My pain slightly fades.
My mind clears.
Nothing to fear.
For the heavens are near.

A rain drop falls.
Slides past my check.
I wish this storm would stall.
So I can see what it is I seek.
Every things  is out of my reach.

Trying to understand,
That when I'm gone,
The world will still go on.

I maybe nothing,
That truly matters.
Over time,
I'll be erased.
So for now,
Let me drift away!

Close your eyes and dream.
For dreams are everything,
life can't always bring.
As you lay in bed,
your imagination begins.
Things that were never said,
are forming pictures in your head.
Don't have to be who you are,
be someone else instead.
Are things burning you inside?
Then all you have to do,
is simply close your eyes.
And start DREAMING!

"The words enter your mouth, but every time your mouth opens, nothing comes out."

Another moment you have just let pass by.  Hesitated, cause you had to think twice.  Held back by a shyness, surrounded by a quietness.  Leaves you silent.

No sudden movement, not even a sound.  You decide to hold your tongue, as you look down.  For all the words you could of said, your patients remain limited.

How long can you go before you break? -Makes you wonder how much more of it you can take.

NOW, furious with yourself.  You bottle up your anger, hoping that it will soon melt.  Causes more weight to be place upon your shoulders. As you try and adjust, so you can get things back in order.

Your shyness is irresistible.  It too obvious in all eyes.  Makes others thing, you have mystery to hide.  Pulls others closer, wanting to get inside. So they can uncover the secret that lies.

Exhale, and breath.  Tell yourself next time you'll make a difference and speak.  Won't hold back, but instead let it unwrap.  Won't question why, but instead speak your mind.  So that way, you'll feel like breaking the silence all the time.  Maybe NEXT TIME!

"Opportunity stands right in front of me, knocking at my door."


A new feeling never felt before.  A new path waiting to be explored.  A mystery needing to be discovered.  An untold questions about to come unfold and be said.

(A new day unlike the rest.)

-Does he speak?  He says yet so little.  That there is still more of him to be seen.  Locked up inside he hides all his thoughts and dreams.-

Can he hear my thoughts.  Has he too heard my cries.  I can but only question if this man has any flaws.  Because at times it is as if I'm staring back at the other half of me.

-As time flies by, he passes looks with just his eyes, and exchanges kisses with mine.  That the sense of touch and smell starts growing stronger.  Leaving these questions to remain unknown.-

He looks at me as if he knows what he is doing, while I look at him questioning the unknown.  These words at the tip of my tongue waiting to be said.  But some how won't come out and instead start to get buried deeper within me.

-I press my head against his chest.  Listening to his heart beat, while mine misses a step.  Causing me to take another breath.-

So feet don't fail me now, as I'm hoping my heart won't give out.  I think I'll leave my heart behind and take another step forward.


What tomorrow might bring,  I will never know.  When the time is right,  every thing will fall into place.  But until then,  I'll leave it a mystery waiting to be told.

"Wake me up, I must be sleeping. I lay in bed dreaming. Dreams of Life and Death, images invade my head.  When I wake I'll be dead. There will be nothing left."

She sits in a room of silence, to ease her mind.
There her brain can slow down, stop and rewind.
She falls back in to time.

"As the world shifts, time swallows her inch by inch."

Future, Present, Past
She relapse
Start to finish, First to last
Again she goes walking through time.
She steps up to the line.
Watching her life uncombined.
An invitation of no decline.
She faces her life.