you are apart of the universe
atoms composed in radiant beauty
the same atoms that create
the sun, moon, earth
are inside you
and like the wonderful things
apart of the universe,
you are the same as them

Dancing under scarlet skies,
With no evidence to show
That I’ll come out alive.

It’s hard to hold on when you
Deny that it’s real.
But don’t let go, please.

Drifting farther and farther from
What appears to be
Luminous bliss.

I hide myself from seeing it.
You could be my light, though
You could shine past my greatest fears.

Shine so far, shine so deep.
With my love for you,
I can only weep.

When people hear ‘blurred lines’

they think it’s a wonderful song

full of sensual enjoyments.

I only hear the story my sister told me

once four years ago

when her ****** got her drunk

and took away her innocence.

I don’t understand when people

are so ignorant that they don’t see

the lines

and why they try to blur them.

From running away all this time,
I’m out of breath.
From all the seasons I’ve seen,
I’m out of strength.

I gave up what I had to live again.
My mind was already bruised.
I didn’t think I’d be the one to run out.
I’m usually the one who ends up with the scars.

Like a bird in the sky,
I’m free but I’m lost.
Like a candle in the dark,
I can see, but I’m lost.

I wiped my slates clean, to start again.
The bridges I burnt will light the way.
I’m not going to be left on the ground.
I want to find my own way.

tonight I saw an airplane pass by,
and as I smoked I waved
to all the souls going across the sky

coming/going
visiting their loved ones, saying their goodbyes
weddings/funerals

we all have different paths
they all seem to cross
overlap/separate

In life you'll come to find,
people will tell you they love you
some people won't mean it
some don't know they don't mean it
some don't understand it

After the childish games,
someone will come along and say it again
and you'll see it's different
holds a different light,
you won't be afraid.

So many things to say.
With no time left to say them.
Waking up slowly,
To an empty bed.

Every day,
The heartache sets in.
Breathing in without you
Hurts.

Do you even have the time
To stop and think,
And wonder.
And miss.

I think what hurts the most.
Was not being left alone,
With answers untold.
With hopes destroyed.
And wonder left to dust.


I’m getting nowhere, it seems…
But I’m trying.
To get back to who I was.
Even I will never be the same.