I hope every memory we made,
comes back to stab you in the dark.
I hope you feel the exact pain,
that I felt on a cold Sunday night.

I hope every word you said,
comes back to haunt you, like a ghost.
I hope every time you see me,
you realize you're what you hate most.

I hope that every dream you have,
is shattered like the rest.
I hope when you pick up the pieces,
you see me in the mess.

I hope someday you see,
that words mean more than love.
I hope that you remember...

My mother once told me,
"I forgive but never forget,"
which at first made sense,
to my ignorant little mind.

Why would I forget,
all the bad things said?
All the venom once spit,
in my ears and face.

But when I found myself trying to live my life,
built on grudges and animosity,
I found myself struggling to stay alive,
I was living the wrong philosophy.

I had an insatiable appetite,
for life and love,
neither of which I could get,
with this bitter taste in my mouth.

So I broke loose,
of the memories that once scarred me.
Now I forgive and forget,
so no memories can bar me.

Inside the silence,
there were voices.
Some just scratched the surface and that was all.
Whether it was the madness of the season,
or the chill running down her spine,
she left sometime in the Fall.

Her eyes glazed over with a silver lining,
lips vermilion like the cardinals in the trees,
cheeks rosy and very much alive yet,
she'd speak not a word to me.

Nor to anyone else who came to visit,
they sat, perplexed, much like myself.
No words, no cries, no, nothing at all,
could bring back the ******* the shelf.

So she sits there, just like me,
waiting for something to change.
Will flowers sprout,
and continue to grow,
in a cold month of May?

When you look in the mirror,
don't look at yourself,
don't look for your flaws,
don't compare yourself to someone else.

When you look in the mirror,
look at your life.
Look at your accomplishments,
look on the inside.

Then when you're done,
look at yourself,
and you will see a champion,
a warrior of life.
Battle tested and successful.

Because at the end of your life,
when you lay in your casket,
they don't remember you for your face.

I sat from afar,
separated by barb wired walls,
and I waited to patiently,
slowly building a bridge from you to me.

Now I sit here in the dead of night,
counting wasted months and lost time,
because I thought there was something there,
but there was nothing but words and air.

So now my bridge burns,
I wish you could get in my head so you could see what you've done.
My eyes are on fire,
my heart is a liar,
and I can't help but hold my breath.

But in the end,
you'll slip through the cracks anyway...

Tie me up and poke some holes,
in my heart and in my soul.
Watch me drain, I feel cold,
I'll deflate and you'll move on.

Simple things fall through the cracks,
she loves his love and all it lacks.
Inside the collapsed heart, I lay,
drowning in the blood that remains.

I won't move, no I won't fight,
I'll wander on into the night.
Because every single word I say,
floats into irrelevance anyway.

Sandpaper hands in the black,
steady and sure, no longer pure.
Stained with the blood,
of the forgotten ones,
stars can only watch from above.

Treading lightly on stained sand oceans,
there is no depth, only death.
Why would man ****,
when man has tongue?
Do not question Capitol Hill.

The Man says to do and so it is done,
but would the Man do it if he had the gun?

Charming in his ways and strong in his speech,
he walks all over you and me,
with his big government feet.

Don't let him push,
don't let him pull,
don't let him tug,
on the little ropes.

We aren't the puppets,
we're the puppeteers.
So let them know that,
and makes sure they hear.