Three thin walls and a faux wood grain
This is my home, four hours a day
Turning the page, writing in scribbles
Hundreds of books with tests in the middles
Out on the hour, sit in the sun
Wait for the scheduled break to be done
Back to our desks, writing away
This is my job, four hours a day

Will there ever be someone so graceful, so kind
A person so prominent, invading my mind

A comrade, a companion, a brother to me
My searching's in vain; no other I see

I end this writing with a simple request
Please, let your day be simply the best.
My friend.

Traversing the tundra as my thoughts tear to tatters
      My heart starts to wonder if anything matters.
I stumble, I fall, my scrapes start to bleed
      I've abandoned the loved ones that I dearly need.
The earth here is cold, the outlook is bleak
      The love of another, I desperately seek.
I'm caught up in cold, I'm blinded by snow
     Will we meet again? I cannot really know.
I will lay down to sleep in the arms of Jack Frost
     *Do not come to find me, it's too high a cost.

These strange people tell me of a place they control. A place filled with knowledge, and secrets untold.

I do want to go there, my curiosity is true. Maybe I'll meet someone who is just like you.

Or maybe a land full of darkness and greed. A world mirrors ours? The last thing I need.

I entered today, and knew you weren't there, because for my emotions, not anyone cared.

My thoughts were untameable.
In a single moment, I changed gears.
I started struggling to keep up.
And my thoughts no longer
Flow.
Everything moves too fast anyway.
My mind is thick, my thoughts are
Slow.

Discordant sounds; shrill, jarring,painful.
Two rivers, a valley, a town or two separate me from the cacophony.
I listen closely and still don't hear your blessing.
If it existed at all, it was lost in the air, battered by the chaos.
It's all I listen to anymore, the pandemonium.
It is my wish to ascend, to search from above for the long-sought approval.
I will try for the sake of my own tomorrow.

You exist
As a means of action
And your job
Is well done.

You yourself
Make the world stand still
While I struggle
To learn my lesson.

I find
Every moment without your presence
Feels like a
Waste of an opportunity...

To learn,
To live,
To love,
To exist,
Like you do.

Her name is Autumn.
She can write, write so beautifully.
Her name is Autumn.
Her written word makes my soul dance quickly.
Her name is Autumn.
She ponders things I never think of
A dreamer of dreams,
A schemer of schemes,
And a wonderful lady at that.
A lady named Autumn.

Light dances behind your eyes.
I see you as someone who doesn't speak lies.
I've done it before, I'll do it again.
I'll let you down hard, God only knows when.
I'll crawl back to you on my hands and my knees.
A strange fascination, like a child with keys.

You've done something grand, and you've done something kind.
But I'll do something wrong, and I'll change my mind.
Or maybe I wont, I haven't decided.
I hope, when you leave, I'll be able to fight it.

This pain that I feel when you aren't around
Every time it returns, it runs me aground.
As the Earth and the Sky merge in the distance,
I sit here and wonder...
What this is.

It's taken me all too long to realize
What I see when I look into your eyes
I once thought it was a feeling of love
My heartbeat would match that of a dove
Thoughts of other things cleared from my mind
At last I was allowed to find
The feeling for which I had been so patient
What I feel now is admiration.

It's him again. The reason why.
I start anew, my pen has pride
It's him again. The reason why.
My pages are blank and full at the same time
It's him again. The reason why.
My joyful laugh, my sorrowful cry
It's him again. The reason why.
Days where I just can't get by
It's him again. The reason why.
I've cried so much, my eyes are dry
It's him again. The reason why.
Can't bring myself to say goodbye
It's him again. The reason why.

It's like a crystal fountain
Spouting out perfection,
And in the end we see that
we were mesmerized.

Now the fountain's dry,
and in the public's eye
it holds no more purpose
except to hurt and haunt us

The bottom of the basin
is dried up like a raisin
it's dusty and in shambles
it's where my heart now lies

Months have come and gone
rain came with the dawn
and now my heart's content
and I am whole again.

A dull roar in our ears
Life goes on for eighty years
Cities of glass, castles of stone
Wars of flesh, blood and bone
Unrequited love, riddled with heartache
More than any human could take
Friends or foes, allies or enemies
Songs with righteous melodies
When we receive all that we want,
Then no more dreams for ghosts to haunt

You can teach me something.
Show me anything, help me learn
Make the wheels in my mind turn.
It could be the most trivial thing,
Something you discovered on Google, or Bing
You could know the whole song, or a few pieces
Anything you teach me is more than decent.
What has the most value in the big blue earth?
For me, your knowledge beings the most mirth.
My friends, my allies, they know so much
About people, places, life and such.