He played that guitar
like cupid on a broken heart
or a harmony upon a harp.

The sad instrument wept
his tears unto the dry crowd
and they sighed in saturation.

And once he was drained
of everything he kept contained
they lit their lighters, begging for more.

Alas, he was alive no longer,
and had nothing but great nothings
left to give them.

So they took the silence,
and gave it back to him.

At the age of 16,
I am a mother.
Now they are not own kids.
I didn't give birth to them.
But I am their mother.

They are those I take under my wing.
Those to who I give love unconditionally.
Those who I hold while they cry.
They are my kids.

Happy Mother's Day!
To those who are mothers,
To those giving birth,
To those barren yet love others.

To those who are single dads,
Because you are mothers in your own way.
To the grandmothers, and aunts.
To the mother-in-laws.

To the daughters and sons,
Who no longer have there mothers in flesh.
To the orphans and broken.
To you.

Happy Mother's Day
Because face it,
We've all acted as a mother in one way or another.

Set me free?
What if I long for freedom,
Yet and comfortable where I am?
In this prison of mine,
That I created?

Set me free?
I'm more dangerous out there than I am in here.
I'm dangerous to myself.
Can't you see?

You can't set me free.
My prison is myself.
I'm locked in with myself.
Set me free?

Do you know how to set me free?

I'm gonna break down.
I've held this in too long.
And of all the places in gonna melt down..
It has to be at work.
Wonderful.

Silent.

Without words,
I am mute.
I cannot tell you how I feel. 
I am silent.

Without music,
I don't have emotion.
I can not express myself.
I am silent

Without soul,
I am empty.
I can't feel.
I am silent.

But the catch here,
Is if no one cares,
I am still silent.

I've becoming a better me.
   I'm happier.
      I'm confident.
         I'm me.