lets be a star;
lets fuse like
hydrogen and
make helium,
lets become dense
and be something
beautiful.

but we shouldn't
become to dense,
we might blow up
if we do.


and that wouldn't be okay,
now would it?

The days each filled with emptiness,
and that was all I got.
I locked myself away and hid,
then my heart began to rot.

I thought I'd clear away the dark
If I kept my mind racing.
So I filled my head with thoughts of others
And built up a strong casing.

When these things each fell away,
The darkness did come back.
And now I spend each night, here feeling
Like this is a heart attack.

It is the simplest of joys that woe the most
The short wave, the brief hello
That can bring a smile to the darkest day.
As the simple joys grow to hugs and conversations,
The sorrow is lightened.

The dark cloud
Remembrance of shame
That once hovered over
And blocked these simple joys.
Will forever dim these joys.

A light can shine though these clouds
Can bring hope to the lost.
All that is needed
Is the acceptance of these simple joys.

I cannot tell you
I cannot show you.
If you could go into my mind,
You might understand.

If this was the past
I would be head over heels.
I have learned not to fall so easily
To reject emotions,
To deny love.

It is hard for me to feel.
To give my emotions to you,
I want to give you my heart
As easily as you do.

Yet I am afraid to lose you
I fear that I am not right,
That I cannot love.
You are my only hope
The test I must conquer.

Yet I cannot force myself
I cannot make myself love you
It is not you
You could be anyone
You could be perfect
I still would not feel.

You make me want to change
To be different, then what I told myself to be
Can you change me?
Can you break my chains, I locked upon myself.

She sees the world in vibrant colors
Shades that will never be discovered
It is a different world for this woman.
Everything is flowers.
When she opens her eyes nothing is covered.
However no one can see what she sees.
No one can have her perspective;
And no one will see though her eyes,
Into her heart,
Inside her soul.
Her ears are quite different;
They hear pain and hate
It is a different world from what she hears and sees.
Her heart above all is filled with hate and love.
She hates the world, but she cannot hate any individual.
She knows what it is like to be hated
And pushed down so insensitively.
So she loves
But that love has yet to be returned.
Her mind is filled with the sight of beauty,
The sound of hate,
And emotions with no range.
Because of this
She will never be understood,
Never loved,
And never accepted as who she is.
So, the mask goes on
Hiding all of these,
“flaws”.

Each puff infuses poison and serenity.
Clouds drift off, combine with the air.
Slowly burring away years off time.
Disgust or desire,
The distant smell of the once infamous beauty.
The cancer stick, the deathly hits.
The denial of mortality caused from deadly attraction.
A single hit they say will dig you a grave,
But what’s the point if you will get one anyways.
A torch of liberty.
For the ones who find peace,
Within each calming puff.

you are laughing and raising hell
walking down the moving sidewalk
smoking a cigarette
when you notice the little girl
sitting on the rail
has not grown
closer