He is a sunken chest at the bottom of the ocean.
Rusted rough on the outside.
Swim to find him, hold your breath.
Open him up and you'll find nothing other than perfect,
solid gold.

Her freckles reminded me something like splattered paint gifted from the sun.  

Her red hair can ignite like fire when she is happy.

She's like a warm campfire everyone likes to sit around,
Surrounded with laughs that echo in the forest.

She's the sunrise you get up early for,
Waiting in the cold.
Waiting to bask in all the colors and light because it's worth it.

She is fire.
She is heat and happiness.

She is like the sun,
A reason for people to get out of bed in the morning.

A beacon that draws everyone in.

Why do I keep going back and forth?
Waves that come and go to your shore.

Sometimes crashing and reaching further than before,
Sometimes barely kissing the edge of the sand.

Is it the push and pull of the mysterious moon?
Influencing me to rescind and other times
Throwing me forward?

Is it because I am scared to be tamed?
An ocean so deep it can't even comprehend all that it contains..

Maybe land makes me feel safe,
even if it is so foreign to an element like me.

All I want is to feel the soak,
When I am deep in between the pores of your being,
Deep underground and beneath the surface of you.

Requiring complete surrender
but it is so hard to learn
for the thrashing sea that is me...

An old soul throwing a temper tantrum.
Yelling at the sky
Hoping God is listening
If that's where he lives
Or if he even exists.

Under the night sky,
Stomping on the ground,
Glaring at each individual star,
Hoping that they can feel
My hatred.

My black, hardened chest
Cracks and shifts,
Exposing the lava pool underneath
That's been slowly burning me from the inside out.

Passion bursting through every crevice now, no longer able to hold in the pain.
Boiling in my throat, bubbling up and over, choking on a volcanic mouth.

The agony that comes from how torturous it is to have both equal opponents in the
Battle between fear and love.
I don't want to know who wins anymore,
I've had enough.

All my life has ever been was war
And all I've done was hide alone
In my trench and fox hole.

I just want something bigger,
Something more,
Without so much fear convincing me
To become the quitter.

"God," I think,
"Could I achieve enough inner agony for you to help me make it stop?"
My knees hit the concrete,
Eyes on the stars,
My skin melting off my very bones,
I collapse an empty corpse.
Every last bit of my semblance
Slowly burning like charred paper edges,
To leave behind a skeleton
And hopefully free the mind.

I will always be sitting in the middle of that blurry place
Where its grey because I'm neither black nor white
I am both and there I stay.

I will always be torn between giving
And fending for myself.
My soul says its good to give
but my heart ends up taking all the damage.

They take and take
and I know they need more...

But I'm in the middle,
I'm selfless and selfish
white and black.

I give and I give
and only hope someone
will eventually
give back.

If your heart
                      has strings attached
                                                        ­  to the stars,
                                 The night sky your puppeteer;


                                                 Then find me.


        Because I need more people connected to a belief in magic.
                                   Who's hearts live elsewhere
            And minds wild enough to fly off into space with me.

Leaves shake in the wind

As the rain pours on the forest floor below.

Water droplets soak the ground for growth.

Giving birth to new life

After storms and strife.

A fresh beginning, made from recent revision.

Sun parts through the clouds.

There's no more division.

A warm light now glows, giving view to a divine vision.

My soul now in remission.

It is time to make a very important decision.

To hold on, or go forth on the Hero's expedition.

Don the armour, be brave and bold.

Or stay back, let not the story be told.

To deny my heart, may leave me cold.

False stories I shall not be sold.

Behold, the guiding light, fire of my soul;
And through my example
Change how destiny unfolds.

When were your lyrics written into mine
And why...
Do they sound so good?

Like rain pattering off rooftops,
Or the powerful silence when the sun rises and you hear faintly
Birds singing.

You match me so well
That I finally realized
My souls song was never complete
Before you.

Our songwriter
Finally had made their masterpiece
And our notes will dance together
Making perfect harmony.

Our song will play on
For eternity
Until our hearts
Just decide to stop beating.

"Generally, people aren't good or pure hearted," he said.

And everytime I hear those words fall out of someone's mouth I can feel the sudden twitch in my heart strings.

The twinge of twisted up emotions residing in each solid beat in my chest,

Denying every ******* letter in that one sentence.

I can't, I won't,
I refuse to feel that way. . .

I don't know how to stop loving humanity.

I save my wandering thoughts for rainy days.
My memories, like old, scraped up books.
Some dusty and some frequently used.
I pull them back from the spine,
Time after Time,
To glide my hand across the rough paper
And to relive the archived moments
That have stacked in my brain.

Pitter patter.
The sand like rain falling down.
Trapped in an hourglass
Without a sound.

I'm slowly dying,
I'm gonna drown.

Panic.
Please calm down.

Why me?
More and more comes in
It's up to my knees.

How much more time are you gonna waste?
What will you do when it's up to your waist?

I look around for help but there's none to be found.
Oh no, it's almost up to my face.

I pound on the glass, I pound and I pound.
This isn't how I imagined the taste.
Why is no one around?!

This is what happens when you procrastinate.

Close my eyes and shut my mouth.
It's over my head.

Just a little more time. Please wait!
And now,
It's just a little too late.

I tend to paint my own reality.

Splash over my eyes in colorful paint

And I must see things differently.


If I saw it how it was or is

Then I wouldn't find myself

Being so wrong all the time.


I tend to find myself in my own fantasy.

I wish it wasn't this way

I'm crushed time and again

But it always stays the same.

Paint covered eyes
Dreams in my head
I've got no sense of reality
And I won't til I'm dead.

My heart won't stop
Creating a fake world
Not til the paint is gone
To the very last drop.

I've told you I'm jumping out of my skin.
Bursting out this body
And hopefully
Shedding everything
That ever kept me
From being anything
Other than absolutely free.

You don't understand this restlessness.

I've waited.
I've waited and yearned and longed
In pain for so long and I just want
It to stop.

Make the wanting stop.
The call.
Cover my ears and close my eyes
But I don't hear it from anywhere
Other than from inside.

So how do I run?
How do I hide?

I've been playing tug-o-war
For so long.
Going back and forth.
Between pros and cons.
Between loves and fears.

And it's finally exhausted me.
It's brought me down to my hands and knees.
Burnt palms and aching feet.

I drop the rope of trying.
I drop the rope of pleasing.

I stop the yelling,
I stop the pleading.

I can see no amount of words
No actions or revenge,
No love and patience,
Could ever bring me anywhere
Except back to The End.

I don't think I have it in me
To let go of all I resent.

It poisoned me long ago
And I waited to find content.

I worked for it day and night
And saw nothing in return.
No change permanent enough to ever make it work.
Now I'm drained completely
But I didn't go out without a fight.

I hope doing everything exactly
The way you wanted
Without even trying to change
Was worth it all.

Worth it all.

I just want to be the remnants of who I used to be.
Turned dark and devilish,
The thing that goes bump in the night,
Because I'm so sick of being the fairy in the forest.
The dainty flower you're worried you'll step on.
*******.
I have thorns.
I have horns
And this demon is ready to play.

Sometimes I think of our hearts
Being two cans connected by
The red string of fate
And that when I whisper into mine,
That across the distances
Of time and space,
You will hear me.

It's hard for me to say,
That in all my burning anger
That I still wish you
Could do better.

At the same time
My human heart
Wants you to destroy yourself
As I watch and
Smile.

I drop the keys on the counter
and I am ready to tell you everything there ever was about me.

Things that flit through my mind so fast I only remember them
When my mind has nothing better to do
and still they are gone in an instant.

I can feel the muscles release in my body and as I lay here
With my mind numb from all the previous encounters I've had and I still only have one wish.

A wish I have desired ever since I was young and I think I will continue to do so when my bones are so old they are about to break
and that would be that I still wish there was a way to communicate a feeling through a feeling, without speaking a single word.

There are just some feelings you can't describe by words and some ways my brain can't form the sentences to tell you what I want to say.

Just wish you could feel this,
The exact way I feel it.

Why am I always waiting for a hand
But one that reaches for more than this body.
One that reaches for my soul and one that wants to touch parts of me no one else has felt beyond this common skin.
Reach into my dreams and heart and mind,
Find me in the murky lost abyss that is
This wandering being.

You couldn't force me in any direction
At this point.
Just like we couldn't force the ocean to crash against the shore the way we wanted.
Just like how we can't control the wind or the weather.

I am like the hottest sunny days
Or the wet rain and all the storms in between.

You always said you liked hurricanes.

Well I am so much more than that
And maybe it's about time I show you
Exactly how dangerous it is
When left unacknowledged.

Could you please stop throwing your opinions, like shards of glass, at each other?
Stop trying to cut deeper
To leave scars
Just so you can be right
Or be the one on top.

I have shards in my back
Because we must be starving.
Why else would you all fend for yourselves?

It never had to be survival of the fittest.

How did it come to this?

I'm bleeding out in pain
Hoping my blood would leave a stain
So red and so deep
That no one could forget
My utter defeat.
Maybe then they'd stop
With all the money and
The greed.
The arguing, the wars.
Why not find somewhere
We can all agree?
Instead of killing, backstabbing,
And deceit.
I'm bleeding out.
Got cut
From being in the middle
Of the fight
Where we want our words
To lash out like glass
So we can be heard.

When the silence starts
And there are no words left.
When glass just isn't enough and
The talking comes to a stop,
Then we will know there's trouble
As the bombs begin to drop.

My heart forever lies in the pines,
Standing on the edge of a cliff, arms high, and that cold, crisp breeze.

I reside in the mountains,
On the road,
In my hippy van.

Ya that's where you'll find me
Because that's where I always am.