Distance.
Eight letters that stretch
the fifty miles
to you
and back.
I'll run.

A hundred texts,
a dozen phone calls,
a cluster of shared laughs,
can never replace
a welcome-home hug.
I'll run.

I dream about that day.
I'll see your smile
a hundred feet in front of me.
Time doesn't slow,
but speeds up until
we embrace.
I'll run.

Distance can eat the heart.
Leave lies in the soul.
Force us apart.
When that day comes...
I'll run.

I have lost sight of the things in front of me
My pen has stopped working
I can not write what I see
I can not write of what I hear
I have lost all love of all that was dear and near

I can't understand
The workings at hand
I'm so far gone
Is there any amount of reaching
That could pull me back

I want to see colors again!!
To be bright to be bold!!
I don't want to be cold
This is so wrong here
I don't want to put my future on hold

Bring back the memories of childhood love and laughter
Bring back the happiness of a world once known
I want my heart to tingle
I want to be able to mingle
To have meaning
To be beaming
I don't want to hide
I don't want to just go along for the ride
I want to feel pride
If only I could put these useless feelings aside
Rest assured I don't want to die
But that's how I feel inside

lack of caring lack of sharing
lack of people to repair mental dings
ego is bruised by an unused muse
whose body was willing but mind was wailing
stale things have more of a crunch
like relationships and chips for lunch
it's just a hunch so don't be scared
pretenses melt when the chest is bared
tickling, touching, gentle, ******
simply subsides into being psychotic
pulling on ropes with no safety word
the thought of a tear is merely absurd
no sadness or pain only pleasure in here
dungeon underground to ease the fear
of normalcy that comes over thee
when life becomes a rut in which the feet are stuck
trench foot caused by stagnant living
mud falls in and it's just not giving

hard wisdom gained unclear, now hazy
joys of lives scarred lived full and beautiful
the love,knowledge unknown an Iron curtain.
live ever did I from
some core of being
with you and myself
hoping you did too.
were we zombies
ideal,lovely,unsure
just living in our souls?

Cause lost with no direction

Was my unique destination

Couldn't choose a way

I have no way

My mind burned by all those thoughts,And i got no affirmation

Twisted up side down ,Is there any translation!

For those intuition

I feel haunted by frustration

And in doubts i have seeked for explanation

Thinking i may come upon the truth but ''Worry is a misuse of imagination''

I have  lived  in the middle of contradiction

Can't count anymore how many times i stared to white walls without being paralysed by hesitation

Every time i try to make things  right it all goes wrong

People showed me no mercy when i'm  too fragile ,they treated me like i was made from none

There was a day i woke up with fears to lose my breath and not having some one else to replace his missing place

Could'nt stand the footprints that people puts in my heart and take it away once they leave

They say people come and leave for reasons

Since when there is reasons for my self bleeding!

Could you make my soul come alive?

Could you drive me home through waves?

And i feel like lost with no direction  

Wished for a happy isolation

Around nature, trees, flowers

I will find somehow my self in such place

I thought my laugh would save my life

If only i can take the time back i would change

The regrets that kept me lost in a wide space

I will land somehow in a safe place

Live prosperity and serenity to the bones

No hateful malignity ,no heartless perfidy

Would make my heart beat for hate

I was born clean just a smile in the face

And all i have  known that happiness is the key to life

and there are dreams and ambitions i should chace

No one** (has ever told me
that I should have a sense that
my life) belongs (on this earth, right)
here(, so I can continue to be) more than
(I ever imagined I could be.
Except for) you.

I wish I was thinner,
and I wish I ate dinner.
I wish that it didn’t smell
like peanut butter in here.

I wish she’d stop talking.
Or at least stop stalking
outside of my door.
I’m so sick of her voice.

I wish I could sleep.
And I wish he would creep
in my bed and lay with me.
But he won’t.

I wish he would call
Or acknowledge me at all.
I wish I didn’t care.
Cuz he’s not that cute.

I wish I didn’t blame myself
for things that I can’t help.
Like not being thin,
and the loud girl outside my door.

And the fact that he doesn’t like me...