Uncorrupt,
Yield to the temptation within,
I try to mask under
my pale flaky skin.

There is nothing
you can do anymore.
You're fleeing from the ones
you love.

And in silence,
You mourn the lost.
Grieving over the ones
you left alone.

Taste the bitterness,
in your throat.
It swells in you,
and erupts...

The snow flakes fall
and I long to be exposed,
Because when they touch
it rips through the web.

And uncorrupt sins,
They speak, they scream.
They don't forget,
I won't forget.

Pay attention.

Pay attention to this moment;
To the sounds, to the lights,
To the colors in the the sky.

Pay attention to your thoughts;
To the world inside you,
And the way it guides you.

Pay attention to your feelings;
To the joy and the tears,
To the hopes and the fears.

Pay attention to your heart;
To the way that it beats,
To the rhythm it keeps.

Pay attention to your life...

The future already happened,
You're just learning the story.

Accept it. Let it run through you.

Let Love overfill your heart,
Let Light overglow your soul,
Let Hope overrule your fear,
Let New overtake the old.

This is your life;
You're doing your best.
Decide that today
Will outshine the rest.

I do not know you.
But I love you.
And if you really pay attention,
You'll feel it, too.

I'm only 21
And I'm already due
To go
In another 50
Or so

We're not designed to last long
So it's very easy to become overwhelmed
If you look at the timeline
For everything
Living, dead, or inanimate
The length of existence they hold
Is so pitifully short
It makes you sick

It's like
A joke or something
We spend out lives
Preoccupied
Stressed
And
Filled with doubt
And by the time out end is near
We finally want to realize
That the life we've lived
Was not a life at all
More like
A compilation
Of horrible jokes
Fun that lasted mere seconds to minutes
Emotions that mostly
Meant nothing
When it comes to the final
Scheme

I'm not inherently pessimistic
In fact
I've been much more optimistic
Lately than ever
But still
These things surface
When I have a few milliseconds
To philosophize
With myself

I have a bag packed, just in case,
So I can be ready at a moment's notice to catch a bus out of here,
Headed northward on to nothing.
I'll be the only passenger, he'll be the only driver,
And it'll be a kind of solitude for us both.
Too far within the trees for loneliness
And too deep beneath the snow for societal woes.
We'll do one another the kindness of not breaking the silence;
A driver and a passenger, content in the Canadian Wild.

A rose for her grave
notoriety he crave
hunger for fame his slave

Notes to police
written to tease
chase me please
cryptic theories

Wants to be caught
but just not, yet
still pleasure to be got
from being sought

A villages fear
knowing he’s near
stalking them like deer
laughing at his peers

Visits his old haunts
his crime he flaunts
with joy he taunts
his evil nightly jaunts

Captured by a twist of fate
this ending he hates
his escape too late
waiting at his warders gate

They turn the key
he’ll never be free
no access to library
to reminisce on his spree