You followed me down
But you made it back up
Still I’m stuck here at the bottom
I guess you’d call it a rut
Let’s be real though you’re over inflated
You got up there by feeding on hatred
With those facts I’m glad I’m still stuck
I’d rather be here at rock bottom
Where my foundations solid
Better then with you in the city of *****
See I’d rather live my life way down here
Where things are pretty quite
I’m not persecuted or forcibly silenced
No fear of falling because I’ve already fallen
Down here I can stand for what I believe in
While you’re up there floating in what you call freedom
Just remember when I fall it isn’t too far
But when you see the ground coming
You know you’ll hit hard

I am just words
Hanging off the page
An unspoken sentence
Left to unravel in ones mind
An unopened novel
Collecting dust on the shelf
Profoundly insignificant
Drifting through this word scape
We call life  
Coming ever close to that
Proverbial ending of a page

Waves lapping at her ankles
Tidal footprints vanishing
As a seagull laughs above
Down on her sun kissed cheeks
That greet the ocean air
It cannot be
The tide that moves the ocean

And yet
There she was.

I am and will always be
if not blood and bones
at least echoing memories
an existence through not existing
and oh how fitting it is
that even in death we live

Even dreams
Are now filled
With the everyday mundane
It seems
This addiction to reality
Has taken seed
Now impossible
To differentiate
Waking from slumber
Now as one day ends
Another immediately begins
Slowly gone from living
Into this perpetual nightmare

Break me down to the bare essentials
                                                                     You see
There is no such thing as true potential
                                                                     You either have what it takes
Or you don’t have it at all
You have to watch as you rise
                                                                     Or enjoy the fall
But what’s at the bottom is the same as the top
We have an addiction for momentum
The cravings won’t stop
                                                                      We innately love inertia
The ups and the downs

Heart fluttering
At the sight of the setting sun
Blues reds oranges and greens
And I thought for a second
I must be dreaming
But when the sky melted
I grabbed your hand
and we just flew away
Knowing we'd dream again
Another day

It was the dream again

Again

Yes again

I thought you were over it

So did I

Well what are you going to do

Go back to sleep

Please wake me if you can’t sleep

I will

Promise......

Promise.

I've run out of room
In this endless notebook
Filled with thoughts and words
How absurd
I have filled an infinity
What a story that's be spun
It continues forever
But still has an end
That is: *things are never over
They only begin

I will shut the world
                                      Away
From here I must
                                      Escape
The hatred in hopes I don’t
                                      Break
Down these walls holding me
                                      Back
To a time where I was
                                      Happy
I sit and wait for
                                      Death
Can’t find me because I’m
                                      Hidden
From the prying eyes of
                                      Society
Cant change my
                                      Mind

These words
S
   C
      R
          E
             A
                 M
In my head
Telling me I am worthless
Better off
              D
           E
        A
    D
        Struggling to find peace
The edge looks peaceful
                         Six feet is nothing
Compared to this hell
I created for
                    Myself

Life was perfect
I swear
Until it wasn’t
My heart wants peace
But my mind doesn’t
It’s like I’m trapped
In my own device of perpetual motion

Thanks for your letter
It made me feel better
For awhile
But it seems my mind hates me
Some days I feel I am just
H
   A
      N
         G
            I
      N
         G
By a thread
It seems like I am a lost traveler
But at least I’m still moving
         Down the road
And I know
We end up where we should be
No matter what path we take
But some days this
Lonely Road
Seems unbearable
Yet I will push on and overcome
Also
I’m learning a path without
O    S   A   L    S
    B   T    C   E
Really isn’t worth traveling