It beats with the sound of whispering pages,
scrawling pens through passing ages.
With blood of ink that curls and flows,
in words or in symbols that nobody knows.
My paper heart that beats apart word by word in me.

Each beat is a chapter, each word so true,
Once Upon a Time It beat just for you.
It beats out now stories in it's leather case,
a soft, hard cage to keep the pages safe.
A paper heart that bleeds apart, not for eyes to see.

The ink is pain, the ink is love,
the ink is life, the ink is blood.
Hear my words, feel the ink,
judge my words. What do  you think
My paper hart that falls apart, so may it set me free.

Ink for blood, a paper soul,
a leather case, beats to a goal.
To let me live, every day
I need my heart, so leave it this way.

My paper heart right from the start
it's who I am, beats so I can
stay alive, and maybe thrive.

It beats, it bleeds, it falls apart.
My
Perfect
Patchwork
Paper
Heart.

It came to life in summer
when the wind was blowing warm
when the sultry sun was loving
with the season's wanton charm.

It basked in the glow
of stars big and small
and did not think to worry
for the coming of the fall.

Leaves began dropping
faster every day
but the leaf didn't mind,
they always fell this way.

But colors changed and wind blew
and more began to go
before the leaf knew it,
it was hanging all alone.

In come this season's storms
and though it loved the rain,
the leaf had not expected
not known this kind of pain.

The wind grew colder
the tree shuddered and shook
the stubborn leaf clung to life
ignorant of the toll it took.

Brown and withered
through cruel winter's snow
hung a lonesome leaf
waiting for things to grow.

Come spring and sunny weather,
still it hung there
but as it's brethren budded,
the leaf found it did not care.

With a swish of wind it swept away
to land on warm green ground,
and wondered at the time now passed,
and the peace that it had found.

Sunlight shimmers
off sparkling snow,
shattered to fragments,
a blinding glow.
I squint my eyes
and shield my face
the way I once did
in a faraway place.
Closing my eyes
I am almost there
a memory conjured
by the glacial glare.
A dry Savannah
that was a school field
dry wind blows dust
and my eyes I shield.
The cold brings me back
to where I stand now,
my mind miles away,
I wonder how
I came to this place,
why am I here?
I know the reason
but can't fight back a tear.
I am lonely, homesick,
I want to go back.
To see out the joy
the present always lacks.
I know how it is,
how we all wish away
what we have now
for the thought of yesterday.
Alone or not,
I've no choice but to make do
with the life I've got.
It's not easy,
but I made my choice
I lift  my spirits
Lift my voice.

I want a reason
to write
to live
to fight
to give

Give me a reason
to dream
to love
to scream
to shove

A reason to feel
deep emotion
A reason for
devotion

Most of all I need a reason to feel alive
to want to go on, to want to thrive
To be anything more than listless and alone
To make this place feel like home.
A reason to try
to live like I'll die.

Can you feel you don't belong?
This setting feels so wrong,
flat like cardboard, a surreal past
your mind has left too fast,
your body left behind
with only empty shells to find.
Look at the lavender sky
with flames in its eyes
hear the ghosts and dark lies
They haunt you
They want you
you're gone
moved on.
The past is like a nightmare
that just wont let you go
the sinking sun that seeks you
Why? you don't know.
Can't they feel you don't belong?
but you've always been wrong
but you're already gone.
The mind flown to flee the leaving
the body here still not believing
The lavender sky still deceiving
as it turns to ash
Freedom's all I ask.
I'm not quite here and not quite gone
In this Lavender Limbo I don't belong.

As winter into summer blends
Each chapter in life comes to an end
The sun glows a mournful goodbye
like an old fire's embers die
The moon prepares to change the tide
and behind her, the stars hide.
Another day, another year
A new hope, a new fear
Anew tear is the same as the old
Winter will still be cold
You never know
You never will
Yet you shall try still
Time is a river
and never will wait
Accept the hand
as dealt by fate
With every new goodbye
I will smile while I cry.

Why is this world so pretentious
self-centered, building up your fences
Gotta take the prettiest picture
Photoshop for the best features
Your looks are all you care about
Your fake little words, and perfect pout
Well? are you happy now?
You seem to be, I wonder how?
Your powders and plastic
To me it's just tragic.
If this is the fate of the world
With saggy-pants and barbie-girls
I'd rather be six feet under
What will become of you, I wonder
When your looks fade
You've lost your trade
High school's bound to end
Will those shallow people remain your friend?