Intrinsically introverted,
   inherently coping with the pressure to understand- distraught or in
       thought?
Multiple factors racing
  call them thoughts,
    become one, but which one?
One will grow symphonies to hurry sunshine under moonlight,
   the other grow vivid distortions of a reality visible only to dreams
Buy low, sell high
   observe potential and sign off on its rights
Sound choices bounded by the stigma placed on creativity,
   choose the other- create the destructive blossoming of blue flowers
        deviant and bold
Fallacies are the true illusions,
   keep on with the mind you feed

Leave a light on in Heaven
When my life seize to be
When im changing the temporly
For Eternity
When my life reach an end
My new one to start
When the answers are revealed
To my broken up heart
When my soul whispers softly
Like the evening breeze
When ive done all i could
When its time to release
May i find a welcome
By no one but you
Will i find i am longing
To live in the truth
Yes
Leave a light on for me
When in darkness i leave
May the light guide me only
To my home
Eternally.

best part about having no friends
is having no enemies either
best part of having no significant other
is being able to feel whole by yourself
best part of solitude is
solitude
best part of loneliness is...
I wouldn't know that. I never
felt lonely.

Can you guess my second line...
………………………………………..




Even though you worded it with out
            seeing it, you missed the fundamentals

that you were not meant to change
                                          what wasn't there.


Creativity of a singular sentence,
      we may want to change others
                          verbal wording.

But this was there moment. and if you'd wanted
             to spell it out differently.

                   I wouldn't have had to write this explanation out.

Freezing me in running stance...
Activating my sleep paralysis...
Awake and not awake..
I can't even shake..

Awake and asleep..
In a beyond what is deep..
From the darkest corners of my room..
Blooms the cries of doom..

Voices that sing and scream..
Laugh at me in this wicked dream..
Something sits on my chest..
And begins to compress..

Its an old hag or a demon..
Or Something wicked that i'm dreaming..
Trapped in this nightmare trance..
Or under the spell of sleep paralysis..