I came alone,with nothing
I cried and cried...
There i saw a smile infront
A calm face with tears
And then many faces...
Everything was new
I heard a rough voice
Sounds like a men
He cursed me
I don't know why
He took me somewhere
Abandoned me
There i saw
Many smiling faces...
I played with them
I was being happy
Days passed...
Years passed...
One day somebody came!!
They took me
A new home
New people
Everything sounds different
Again stolen my happiness
I tried to love
I tried to be happy
Nobody cares
Years passed
Nothing changed
I deserved to be all alone....

I’ve never received a flower
Or even a rose
But I’m a guy
So it’s acceptable I suppose
No kisses
Or sweets
No treats
That signifies ones feelings for me
No token of ones love
But I have gotten
Disappointment
Watered with hate
Planted in betrayal
Fertilized with lies
And maintained by fakes
Roses are Red
But my roses are dead
And crumble beneath my feet

The moment you forget.
Mind wanders with regret.
Eyes blurred, lose focus.
“What’s my current purpose?”

Is spontaneous enough?
Chasing a dream, tough.
As a child we rushed,
what was all the fuss?

The lost moment finds.
The lost moment unwinds.
The lost moment reminds.
Messes with our minds.

In that moment there is clarity.
We connect with our reality.
Understand humanity.
Endless possibilities.
Test our comfortability.

A chance to breathe.
Rebirth and see.
Are we where
we want to be?

Take that lost moment,
to reset your focus.
To find yourself and
your new found purpose.

If I die in a school shooting
I'll never go home again.
My room will sit unused,
A capsule frozen in time,
A snapshot of how I was.

If I die in a school shooting
I'll never see my dog again.
She will sit at the front door
Waiting for me and wondering,
Why I never came home.

If I die in a school shooting
I'll never graduate from high school.
My yearbooks will sit stacked
Stopped short of their goal,
Missing years that should have been.

If I die in a school shooting
I'll never see my mom again.
She will sit distraught,
Planning a funeral
For a child taken from her.

If I die in a school shooting
I'll never see my friends again.
They'll sit together, missing me.
One empty seat among them,
A constant reminder of their loss.

If I die in a school shooting
I'll never see my little sister again.
She will sit through high school
Knowing I can't guide her through,
That she has to figure it out alone.

If I die in a school shooting
My school will be stained.
Pools of students lives will sit,
Blood tattoos on the brick structures,
Marks of death ground into it.

If I die in a school shooting
Everyone will wear black.
They'll send their thoughts and prayers
To a town marred by death,
Forever to be the home of a shooting.

If I die in a school shooting
Will the world change?
Or will I become one of hundreds  
Of kids who have to die?
What will it take?

If things continue this way
Children will have to live in fear.
They'll look over their shoulders
Always worried and wondering,
If they'll die in a school shooting.

I could never tell you
exactly what's going on inside my head,
so I'll write instead.
Drown my thoughts in paper & lead.
Keep my hands alive,
and my expression dead.

My backup plan is to be broke

My backup plan is to stay put, pursuing my passion
Even if it means a lifetime pouring coffee
Or serving drinks, or waiting tables
Just to keep my head above water

My backup plan is to look at the lights
And know I am home
As I receive yet another rejection

My backup plan
Is to drown out everyone around me
Telling me that I'm insane

Because I already know I am

I know I could very easily
Be at the top of
Of any logical path I choose
But what a waste of life that would be

So yes I'm insane
I am signing up for a life
With no stability, no safety net
And thousands ready to fall next to me

But my backup plan
Is to not waste this creative energy
Doing some boring day job
That would ultimately make me crazier
Than I already am

So my plan A
Is to live without a single regret
Because I tried
And did what I love
So no matter what happens
My plan was a success

The night light flickers
Into the shadows I stare
This is not my room
My room does not have a light
A cold sweat grasps my forehead

Deep within the dirt
I claw at the stars above
In need of their warmth
I graze their pulsating light
With cold, oaken fingertips