Internal self narratives dreaming and waking
The well runneth over and dry
The only thing easy is so complicating
As luck sees fit not to comply
I've two left feet, and I stumble so clumsy
My rhythm defies elegance
Define to deny your indecision
Take a mistake, make a chance
Watching or riding enlightening lightning
While striking throughout every gale
Finding a smile, even in something frightening
True beauty will always prevail
A laugh and a tear in each strength and each fear
Sometimes falling can feel oh so grand
Plain as day or unclear, only always sincere
Who am I? I am who? Who I am.

Sometimes we want to be free of our loneliness
Sometimes we want but a moment alone
Finding in some moments, neither can satisfy
Wondering if we will ever feel whole
It seems that just when there's a measure of happiness
Something befalls to reverse every smile
Too much or too little of nothing or everything
Making each step much more weary a mile
But even if nothing can seem to change anything
Even if sometimes we can't see the stars
Even if some moments seem so unending
Despite just how hopelessly hopeful we are
There still resides magic in every moment
There still exists reasons for smiles and laughter
Even if only in silence of mind
For we are not walking alone in disaster
If only in words, we are still side by side
Even if I cannot say much to shine
Such a light through the darkness to cause it to flee
I'm here with you now, in your darker of moments
I'm holding your hand through whatever will be

We are each of us entwined
In our heart and in our mind
But we're broken, and we're battered
And we're shattered, and we're torn
We don't know just what we're saying
Til the memories start replaying
And we see what truly mattered
And what we were fighting for
The second hand keeps taking
Little pieces in our waking
As the dreamer that now screams inside
Cries out for something more
And our hearts keep on repeating
Throughout all bent on defeating
Both the strength and sanity we find
When we feel there is no more
The smiles keep returning
Through the lessons we are learning
For our memories still bring laughter
Just the same as they bring tears
This journey we have taken
Both forgiven and forsaken
Will soon be forever after
Be it days or weeks or years
So no matter what was done
With every battle left unwon
We're still here, and we're still standing
Even when we feel we're lost
Every love that left us bleeding
Every fear we kept on feeding
Every last misunderstanding
All gave more than what they cost
For the knowledge we can gain
From every single ounce of pain
Shapes the way we see tomorrow
And everything that we hold dear
Even when we're far apart
We're forever heart to heart
Be it smiles or be it sorrow
In my heart, you're always near

Pain is time, and time's depraved
In sanity that's not so sane
For though a wait is needed
It's a weight unto the soul
Although all good things take time
The time between is bent and frayed
Because some pain is needed
To hold on, and to let go
Every grain of sand that passes
Through the crooked frame of chance
Echoes through the halls of madness
In unwanted circumstance
Every day that finds us waiting
Wanting just a little more
So to keep our hearts from breaking
Like so many times before
Drives us further into doubting
If our dreams will ever be
Or if the truest nightmares
Are the dreams that never come
Is it worse to feel the torment
Fighting for what seems to flee
Or is it worse to live there
As we slowly come undone?
For giving up and giving in
Are very much the same
My friends, we cannot live this life
Forever cowering
Afraid to fight for anything that matters
For the fear of losing all
How can any of us feel alive
If we refuse to fall?
So, we wander, and we wonder
Just how long this time will tell
That in weakness, we are stronger
Than the darkness that invades
We will never see the glimmer
If we worry our eyes closed
Just because the nights seem longer
When our hearts can hardly wait

What a Beautiful sky
I just saw outside

Pinks, reds,whites and blues
I sat in awe of those wonderful hues

It started dreary, then the clouds gave way
It's funny how something so simple
Can brighten your day

I don't have the words anymore
I see so very much suffering
And feel paralyzed

Wishing I could fix everything
For everyone
Forever

Still the world spins
Out of control
I am just a stowaway

Destination

Unknown

Can a poet be an introvert?
Because an introvert am I.
I am outgoing at times,
but mostly I am shy.

Can a poet hide behind the curtain?
Of all things hidden inside,
I get them out furiously on paper,
but in turn to speak I hide.

Can a poet be imperfect?
In the respect of not all things memorized.
Even so, I love every word I write,
and hope to leave you mesmerized.

Can a poet be I?

sometimes
when I think about you not being here
(because you aren't)
I stop breathing

it just seems to bring us closer
and I've grown tired of missing you

and I woke up with you beside me,
you were nestled in my heart
I went to sleep with you on my mind
and you never did depart
I thank you for that
because your warmth;
it comforts me,
it saves me from the dark

Love can be lonely
When you're in love with love

You read my poetry in an attempt to understand me
versus an attempt to read literature
or fiction
or art
So you pick apart each sentence
and each syllable
and each subject
and you try so hard to figure me out
You want to know what I was thinking when I wrote this poem
or that poem
but what that tells me is perhaps you aren't even reading them at all
Although what poets express comes from the debths of our creative closets and emotional state
you must still open up your mind and soak up the words for what they are
Not for who I am