A new force begins in this century

With ancient notions of greed and scarcity

It pushes us hard

It hits our home

But last time i checked

We aren't alone

In fact we are more than enough

Community is key when the times are tough

And in numbers we hold still

We hold steady

We hold true

We are ready

And as we stand, shaken, surrounded, subdued and silent

Still we stand strong, together and without violence

And it all starts there

It all starts when we start to care

By separating past and present

By stimulating body and mind

By speaking out when something's left unspoken

We can find solace in these soul-less times

Within moments we are undefeated

In these moments we are truly divine


So exhaust yourself

Brake yourself

Challenge yourself

Remake yourself

And if you still don't understand the truth to the questions

And you still have to ask a selfish and backhanded 'WHY?'

Then fine

Lets find

Lets define some final answers to the demons in your mind


Have you considered that perhaps together if we share them

Lay it all out and bare them

That half the fear of it all

Might just simply unwind?

No way you say?

Well what if i told you

That the vessel that holds 'it' all in

Your pain

Your struggle

Your self proclaimed entitlement to 'sin'

Those things that you thought was just yours to fight alone at home without having ever known you aren't the only one that fights it on your own....

Your disdain for the insane frame that entraps your brain that leaves us crippled and maimed through what feels like the end of days.....

What if i told you

That your own shell is the only thing

That's truly stopping real change from happening?

That the struggle from within each of our minds defines the rest of time well at least the rest for all of mankind?

You.

Me.

We.

Everybody.

We must reach through it.

Cause if we don't, who in hells name is going to pursue it?

Her heart
Was the most beautiful place
The only place
I would ever call home.

We all are different
But why is something better
Why is it we get picked on
Why can't anyone just accept

I close my eyes
I plug my ears
I hide my tears
I cry silently, no one can hear

No one sees
No one listens
Everyone talks
Why does it happen to me

I hung out with the guys
The girls didn't like me
I am but a female
I don't understand what I supposedly did wrong

I'd run and hide
I cried violently
I distanced myself from girls
The guys were my refuge

I grew up rough
I mostly acted like a guy
I know what could happen
I know I'm physically strong

I wear some old shoes
I wear old blue jeans
I put on a guy's T-shirt
I do this cause it's comfortable

I try to smile
I'm nice, I can't stay mad for long
If I do, I feel ill
So I just stay sad

I hide in the library
I fold into myself
I don't want to feel anymore
I can taste the salty sadness and pain flowing down my cheeks

I feel the heavy load on my heart
I still don't understand
I try to be myself
Maybe that's the problem to people

I've thrown my glasses in frustration
I've tried to deal with it alone
I've never known how to make it stop
I wonder if someone has a stop button

Maybe if I just ignore them
Maybe I shouldn't stay here
I want to leave
Is there anywhere that's safe

I've tried talking to adults,
but there is always someone new I have to talk to
I just want it to end
Maybe I should just stay with the guys
I won't talk to the girls anymore

I'll talk to my friends
maybe they could help
but maybe they can't
I don't know

I'm just so tired
I'm too sad
I don't care
I don't have enough energy to care

If talking won't help
I'll just keep writing
Maybe one day I'll get rid of the salty sadness and pain
Maybe I'll get the energy back

This heart of mine
        Has a mind of its own
                Filling in all space and time
                        With its own needs and wants

This heart of mine
        Plays double time
                Brings me close to loves edge
                        Then does what it likes

We need to talk
      I wish my heart would listen
            Come to my way of thinking
                    See all that it is missing

This heart of mine
        Has no reason nor rhyme
                For most of what it does
                           Most of the time

This heart of mine
         Leaving the scene of the crime
               Before it's caught and does the time
                       This heart of mine

I don’t live in a lie; I live in a version of the truth.