Oh take me home
To my melancholic road,
Where I used to stroll everyday.

Where all you would hear
Was the song of a wing
And a sigh was all you would say.

Where all you would smell
Was the freshest of air
And the sweetest of colours in May.

Oh take me home
To my melancholic road,
Oh take me back for one day.

As I sit here above the sky
And look upon the clouds
I stretch my mind far and wide
As much as it allows

The further I set out about
The sea above the land
It covers and clears, and covers and clears
And without a doubt expands

The tiny lights and tiny fields
It's as if I am a God
With one quick wipe I clean the land
Or upon a town I trod

Yet I can't help feeling like a lonely bird
Upon my wings today
However, it's quiet nice to feel alone
It has its own strange way
I seem to appreciate the smaller things
Like orange rising up from grey

Drop your pen
-
How does that feel?
I agree
The pen is mightier than the sword
Only, however, if you want to get people
On your side
If the other side is carelessly
Brandishing their rapier
Then the pen can become a thing of evil
Just because the pen doesn't **** people
Doesn't mean it can't lead people
Off a cliff
People need to remember that

**** -
Why do I feel like this
I have what I need
But not what I want
Am I selfish? -
I guess I'm not the only one
But that doesn't help
These songs aren't helping
Although I love them
-
Do I need to constantly feel more?
I thought that was over
I want that carbon
But no, I mustn't
I mustn't even try.
"At the dawning of the day"
Hi.. Hi.. Oh why
Does that make me so happy
Even to imagine
Oh but I do love now
I am just selfish
Even to love what I want.
I am afraid
I am afraid to fall in
Incase I fall out
That's what different
I won't fall out! I command you..
The heart doesn't follow commands
Stories don't end
With happily ever after
Why would this be different
You know why!
Oh eat me alive
Nothing is true
Everything.. Everything is permitted -
I wish
Some songs don't even feel like
They have to be written
They have always been there
Someone just wrote it down one day
Oh write it up
Oh write it down
Oh let us wait until we can't
Then act
Youthful
Full, yes, of many things
Full enough to know it's chemical
But I like to think it's more
Pine
That is the tree I'd grow from
My body
I Pine for you
Full enough to know
Know what I can't have
I'll want more -
**** -

I can physically feel emotional pain,
It's eating life as it drains,
Each suffers through the unrequitedness,
It could all be changed with a single kiss.

They all say happiness fills you up --
I don't know how this feels,
It's not happiness that fills my cup
But something that feels much more real.

It takes hold and becomes a part of me.
A poignant poisonous part, but a part none the less,
I am split in two and want to flee.
Only -- one half does. (he can watch it later I guess)

It's her, it's her, it's why I go.
She's all I need, all I want to know.

The Path is straight and ending
And quite easy just to follow
Few obstacles or bendings
No bumps or a single hollow.

But I choose, not to follow the Path,
I will roughage in the new.
If I learned one thing from that:
We should do what we love to do.

It won't always be so easy
To live so wild and free,
But it's much worse, on that Path
Which we call society.

Heavy wings and heavy thoughts,
It's hard to live and bare
This tangled web in which we're caught,
Threads of darkness and despair.

But yet I see the candle burn
As it flows, a flickering flame,
Engulfs me whole as I learn
To fight the threads and pain.

Although I fear my flame will die,
And I be left alone,
So just incase you wonder why
Somethings are best unknown.

I am
I am
I am

You are
You are
You are

There is an old proverb
And this is how it goes
'A ship is safe when harbored,
Snugly in land that's closed.'

But ships weren't meant to be harbored,
They were not built to be snug but free,
Their masts to fly high and proud,
Through the stormy waves of seas.

My skies are turning grey,
The sun is hidden
Or may have been extinguished.

Happiness is brief,
Sadness is longer,
Consistent and much more real.

My waves are dark and crashing,
A storm in brewing,
I can feel it inside.

I stand on the fringes of the crowd,
They laugh and I smile,
Not a smile of happiness
but of understanding
They are happy,
I wish I could be happy,
Even for a while,
I wish I wasn't a wallflower.

"He stands on the edges of the crowd,
We laugh and he smiles,
His eyes do not show happiness,
But he understands
That some people are happy,
I wish he could be happy,
Even for a while,
He is a wallflower."

Sometimes she looks in my direction,
I can't keep looking,
She deserves so much better than me,
I am cold at heart,
And she is a warm fire.

"Sometimes he looks in my direction,
He averts his eyes and stops looking,
Maybe he doesn't like me?
He has a gentle heart,
We have a spark that could be a fire."

They look at her and she smiles,
My heart sinks,
I am to afraid to talk to her.

"They talk to me and I politely smile,
My heart sinks,
I am afraid to talk to him."

I guess we're just too different.

"I guess we're just too different."

People do not need to be fixed,
But understood,
People will never understand
In all likely-hood,
Even if people knew what to do,
How many could,
And if these people had the power
How many would?

People do not need to be fixed,
But understand,
We feel sad sometimes,
But that's grand,
And at night we like to be alone,
With our feet in sand,
The sea is beautiful and quite sad
We'd sit for eternity on that strand.

People do not need to be fixed,
They are perfect.

I stare in her direction.
I look at her eyes.
Big and beautiful in lights reflection.

Emerald green and she glances
My eyes meet hers,
And for that moment my heart dances.

She averts her emeralds
And I am left in awe
Lips like pillows of rosy gold.

Does she realise?
What she does to me
With those emerald eyes.

Her eyes, Her hair, Her laugh, Her.
She is perfection.
My heart longs for her after,
After it was too late.
It was all but gone,
My chance and faith,
After our brief stammer,
She deserves better,
And I am a glass hammer.

My shadow is caste out far.
It does not see my stars.
I wish it could say how I feel,
That would make one of us feel real.
Although I remind my self of my existence,
Through the pain, and the staring glance
Of passers by who should mind their business
My heart feels hollow like a grave in the process
Of being dug out,
And death lies all around and all about.

Looking at their smiles
I smile too.

I look to their eyes
Mine isn't true.

Their eyes shine with happiness and delight,
Mine are filled up with the darkness and fright.

But our smiles are the same
And no one sees past my sadness and shame.

I stare into the night,
Trying to breathe breaths of relief,
The moon and stars my only light,
I am thankful for the dark,
It hides the deepest demons,
They do not hide in the external world,
These monsters do run.
They chase us where we can not hide,
And where this is, is deep inside.
But still I feel alive,
Happiness is easily worn away,
And non-dark feeling tend not to stay,
I tell myself I'm normal,
How can I be normal when I am made up of sadness.

Those green eyes and long red hair,
A fox too cunning to stay close to me,
I am the predator and she is the prey,
Although it doesn't feel like that is to be,
I had my chance - Once.
I had the upper hand,
I squandered my chance,
Through the eye of the rifle I looked,
And never sealed it,
I took down crows instead,
But her the fox was the most beautiful,
She hunts now,
But not for me.

Facebooks News feed but it does not feed,
It fuels our perception of popularity,
It makes me wonder why is it this we need?
We get a thrill out of getting a like, it this humanity
Ruining ourselves with our own intelligence?
Are we not to evolve? This does not make sense,
On twitter we tweet,
But only birds tweet,
Birds are free and wild,
They do not worry about money or time,
Or if they can make the next line rhyme,
We are as free as a bird in a zoo,
Exact times to eat and use the loo,
We are slaves of our own mind,
These "intelligent" creatures which rule mankind