This is a song for the lost
A song for the broken
A song for the lonely
And weak

I know how it feels to be that way
I've battled through hardship myself
And I know how it all makes you feel
Low in the spirits
Like you just can't get up
And it seems all lost
And everything's failing
But I'm here to tell you
It's not

The sun will come again
After the rain is done
So just keep going
Through this hell you're in now

All the bullying
All the shame
All the humiliation
It's hard to keep going
But in the end, it's worth all it

So hold your head up high
And show them you're better
And just keep pushing on
'Cause

The sun will come again
After the rain is done
So just keep going
Through this hell you're in now

And if you ever just feel like giving up
Moving on
Listen to my voice
And ask yourself
"Is this really what I want?"

This is a song
For the lost
And the lonely
And the ones who need more love
You're worth it
You're worth it
You're worth it, I say
So keep
So keep
Going on

Young and free
You used to be
Wild as a foal
Now, as you get old
The road home gets longer
And the hold of death gets stronger

And its avenger gets closer

A storm is brewing

Ancient and true

Rain drops fall

Thunder calls

The Son home

Shalom is coming again

He shall come to regain His throne

Upon which the Son of God will make Earth a death free zone

And souls will be tried

And bonafide

True or a lie

And will accordingly be sent

To Heaven or Hell

All will be well once again

When He comes again.

Times of trouble
Test us through the days
Hardship and worry
Rise in many ways

And with all this lightning
And all this rain
You either lose it all
Or have much to gain

Because this storm
It will pass
And this life
Won't always last
The storm will always pass

And when the skies turn black and gray
And all your hope is gone
Just think to yourself
Tomorrow's a new day!

Because this storm
It will pass
And this life
Won't always last

This storm will pass
Yes the storm
The unforgiving horrifying storm
It will surely pass!

Yes the storm will surely pass...

When you feel lower
Than the bottom of the barrel
Hopeless and lost
Think of me

When the rain
Can't keep down
Your soaring spirits
Think of me

Use me as your anchor
To keep you from wandering astray
Cry on my shoulder
If you need to anyway
Think of me

Think of me
My pride for you
There's nothing I wouldn't do
To make you feel
Just a little bit better
Our love is stronger than this disease
Of self-deprecation and need
Lean on me
Think of me

Just don't slip away
Or break yourself beyond repair
Because I too will be broken beyond repair
And I know you don't want to see that
Even from Heaven.

I am torn
Between 2 cities, 2 states
My friends, new friends
Known area, new one
New school, old one
What am I to do?

"Just because you have a PhD doesn't mean you can't be stupid."

The path of flutters float above me
Like a silk scarf
Of orange  & black waves

I halt to listen
To the quiet whisper of the trees
To the harmonious call of the jays

I look upon this glorious place
With wonder and delight
My eyes of hazel glance upon
The bark of maples and oaks
The tails of chipmunks in the beings
Of bark and branches

I venture back to my vined enclosure
And just turn back to say
"Trail of Ever, have a good day."

Words in a courtyard
Returned ring
It all ends

See maroon jackets
And I think of you
Controlling my urge to cry

Without the intimacy
I'm alright
Though I still care, and I always will

Now
I am not alone
I'm just not attached

Dream of another
Stuck in my head
Make me wonder

Where do I go from here?

To the other figure?

Do I take my time?

(All in due time.)

Clear tears are reflected in the mirror
Fingertips lie on cold glass
Locking eyes with someone I used to know
Back when they had thought before they acted
Back before they were beautiful
Back before they were loved

But now
I don't recognize the figure
The beautiful lie she portrays
Touting herself as honest
Then breaking him with not one
But four lies
The boy loves her
She loves the boy
But not enough apparently
Now the relationship with the boy she dreamed of
Hangs on by a thread
And it's all her fault
Eyes tell the story of her haunting guilt
Nightly tears
Can't seem to forgive herself
But no one else seems to see
But the ******* the other side of the mirror

Fingertips slide down the glass
I beg to the good one for help
But she turns her back
I break down and pray for a miracle
Because it'll take one to fix this

Your name riddles my papers
Your words riddle my thoughts
Your voice rattles my legs
You rattle my heart

I want to know your heart
I want to know your mind
I want to know your soul
And I want you to be mine.

I long for a sweet embrace
I long for an adrenaline coated kiss
I long for one more dance
I long to see you again

What am I to do,
If I love you?

Why do we dream of things
We cannot have?
For some it may be
The cute girl in the corner of the class
For others
The new Dodge Charger HEMI-V8
For more
It may be the bad boy that has never spoken to you
For less,
A new Xbox
But at some point or another
Everyone dreams of something
They cannot have

Do we dream
To keep hope
To remember why?

All I know is that dreaming is so pleasant
Yet so torturous
It being so close
But *so far away

A flower
Grows upon a rock
Bathed in the fresh morning light
It had poisoned water to grown off of
But it assumed the light was alright
Then the moon shimmered only silver
The sun had come and gone
Eternal darkness cast upon the earth
And the Ice Age began.

i broke a major law
not city nor state nor federal rule
i broke someone's heart
i was incredibly cruel

he was already broken
he'd been hurt bad before
i can't believe i sunk his boat
and i swore i'd never hurt him

i lied to him
and the rose of regret falls upon me
being so far away from him
and bringing him pain i cannot see

what do i do?
i do not know
will he forgive?
if so, it'll be slow
just tell me
please

Numb
Yet reactive to everything
That's how I feel today

Music doesn't touch my abnormally cold soul
Like it does most other days

People, however,
Anger
Sadden
Frustrate
Me to no end today

It's a weird day...

We're called the freaks,
The ones society points out,
We are the emos, the shy, the awkward, the nerds, the transgenders,
The gays and the lesbians,
To name but a few.
We aren't freaks.
We're unique!
Compared to their cookie cutter demeanor.
We make the world go 'round.
We created the formula for gravity.
We make the best music.
A normal person is limited by society.
We are free!
To express ourselves however we feel to.
So "freak,"
Is nothing to fear!
Embrace who you are!
Follow your own values!
Make something out of yourself!
And let the world judge!
Because in the end,
The only opinions that matter
Are yours (and God's)...

Vanity is the killer sin of woman and man
Showing up everywhere in common day society
Magazines, books, music, and on and on and on

We are all guilty of it to some degree
From the man spraying on cologne in the attempt to get a partner
To women in talon-tipped platform heels

We have convinced our sons and daughters that beauty is something that must be manufactured
Not purposely, no! But we still have!
Not the natural ways of us human beings

Nature tells us, "Beauty shall not be messed with."
Yet that's what we keep doing!

To the brave, the bold, the foolish,
Whatever you may be
I dare you
To look beyond cultural
Social
Influences on mankind
And see that everyone is beautiful to someone in someway
And that true beauty is internal
And vanity matters not!

I've been feeling like a void today
An empty shell
Walking without purpose
Writing without urgency

My fire is dim today
No logs of interesting knowledge
To fuel the flames
Only gray ash
Same schedule
And you wonder why I drag

I am seriously bored today
My music isn't playing
No one wants to talk to me
Why?
I don't know.

Was I crazy to think you might be the one?
To dream of the fun we'd have together?

Was I crazy to daydream about you and I?
To fly into the land where daydreams wander?

Was I crazy to believe that this long distance thing could work?
To think that every song related to you and me?

Now that we're over
Tell me this:
Did you really ever love me?
Was I crazy to believe that?

Water is life.
Water is our beginning
Straight out of our mother's womb
Water is the midsection
Keeping us going
Alive
Water is our end
Floating into memories
Rich of grief
And yet full of hope
That although life is short
Our life will be remembered and cherished
By the generation we left behind
And many to come

what happened to the positive feelings?
did they all fade away?
what happened to your promise
to see me in person someday?
we haven't been talking,
and honestly i'm worried
what happened?
what changed?
will we never be the same?

Hello followers
Young and old
I've been gone a while
And there's a story to be told

Young, stupid me
Followed a whim
Broke up with a great guy
And took a chance on him

He is a curly haired gamer childhood friend
Evan, the name is
Funny, unique, weird
And that little smile of his

Weeks the sweetness lasted
And I thought maybe this could be
But one night it soured
And the next morning, he broke up with me

Yes, he cares
And yes, we're still friends
But he has further confirmed
At one time or another all ends

So now I'm left with remorse in my heart
And my mistake on my mind
In the end life's just a big lesson anyway
So I guess I'll leave the regret behind

I'm okay
Just another door to close
Wish it wasn't so
Just highs and lows, I suppose

Beyond the bogs
I hear whispers in the night
Of who?
Of what?
I am not sure
They speak of danger
Darkness
Seduction
Greed
Death
I hope I'm not crazy
But the whispers get louder
Moans sharper
I feel that they're closing in on me
I begin to follow their path
I fear for my life and sanity
Help me
Anyone?

Who am i really
you ask me
as we sit out on this curb
i say i don't know
but as i speak the words,
i know that i'm lying to myself

If i am a puzzle
i've got a few pieces figured out
more are coming daily
but let me speak these out loud
i swear i won't be too long

i am a smart-alec
a true know-it-all
a hypocrite
and i hurt those close to me
and i can't see it any
sometimes i speak too much
sometimes not at all
but this is who i really am
this is who i really am

your patience is wire thin
but continue i must
and i do

who i am really
i'm fun naive girl
who has too much
of this nasty world
my past is horrible
but my future's bright

and i know not everyone
everywhere
will accept everything of me
some will want pieces
some will want all
and i'm alright with that

i am a smart
and musical
teenage girl just growing up
too wise for my age
i feel like a mage

but that's just me
oh oh oh oh yeah
yes that's just me

That's just me

you say you love to see yourself bleed
you say you over-think
you say i needn't plead
i'm afraid you're on the brink

you say i'm the closest to heaven that you'll ever be
you say you are a sad, sad person
to the first i'll agree
i just hope it doesn't worsen

you say no one's ever loved you
you say you hate everyone
but the first isn't true
i do love you
though you're not the favorite son

you say you're a liar who hates liars
you say in death there is salvation
who lights rude fires
but who deserves a standing ovation

i don't like this side of you i must admit
but i fair no better looking only at the surface
at all the wit and ****
you must have a purpose
as we all do
all we have to do is find it
me and you

Why did you like me?
Why did you break up with me?
Why did you change from
Thoughtful and kind
To explicit and cruel?
What happened?
Did it hurt at all when you cut the cord?
Did you not understand
That I really liked you?
You, Jack, will never answer these questions,
But I just wanted to say
Why?

Why do I write?
I write, I guess,
to express everything I can't say.
All those thoughts
that run through my head on a common day
have to go somewhere,
right?

I had a feelin I was gonna meet someone
When we encountered one another
That day

I can't explain the phantom hug
No not to this day

We've been through so much
All because of me
And you're still here
Though I've lost pieces of you along the way

I hold on to the conversation
That lit up my heart
I hold on to the glances of the boy
With that green emerald eyes
That fixated on me in the dark
I hold onto that kiss
Your body against mine
Most of all,
I hold onto you because
You felt like home to me.

I've always been one
To never admit defeat
I've never been one
To watch how I speak
I've never been one
To expose my soul too much
But you opened me up
Without even trying

And now,
When you call
I still smile in the night
And I believe
That everything will be alright
Because I

I hold on to the conversation
That lit up my heart
I hold on to the glances of the boy
With that green emerald eyes
That fixated on me in the dark
I hold onto that kiss
Your body against mine
Most of all,
I hold onto you because
You felt like home to me.

I've pushed you away so far
So fast
I can;t believe you're still here
You've seen me through the worst
You have yet to see me through the best
But I thank the sky that you're still here with me
Because

In a world of strangers
Feeling so apart
I have found
One to open my steel heart
I have found my home
In you.

A friend of mine
Recently asked me a perplexing question:
"Why do you write?"
At the time, my answer was:
"Because I want to express myself."
But the more I thought about the question,
The less sure I was that my answer was sufficient.
Why I write is more complex than that.

I write to tell the stories
That I wouldn't dare say aloud.
People don't care to listen anyway.

I write to free myself,
To go beyond my ****** anchor,
And be something more.

I write to assure myself,
That someone cares about what I have to say,
When I'm lonely.

I write to keep away boredom,
When my mind is going nowhere fast,
And my day is crap.

I write to let it all out,
In the best times and the worst.
No matter what holds me back in life,
Nothing contains me here.

will you let me guide you out of your misery?
i am here to help
will you let me love you as a brother and best friend?
i want to love you
will you let me see your ****** wrists?
i would like to help them heal
will you let me see the real you, behind the facade?
i want to know who you really are
will you love me?
i really want to be cherished
will you like what you see when i show you the real me?
i can't be assured you will
will you let me tell you about my scars? my story?
i need to be free

well, will you?

Winter leaves fall harder than most,
covered in the ice of Jack Frost's ghost.
They fall much too hard, and much too quickly
And the beautiful echoes shatter sickly.
Maybe the wind will take the pieces
Off into peace,
Or will they sit there and decease?
Is there a reason for hope?
Or will nature have to cope
With the broken pieces in the dirt?

Mind goes blank as the screen is white,
Text boxes stare yet to be filled with delight,
So many emotions, but no words to describe them,
As hard to grasp as an image in an opaque gem.

I am sickened with such a terrible curse,
And I pray it upon itself reverse.
And I shall write with such ferocity,
That the words will drip with such viscosity,
To attract any bee that might come its way,
And that its followers shan't stray.

For this is what I pray,
Will no longer grant me dismay,
Amen.

I am cautious usually
Hidden beneath my comfy shell
You make me want to be a little reckless

To be honest,
I am even afraid to talk to you
Afraid you'll run away like all the others

You're a hunk
My kind of hunk
Even if you don't know it

You act like an angel to me
Have you fallen from Heaven?
'cause I'm sure fallin' for you

You're awesome
Truth be told
And yet you're blind to it

The rose in my guarded heart
Is blooming
Freeing itself

Because no matter what you say,
I say,
Or anyone else says,
You're my true first love.

If life is a highway,
I hope you're not just some detour
That takes me to the worst part of town
And leaves me there.
I hope you're the u-turn that saves me
A lotta useless traffic
Leading me in the right direction
To my path of eternity.

What have you done to me?

You have...

Flirted and teased

Swept me off my feet

Been on my mind
And in my songs

Made me fall in love with you

Then you just dropped me
Like a nasty tissue
When at once you treated my tender heart
Like a porcelain figure

Why?