Doesn't matter if you laugh or you cry,
You'll be here, if you live or you die!
Learn to light up your face with a smile
And be constantly inspired by life.

Are you sad? Then break into tears,
If you're happy then burst into cheers,
Get drunk or just be sober,
It's your life, fill it up with color!

Don't sit empty, never punish yourself.
Rather go out, fall in love with yourself!
Try to know; what drives you crazy?
If it's life, then just be happy!

Reap your sow and the rest, let it be.
You live only once, now believe me
Make peace with life and you'll see,
Live your life and learn to be free!

-The Silent Poet

I know that you test the heart.
And you can see mine's hurt and scarred.
And your hands are roughened up
From carrying my cross.

I can see you reaching in.
Through my chest beneath the skin.
It's uncomfortable to feel
My scars against your scars

Cause yours were for me,
Shed on the cross so I could be free.
And mine were for you.
Running away from what you want me to do.
And it's ripped and bleeding
Desperately sick
I'm deceived beyond dreaming
God make it quick
And stop my breaking heart

And you say it will be fine.
That this will make you mine.
That my open chest
Is the way you come inside

But this is so uncomfortable
Kneeling at this table
Feeling you touching
Every scar inside
Hoping i will come alive

Cause yours were for me,
Shed on the cross so I could be free.
And mine were for you.
Running away from what you want me to do.
And it's ripped and bleeding
Desperately sick
I'm deceived beyond dreaming
God make it quick
And stop my breaking heart

To dream of love is to find ones self
lifting pebbles in a field full of rocks
gazing through a mist of souls
searching through moonbeams
hiding in shadows that have never been cast
shining eyes through a blood red haze
drifting through these crystal days
gods that dream in the autumn light
slender arms on a  cold winters night
calm the rhythms of this eternal dance
as hearts take flight in a cerebral trance.

Live for mornings
The lazy ones that help you forget
and warm ones that make you remember
Get up!
Find the beauty the night died for

It was not me, who put you into the dark
It was not me, who put too much hate upon himself
It was not me, who made you so imperfect
          Who choose this life for us?
                   It was you,
                             I am only a shadow in every decision.
The weak link, the forgotten will
of one’s owned heart, truly remains in the corner…
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.
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*Simply the ghost, who whispers in total silence.

She had magnetic innocence
that pulled people to her in tides,
people with broken lives
and shawshank prisons in their heads,
people with duct taped memories
bursting against the seams.
And yet..
she still wonders why
she cries in rivers
filled with their pain
and her own.