Poetry spillsout of my soul like a wild flame and I'm just now finding out not all tears are sad.
Sometimes we get too happy for our own good that's all.
And we can't take it, so we leak.
Leak until the joy we feel spill's into tomorrow
Drip by drip the tears flow in my veins until they awake my eyes

And I blink with joy on my mind

With your finger tips under my eyes wiping away my sweet happiness
There you go again like poetry you break me down like a sonnet
And fill my paper with words I can't speak just yet
And I'm falling like ink upon a tissue
Like I never had an **** issues
Like magic that works its miracles

stopping mid walk
and glancing up at the sky
i wonder
where does this all lead
   to keep pushing on
struggling to get through the days
and not seeing advancement
is disheartening
i cry to the sky
   the universe
to show me something
give me hope
   a reason
to keep moving forward
the loss of friends
   family
   myself
makes this day drearier
than the day before
it all seems so senseless
   ignorant even
to keep going
going and going
continuing the mundane
for nothing

somewhere, somehow
at sometime
there has to be a light
there has to be a reason
to continue this struggle