Blood boiling
Ears ringing
Constant ******* screaming
So that you would understand
Why this **** has meaning.

Bitter cold
This is getting old.
How come I wasn't told?
A month later
Pieced together
With no sure clue
As to who was true.
But I did the easiest thing
And cut the last string
Between me and you.

Grown tired of feeling dumb.
I am finally numb.

You're eyes , they sparkled that night.
Made me forget of the horrors we constantly live through.
It's as if you knew.
Somehow.
But how?

Too many times
I fall in love
With things
I cannot
Call
Mine

to be....
   found again

by me
   I would love

to trade
    my sanity

for salvation
    I quit

all hypocrisy
     resolve

my past
     into

a day
     to be

Where I
     am content

to be
     me.

The way the waves lick against the bow, remind me of when
I once held your steady hand, before the night began.
Now I rock adrift. Away, from the emerald shore
Never again to call your name, silence forevermore.

someone asked me today what it's like to be a writer and i can tell you this,
my mind exploded into galaxies and i wondered if they could see the twinkling stars in my eyes.
first, i looked into their eyes and saw a black hole, complete and total darkness. so i answered simple to start out with
"it is often quite hard. but for me, it's a way of life."
they didn't quite get it i could see, and asked another question
"oh, is it hard because you get writer's block sometimes?"
i almost let the meteors fly out of my mouth so they would be hit and crushed with the raw fact that being a writer is much, much more complicated than that.
"well yes, that can happen. and when it does it is a crippling feeling. but, it is much more complicated than that. you see, us writers, we not only feel things, but we absorb things. we let things take us over, and once this happens, our hands start to produce words onto paper that come deep within our soul, heart, and mind."
they looked puzzled, but when i looked into their eyes i could see a faint star that was starting to shine. i smiled at this.
"like... what kinds of things?" they asked,
"oh my, it can be something as complicated as love, life, the universe, darkness, pain. but on the other hand, it can be something as simple as leaves on the trees, the ocean, an apple that you just ate for lunch. and sometimes, it is putting those two things together to create something wonderful." i said as the comets were shooting through my fingertips.
i looked again into their eyes, and i began to see a cluster of stars, and that's when i knew i had them.

You think you're a lost cause
but you're just stuck in the middle.
Life's been hard since you were little.
I don't know every thing,
but I know it's getting warm outside
and you're going to be fine.

You think you're a cancer
but just wait and see
that you'll heal yourself,
like you helped heal me.
This may sound cliché,
but it's getting warm outside  
and you're going to be fine.

I want there to be nothing but smiles on your faces.
I want music playing, with laughter and dancing.
I want you all to know how much I loved you.
I want to fade away into that soft light, the quiet night.
I want to walk out the door without a farewell
Because there are no such thing as goodbyes.