Seashells so pretty
Blue ocean that calls to me
Beneath shadows dream

Writing like slapping brushstrokes
on the page, typing with such speed
that the keys click loudly; music
to my ears. I will write like my
life depends on it, because sometimes
it does. Through lows and high, I
will make art, and maybe, just maybe,
one day someone will read them
and understand.

Gold tainted lillies
and drooling lakes of desire,
the weeping willows
and endless breeze
make for a perfect afternoon

That which is dark
holds the story most profound
light is too obvious and tame
and too easily found

even love is hidden
in the heart's dark labyrinth
the owner lives in this mystery
and often wishes not to look within

It calms me when I’m restless with stress.
It gives me peace amidst all the chaos of the world.
It soothes me during times of suffering.
It becomes my silent savior — especially when I feel lonely, even in a crowd.

The deep, meaningful lyrics...
The mood-lifting tunes...
A singer’s soulful voice...
The vibe...
The magic created by instruments blending in harmony…

Everything about it speaks to my soul.
Yes, for me — music is not just sound, it’s an emotion.

If i could weave the words of love for you on a fabric, the unending stitching of your name will be fluent in the language of my heart's rose is lighted with the devotion of your glance that is ablaze, touch me closer now, oh brooding one of the night, for I am your moon with the healing light.

I tell myself lies
To protect my ego
Twist what I know
Ignore the bruise on my pride
I tell myself lies
You enjoy my poetry
You feel very flattered by me
You may not care to see
Or even know me
But I tell myself lies
I pretend to believe

The girl with the ginger hair
I saw her in my dream
Like an angel from the heavens
Eyes green like the wild
and
Hair flowing in the wind

I hope she remembers me when i’m gone

The Girl With The Ginger Hair

A familiar longing haunts me,
for a face I've never seen,
a body I've never held
and a mind I've never known.