Summer nights alone,
breeze blowing through my hair.
Just me and my boat,
and the cool ocean air.

But being alone,
is not always nice.
I'd love to love someone,
before I die.

But I find myself alone,
sailing the sea.
And I am living a life,
were I'm not satisfied,
with the summer breeze.

All I need is you,
we'll sail the ocean blue.
Just you and me,
out on the sea,
there's no where else,
I would rather be.

So I took my boat,
down to find some mermaids.
But had no luck,
my love began to fade.

So I turned around,
cursed myself some more.
Arrived back at the docks,
to find you waiting on the shore.

Now I wasn't alone,
sailing the sea.
And I am living a life,
where I am satisfied,
with the summer breeze.

All I needed was you,
lets sail the ocean blue.
Just you and me,
out on the sea,
there's no where else,
I would rather be,
than with you.

Enlightenment
never came so easily
as that night we climbed the hill
marked with tombstones,
touched the trees, felt them speak,
and stared out over the valleys,
the cities, the roads,
the universe,
accepting our place
so effortlessly.

What is it
that makes a poem,
a poem?
the rhyme?
the syntax?
the counting of syllables?
Or the way it falls upon you
like a cool breeze on a warm day
refreshing the soul

I wish you'd take

off
     your
              mask

and be mine.

Hold my hand darling,
though it may be weak.
Keep me in your thoughts,
though I may be meek.
Fight the feeling that you have,
don't leave without goodbye.
I cannot fight alone, you see.
For I am not alive.
Though I hold my head high,
the blade is higher.
I am not ashamed at all,
just full of desire.
and in these moments,
I can see all of life,
It is daring and beautiful,
This cannot be mine.
Look, there I am,
hiding in the tree,
Look at that smile,
Look, it's me.
Those times when I could breathe,
Those times when I could feel,
They seem so long ago,
Now they don't seem real.
Wait, it's still here.
I can feel it deep inside,
The feeling I was looking for,
when I was looking to die.
Darling, do you remember,
the way you said my name?
No, don't say it now.
It brings only pain.
For in this moment,
the rope has been hung,
and i'm gently swaying,
my song has been sung.
The day is closeing,
The heavens are opening,
Darkness is coming.
I am done hoping.
In this moment I am so alive,
The thrill pumps through my veins.
I haven't felt so alive,
since the end of 8th grade.
Goodbye, darling.
You'll see me in your last sleep.
Where together we can feel,
and always just be.
The birds are singing,
The day is warm.
I'm gently swaying,
My life is worn.




*I promise I'm not suicidal, random inspiration