Boy meets girl
girl acts coy
boy acts distant
they dance around each other
playing their games
playing their songs
their music
she would sing the songs
he would write the words
boy and girl become friends
they hang out
acting always as if they don't want
anything more from the other
to want another is viewed as weakness
and they both want to appear strong
so they don't worry anybody
so they don't attract the predators
like moths with faces on their wings
they just want protection
until they can take flight

Years pass
they're fairly close
years pass and they're still on the same level
alcohol is introduced
and they have brief moments
flaring out in the mess of time
where they catch a glimpse of what they want
a long hug
walking back with his arm around her shoulders
dancing in a dark basement
He's a coward at heart
hidden beneath steel plated armor
she's a cocoon
waiting to become a butterfly
maybe one day they'll get it together
maybe one day

It's always been said it's impossible to fly.
I know differently, I've touched the sky.
For a few hours the floor and me,
we create the sweetest love it can be.

It's the world where only beauty exists.
The place where nothing is what it is.
Where perfection can truly be reached.
Where dancing is the way to live.

Gravity looses its hold.
I can find what I thought it was lost.
I let my soul be free.
I cut loose my own strings.

I learn to feel without fear.
Be happy within an ocean of tears.
Forget there's a world outside the door
'Cause in the end it's just me and the dance floor...

times are tough
the pathway we walk is rough.
the sun is setting.
and there is no telling
if we'll ever see the shine again.

but at least you are still there
i can always feel you care
even tho i let my own head
leave me crying and feeling like im dead.

and i know you care.
the pain you, yourself, feel
the pain is something you and i share.
we scream and scream and scream.
and hope that one day, we live our dream
to be rid of the demons
running rampid in our minds
we run and run and run,
in hope that terror never finds.

so my dear,
i wrote this poem for you.
because you and i share the same fear.
a fear so deep & frightening,
our thoughts strike like bolts of lightning.

this poem is about understanding.
and that is what i hold for you,
since you are just like me.
your head is cold, heavy and blue.
through we may not be at the same place,
dont forget our monsters nearly have the same face.

you are special, my love
and to believe that in yourself, is hard to do.
just like a bird, your heart is caged.
take the caged dove,
set it by the window sill
let it follow its own will
and let it fly free,
trust me when i say i know how you hurt,
you are just like me.

My life is a paradoxical monstrosity
A contradiction in itself
Where to start?
Anywhere, everywhere, nowhere perhaps
Occupation,
I play with words.
How naughty does that sound?
Really, I'm in a complicated relationship with words, terms, definitions, metaphors
Writer by day, storyteller by night
And of course I love what I do
And I hate what I do
How very poetic of you!
Why thank you!
Sorry, the inner child speaks.
Back to writing,
And the moments of fantastic ecstasy
Where this jumble of verbs and nouns and adjectives you're trying to assemble
Clicks.
The bigger picture develops with crystal clear clarity
No fastidious statements
Or meaningless passages.
Just words, feelings, meanings
Soul.
That doesn't sound so bad you say
IT HAPPENS ONCE EVERY MILLENIA!
For the most I am frustrated.
Stumped to the point where rage overcomes and the only cathartic release is to sleep.
When I do manage to squeeze something out of the depths of my mind, it appears substandard, to say the least.
Zadie told me to get used to non-satisfaction
So I am satisfied with never been satisfied; does this make me satisfied?
Ow.
Please, I need an answer
I've been looking for answers for nineteen years,
But have I been asking the right questions?
Are there any answers?
Another question
No, that was the question
Confusion and befuddlment ravaging through your mind?
I recently realised there are no facts
Only really good suggestions by excessively knowledgeable and esteemed
I quite fancy being one of those guys
A visionary complete with the stereotypical glasses and overgrown beard
And I'd declare that being yourself is the first step to finding your purpose
Fact.
But what if finding your purpose is your purpose?
I'll leave you with that.
This is my life.
Complaining would be ungrateful of me; it's a good one really.
I can walk and run and play basketball and see my friends where we laugh endlessly.
Oh and Saturday morning cartoons.
I have problems, enormous world ending problems
But it's all relative.
Some think I'm strange, I prefer quirky.
I wonder how life would be if I'd chose the 'normal' option
Most likely, frightfully boring

I took a left, I took a right
Yet the outcome did not change
My heart was still broken into pieces
Like shattered mirrors on the wet floor
Watching all the mistakes I've made inside each shard
Like a bad memory looped on repeat

I'm stuck inside what passes for my mind
The infinite choices given
None of them even worth taking
I will just say to myself that i'm a lost cause
A ship with no captain, lost inside a stormy sea
And a captain must go down with his ship

You think you have to carry the past
like a sack of rocks weighing on your spine.
I’m here to tell you that you don’t.
Let me take them out,
one by one,
let them fall to the ground,
one by one,
and help you let
it
go.
And when you’re ready,
I’ll skip them across lakes and ponds with you
and watch them sink to the bottom,
where they belong.

You think you have to bruise yourself with hatred and sorrow
like a champion prizefighter.
I’m here to tell you that you don’t.
Put down your fists
and let the adrenaline
dissipate in your bloodstream.
Take a deep breath in, and let
it
out.
Learn to love yourself.
There’s no need to fight that any longer.

You think you have to always stand tall
like an impenetrable fortress.
I’m here to tell you that you don’t.
My darling, it is okay to let
me
in.
And it is okay to crumble a little bit.
Let ivy grow up your sides, if only
to remind you that life
is still possible within your hands.
And when you finally fall, I hope you realize
that you never were just a stronghold.
You are the sky,
the unreachable horizon,
and every beautiful thing in between.