Sadness swirls within me growing ever more tumultuous.
I cannot think, I cannot feel, I cannot love.
The only thing I can seem to do is hurt.
The past is the past is done. I cannot change my actions.
My hurt stems from every passing second without you.
Each second that could have been spent in your arms, in your eyes, in your heart.
The weight of what I’ve done, leechlike, drains me.
It was real. It is real to me. I will know no end to this pain.
To lose a diamond because I forgot to shine it.
To lose my heart because I forgot to feel it.
I am lost.

My number?
Yes.
Thousands of dollars
82 Miles
1 that got away
6 heartaches
3 heartbreaks
2 years strong
6 countries
Hundreds of tears
1 unsteady brain
2 unsteady hands
1 heart full of love
This is what has shaped me.
Call it when you're ready.

Known as "the lost", she is a part from the sea
Lost in body, not in heart and mind
For her soul flows as gracefully as the waves
And her heart calms the hearts of many

They are connected, thine maiden with the sea.
Their moods and airs change rapidly
As if the tumult of a concerto drives them both
The sweetness of silence to the blackness of fear

There is a single redeemer to the good and bad sea
The sun gives it warmth when it's calm
And parts the clouds when it is melancholy
It brings bliss to the sea in any circumstance

As am I to the girl, the sun is to the sea
A light in her darkness, a calming of her storms
I bid my warmth only for the tranquility of her face
And stay by her for the euphoria of her soul

This I pledge until the end of time
To warm the heart of another with love
As she made me the sun I am
For bringing her light and beauty into my life

Jeremy was an artist, the best of his day
He started as a boy, he liked to draw rather than play
He was famous back then, known all through the land
As the little boy from Norfolk, with the steadiest hand

Peculiar he was, for he never spoke a word
His parents told the public, "through his work he liked to be heard"
Those who watched him recall, his face was clear and gleaned
But his eyes shone dark with pain, suffering so it seemed

His art may shine bright, bring light to dark times
But it's not his true passion, rather his crux to draw lines
He has to do it anyway, from his family it keeps dread
Or rather because his parents, hold a gun against his head

A small child in a white headdress
Skips along a green, watery crest
To a tune only she and the sky knows
The further she ventures, the louder it grows

The creeks and trees wish for her company
Her eyes, to them, she tends to see
But her heart is strong and mind set true
To her destination, the forest passed through

As life is, every step unknown
We skip along to our very own song
Even when things seem inviting to stop
Our hearts and minds are set, they cannot.

Where to be, am I?
Here? No.
There? Maybe.
Stuck in a lullaby.

Am I, to be where
I am? No.
You are? Maybe.
A never ending scare.

Are we, to be?
Friends? No.
Family? Maybe.
Everything you are to me.

In a far off distant place,
I see me with thee
Setting atop a hill
Edged with a single tree

We hold hands looking
Not into our eyes we glare
But off into the distance
At forever, we do stare.

It takes us from this earth
Together, I did infer
And yet I was in one hand
And you, in the other.

I feel, I create, I love.
Without bound, without guidance . . . without fear
For art for arts sake
Is majority the reason why I am still here
Prizes blind the talented
They run after a goal of riches and fame
While their beauty is lost
In a swirl of cameras, magazines, and pain
I don’t want that life
I want to give to the world forgiveness sake
The world gave me a gift
There is only waste to take and take and take
So to all who are listening
Don’t aim for a future in wealth and pride
Be proud of yourself
But only when you can put the glory aside.