Crunch! The leaves and twigs
Woosh! The fleeting blue jay
Between the words spoken by
The softly moving stream
Melancholy sonnets breathed out
By nature's beauty and light
Euphoria attires to euphoria
Whilst serenity to serenity
The woods breath, speak, live
Humans cannot compare
Yet nature is more at peace
Than anything we could imagine

I need to stop the voices
I need to stop the screaming
There are less choices
Than I can remember seeing
I can't feel my heart
I can't express my soul
Why am I apart
Of a life so sad and droll
I go into the day smiling
Hoping for a better day
The day comes back at me growling
Shoving me back in the fray
I want to make it stop
I want to know how
I need to make it stop
There's no more my life can allow .

The soft shore sits waiting
Braiding the water in lines of shady foam
The melancholy repetition of the waves
Representing my day to day
Each day, same as the last
The stress
The anxiety
The people who don't know
That just like a wave breaks
All my waves are breaking me
If there is any way
To get out of this cycle
Permanently
Maybe Ill take it
And just let the waves
Swallow me up
Heart and soul

Day to day to day to day
Along the path of life I play
The words and melodies of one sorrowful song
Euphoria and madness betwixt the fray.

Tears sprinkle each week you say
But leave with a smile is what you portray
The nights are getting long, too long
Day to day to day to day

I want to fall away
From everything that bothers me
...there's so much that bothers me...
It's getting hard to bear
       Getting hard to stand
       Getting hard to breath
       Getting hard to live
If only the best things in my life
Could be applied to those problems
And whisked them away
Like a feather
In the breeze.
To be seen years later
In a field of never ending wonder
And yet boundless stagnancy
Where one is all
And all is the same
That is all

I don't know where to start...
At the beginning I guess.
That's where it all starts,
And ends, if you think about it

When I look inside, I don't see darkness.
I see light, wonder, potential
Spinning and spinning
Like the thoughts and feelings inside me.
Things fly by my view
At a speed too fast to grasp
And yet slow enough to see.
What do I chose?
What do I do?

An eagle chooses which way it flies.
A mouse chooses which direction it scurries.
Even a humble caterpillar has the freedom of direction.
Why can't I?
Why am I destined to stay on one path?
Since when has anything stayed on one path...

Life may not have any meaning
But it was never meant to.
Our meanings our individual, unique.
We have the opportunity and ability to shape them how we want
Make us who we want.
Meaning to one may mean different to another.
Difference of meaning is not contempt of acceptance.
Life has no meaning.
So we provide meaning into that which is life.

Darkness fills the cracks
More thoroughly than light does
Swallowing up more than just objects
It take emotions, words, faces
Throws them into a pit
Superstition only lies around such a pit
Fear of the insides of darkness
Fear of what darkness can do
We've all been harmed in darkness
We've all cried in darkness
We've all died a little in darkness
But maybe the dark helps
More than the light does
When all you have to think about
Is the pain and confusion
Of a life half-lived
A brain half-used
A heart half-healed
For these are the maladies
That inflict us all
Darkness eats life,
But pushes it forward as well.