hello there
it's been a while
i haven't spoken to you in a while
and i think it's fair to say i've changed
changing is hard
and not fun at all
but this is proof
that maybe one day
i can come back
and say hello again
to me from then
from me now

The way he looks at me,
Eyes so full of awe
Like I’m the prettiest girl in the world,
but also like there’s no one else at all
I can’t help but stare right back
as he tilts his head in question

and asks what I’m looking at

Clearly he doesn’t understand

That I’m looking at him

Him and his smile from ear to ear,

The dimples appearing on his cheeks

His eyes lighting up with no light at all,

but somehow brighter than a thousand suns

We look at the sky
peering up beyond
beyond the last birds seeking home
and the last rays of sun sinking behind the clouds
but generally we see nothing
it takes complete darkness
to really see what lies
in the ******* beyond
but even then we forget
the millions of miles separating
us and the stars
twinkling almost sadly in the distance

We are made of stardust
yes, that is true
basic elements connect us all
in hues of an artist's color wheel
but why do we acknowledge
something so far
when we are really more like what is right beneath our feet

Dirt
overlooked but completely necessary
allowing us to exist in our natural form
something we touch
and through that touch
we feel the energy of the world

Flow

flowing like the blood through our veins
flowing like the river down a mountainside
flowing like the song out a bird
like the ocean 'round a great whale
like the air into our lungs
like the tears from our eyes

just like the feelings from our hearts

love was made for two,
but not us two tonight

you see me as broken
i see me as whole
but its just who i am
engraved in my soul

We watch for days
To see the results
But little do we know
The worst is yet to come

Isn’t it funny how
Earth, forged from the universe
Will die by our hands?

Turned to nothing
By just a phrase
Spoken from anger
When deep in rage
Told I was nothing
By my own blood
It hurts a little
But not too much

To speak from the heart
Is never an easy task
But you help a bit

I’m not who you think
No, not who you see
Now that there’s your problem
You assume who is me

Though you don’t understand
You could at least try
Try and reach your hand
Across this large divide

I’ll reach my hand out too
To make you understand
Me and my goals,
Exactly who I am

Am I a liar
For being someone I'm not
When I should be me?

If silence speaks louder than words,
Why was I not heard?

I've lost my artistic touch
and I've never felt so lost

death litters my mind
tears litter my face
blood litters my arm

even as the blade crosses my skin
i dont feel a thing

the final push
the final crack
on the brink
of never coming back

I want to write my own story
But sadly I only hold a poet's pen
Not the pen of destiny

It’s just a
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Wracking my brain
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Programmed­ to drive me crazy
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Tak­ing over my thoughts
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Making it hard to sleep
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I need to escape
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My very own brain