Music can change your mind.
The lyrics bringing you warmth in your coldest moments.
The flow of a few words with a chord,
can seem so simple.
The flow can mean so much.
The beat giving your heart a pace,
to keep beating.
When you can find no reason to go on,
Mind bending music,
helping you to see the world through new eyes.
Giving a broken heart,
something to believe in.
A broken soul,
healed with voice of someone they will never meet.
A soundtrack to a life,
A reason to smile.
Turn up the volume and become someone else,
for a while.

The night shift,
no rest for the working.
Sitting here,
drinking strong coffee.
My eyes are heavy.
Dreaming of the warmth of my covers.
The cuddles that I'm missing.
The soft pillows.
I'm tired.
Strung out on caffeine.
Waiting, anticipating,
for the time I love.
Where I can drift away.
Close my eyes,
and let my imagination
take me away.
The clock slows,
seconds, seem like hours.
Duty calls.
Retirement seems too far away.

we are imperfections of the universe
Power greedy beings, who do not understand
All knowing, stupid creatures of habit.
Believing in all, Realizing nothing
with questioning morals
We lie in the name of love, **** in the name of God.
We judge everything, as if we have the right to.
We depend on the passiveness of non-violent people.
To bully them and prove our power
Stating they are "weak", when in fact,
Are intelligent. Amongst the powerful morons that govern our society.
They **** children, for freedom.
Stealing their innocence.
We all watch on, intelligent and stupid alike.
Do nothing and justify ******.
Learning nothing from the past,
We continue to be guided by falsehoods,
Such as religion and democracy
Millionaires, **** for oil.  ****** the youth of a chance for peace.
Blood rains down on the world,
Lies, hatred and envy grow.
Until one day, no one will be safe.
No one will know the true meaning of love,
or peace.
We will blame the media, society, parenting.
Anything but ourselves and the ignorance we hold so dear to our cold hearts.
Forgetting that we all played a part in digging the mass grave we will all one day lie in.
Where will the politicians hide when the bombs strike the world?

Who knows where we go when we die?
Does the past linger for them too?
Do they really watch over us,
Or is there such a utopia that surronds them,
That they forget us, and really leave us all together?
I do not believe this, yet have no idea what happens.
Who would they go and see?
I would want to be so many places,
All at once.
Try to make myself a part of everyone's day,
I would like to break myself into a million pieces.
Make myself into inanimate objects of everyone's day.
And, everytime they used that object,
they.... not knowing why were reminded of me.
A colour even, A fictional character,
When I die,
I want to be ink on paper,
Shades of pink lipstick,
I want to be an invented imaginary place that only two people really know exists.
I want to be a kiss,
a hug,
A hand on someone's shoulder.
A tear that magically disappears as it runs down a cheek.
A quiet warm feeling that makes you feel so safe.
I want to be everything, anything.
A memory that will never fade from one's mind.

The confusion in my mind dissipates

And finally, my life seems to make sense.

The wrong decisions are not made in vain,

I can now see the beauty that this world has to offer me.

The love in my life over ruling the hatred of others,

Calms my soul and allows me to smile.

I love to smile and did not know how much I missed it.

But still I miss you, I hold you so dear in my heart.

I miss your smile and your voice.

I miss the sweetness that radiated out of your heart.

I miss you every minute of every day.

I visit you,

I cry at your grave,

I can feel your hand guiding me through this,

And that is why I smile...

You are still with me,

You will always be with me.

But I wish I could hug you and laugh with you still.

Now, you are the most amazing angel smiling down.

You are my angel.

I will never forget or stop loving you.

Is it real, any of it?

Is a constant reminder and feeling of what was,

Just that,

Only a feeling?

Or is it my warning sign to break now,

Run while I still can,

Or sit and wait for the walls to crumble.

Warning signs, self contempt,

I can no longer tell the difference.

That is terrifying,

Knowledge is power,

Ignorance is bliss.

What do I choose?

Where do I go?

And who can I run to?

What becomes of us when we spend our time,

Thinking of what might be?

And worrying about what could be true.

Lost and alone,

I ask myself these questions.

I always ask myself these questions,

Yet I still have not found an answer.

Frightened, stressed, and unimpressed

I wander through my day,

In a fog.