You may think I'm crazy
I can assure you I'm not
But if things seem peculiar
And I'm sort of in a spot
Its not because I chose to be weird
Its all part of the game

His mind was like a lonely wild,
murmuring like a harp amongst the trees.
Like a great tune to which the planets roll,
his words gave a curious satisfaction,
as when a coin,
tested,
rings true gold

she had eyes like limpid pools in shadow,
Her face like a light
She danced like a flower in the wind,
Her gracefulness ever so slight.
Then she was gone
like a glow on the cloud
at the close of day,
gone astray
like a sheep that is lost

That heavy sinking feeling
in your chest
When you find out something
that you really didn't want to know
It's almost like your mind
just delivered a lethal blow
To your soul

I hate knowing that you have to face a certain reality
With too much uncertainty
With a sinking feeling in my chest
I hope for the best

do we learn how to live happier or does everything get better?
i somehow doubt its the latter

the way you gasped for air
diving under the set of waves
timed too closely together
the gritty salvation of collapsing together on the shore

Soft colors
gentle warmth
the sun's caress
words spoken with a smile
we open our doors
to the sound of laughter
And a song drifts on the wind

.
Others call it singing,
I call it just talking with style.
A cup half full or half empty?
Sometimes,
the glass is twice as big as it needs to be.

is suicide really just killing yourself
or beating god,
at his own game

she's as mysterious as a faceless murmur,
like a goldfish in the pond, hiding amongst the fronds.
Am I desperately intrigued by you?
Am I trying to touch the fog?
Or are you the fog that will be nowhere to feign, when the sun will shine again?

You know the feeling of knowing something is near?
Oh it just fills me with fear
Fear of how things could go wrong
Like how a tone deaf person sings a song
Despite all the mental preparation
And all the friendly persuasion
You still make me scared
Without even knowing
I cared.