Constantly blasting my music in hopes of losing my hearing
so maybe then I'll stop hearing the ghost of your voice

Music
   has the power
to stop my racing thoughts.
   To capture me in
         JOY.
To hold me patiently
   so I can BE
   in the shifting chaos
   around me.
MUSIC
   my solace,
   my peace.

My fingers played the piano to the beats I have never known,
It rhymed in it's perfecting beauty as it echoed in our crystal halls.
Yet a question harped in my mind as I touched the piano for the first time.
Is it my mind that knows of the lyrics of what to become or has it always been my heart that sings of you.

Stop Waiting on others
to verify what you bring
the table is more than
of letting love ring
verify with yourself your amazing
Stop. Waiting.

I had to learn the hard way
love yourself before others
than though it won't always be easy
it's worth it too keep the pain smothered

I'm not saying you won't get hurt
in fact, it's a part of life that you will
however take this verse
and apply it where you will

love yourself
then love someone else
Because that's how you're going to stay yourself

Because a glimpse of the world,
Cease to exist as I sit in despair,
The contrast of a disability,
Is how I stay aware.

I may not see the bright blue skies,
Or the glowing stars that shines at night,
I still hear the rain as it claps on the ground,
And the voice of a man singing in delight.

Like water shall fall as if I were a cascade,
I may not see where I set foot,
But I can touch the stones called walls,
The softness of my shoes that helps me stay put.

I may not see the colour of your lips,
As some would say pink or close to wine,
But I do not care,
As I feel love when our lips sync and arms intertwine.

I am not a blind man,
But if I could walk a mile,
The land discovered shall be cherished,
Shall it be a journey worthwhile.

Why are my heroes less real than yours? I'm so **** sick of that stupid cliche "cops and soldiers, and firefighters up up and away." None of them were there for me in any way.
I don't give a crap if you won't follow or if I never see a "like" or a "favorite" again.
God almighty couldn't stop my pen.
So why are my heroes less real then yours?
Isn't god just as real as mine?
So shut the hell up and get back in line.
you know who was there the day I couldn't stand.
Not your heroes playing wars in the sand.
Not your cops, who were off killing kids.
No fire here, turn a deaf ear.
The ones who were there for me on that day. Was a hero in red with horns on his head. A man all in black who dressed like a bat. A solider that stood for what a nation aspires. And a immigrant from who knows where.
They taught me my morals from birth this I swear. They taught me right. They taught me wrong. I don't give a **** if you think I'm wrong.
I will write comics as bright as the sun. I will save worlds with words. I won't apologise, don't insult the fire in my eyes.
I've never questioned to what you aspired. I never met your heroes before but I respect the story's of yours in the war. Of cops who helped kids who didn't have a dime, of firefighters saving people in time.
so leave mine alone they saved plenty they have. Even if its only the life of a depressed lonely lad.

I wish for the day we find someone who doesn't have to play pretend,
who sees my scars,
and softly presses their lips to every single one,
not to erase them,
but to simply accept the parts of me I am not proud of,
as they are,
as I am,
and then last they will take their lips and rest them on mine,
not to erase me,
but to colour me for the rest of time.