I've drank the finest of wine
Down to the bottom of the bottle
Only to witness an ocean alone
Barely surviving my own hands

A fire burned through my viens
That was blew out by the wind
Breezing through the leaves
A calmness that sits with me
Before calmness dismisses me

I walked across the tallest blue sky
Where wide winged birds soar high
Til promises of white clouds turn grey
And so there I fell with the rain
Dripping through the lowest gutter

Many times I was buried, lying in dirt
Like a grave, needing no help
Finding the dark inside of myself
But I always rise with the blades
Of the greenest fresh spring grass

No matter what feeling I catch
None of them seem to everlast

she is a happy ending,
not everyone can wait for.

Clock ticks,
The pen scribbles.
Pages fill,
Drowned in the letter.
In my mind,
Hallucinating,
Day and Night.
A void chamber,
Forgot my key inside.

I've conquered sadness
I've conquered madness
I've conquered laziness
I've conquered darkness
I've conquered mountains
I've conquered pains
I've conquered the insane
I've conquered the impossible
I've conquered the irresistible
I've conquered unbelief
I've conquered unrelief
I've conquered rejection
I've conquered perfection
I've conquered fame
I've conquered shame
I've conquered lust
I've conquered distrust
I've conquered reason
I've conquered treason
I've conquered my fears
I've conquered tears
I've conquered dark years
I've conquered lonely days
I've conquered errant ways
I've conquered erratic sways
I've conquered hate
I've conquered fate
I've conquered stress
I've conquered distress
I haven't conquered love
I've conquered nothing

For every
minute
you are angry,

you lose
60 seconds
of happiness.

She said "I'm falling in love."

I said "I'm falling apart."

My little friend is now gone
My tragic life must go on; despite that
His evil eyes and his cheeky smile still burn in my mind
He no longer exists except
For my memory of him
And I rejoiced
When I heard the news
Still I can recall how I sobbed
When he gave me his evil eye for the first time
When he hurled glass and other projectiles at me when he was hungry
When he spent hours upon hours pondering the fabric of society
I hated him
I wished
For his death
I was depressed
It was like paint peeling off a wall
It was like finding a dead leprechaun at the end of a rainbow
I was expecting some sort of remorse when he left
Funny how heartbreak works

Now read this in reverse
Because sometimes all you need
Is a little change of perspective
To truly understand someone