For the things I have been complaining
Because I have not found real joy
I know they are meaningless

The joy cannot be found searching
There is nothing to seek

All I crave I have already
Nothing has been taken
From the starry skies.

My sibling is always there
If I'm dealing with the worst they're right there for me
No matter what i can tell them anything
They've been asking for a while to read my poems
Probably not expecting some to be about them
My sibling
I'll always love you
I'll always be there for you when times are tough
No matter what you can tell me anything
I cant wait till I can hug you
My amazing sibling

When words fail what's left?
Song?
My praises singing
Hands?
I gesture, paint worlds with my movements
When words fail do we write?
Put my pen to paper and let the words spread like watercolor
Words
speech, are all I know
Silence is a foreign language to me
When words fail I have little left.
So I pray my words do not fail.
Because words are mine.

For the world is a twisted place,
Demons lurk within.
Crimes hidden behind gentle smiles.
One wrong step,
And a grave dug beside.
To trust or not?
A question mark remains.
Here I rest my case....

you had a gun,
there was blood everywhere,
but I couldn't run....
I saw the tears drowning in your eyes,
and I knew it was all a big mistake.
but you were the one holding the gun.
I didn't even hear it go off, but it did.
everything was supposed to be alright
you told me you had to do it.
and I believed you....

you are
everything i need but
you need
something else