How can you say goodbye and not cry?
All through life there are hellos and goodbyes
but know one ever tells you what happens after
Do they live?
Do they die?
Do they go home and slam the door or just move on and live a lie?
Life is unpredictable until it turns on its side and opens up another world
A world where life has meaning
Where everyone you meet gives you a new perspective and makes you grow and become inspired in awesome and sometimes in slightly weird and unexpected ways.
So lets go on living day by day
where we might have to say goodbyes but hopefully never cry.

A heart made of glass
A mind made of steel
Love is a dream until you find out its real
Hugging in the winter
Dreaming in the summer
Filling my heart while melting my mind
Loving everything I am and all that I will be
Forming the shape of just you and me

I write these words because
I can't believe that my world is dying and I'm still on my feet
Living my life while the world is crumbling
Why should I live when others die of being hungry?
We try to right our wrongs but in the end
Our regrets pile up till the lights become dim

I wish my heart was made out of LEGO's
So I can take a piece off and slip it into the pockets
of everyone I meet
So they will never forget me.

I know our love will never be easy
Every day will be like riding a  roller coaster
We will have our up and downs
Twist and turns
Stop and starts
Laughing and screaming
But that is just how couples are
We live each day trying to make the most of it
Whether we like each other or not
Life goes on
Just how the night is in love with the dawn

A flower that blooms only at night
It will close within the mornings light
Blooming only once a year the buds close when there time is up
The flower is white like the moon
Its beauty unrefined
The plant was given to us by a relative
It never blooms until her untimely death
Now we cherish each bloom like a reminder that she is still here
We always see her every year

Why oh why do I follow you?
When you lead me to a foreign place
Where no flowers grow and all the tree's are bare
All I do is follow you
There is nothing to hear and nothing to feel
No sound of animals or insects near
The sky is still blue but with no clouds for comfort
And still I follow you
With eyes like water and hair as black as a raven
With a voice like honey and a smile like the devil
You make me feel as if I hardly know myself
You bring back memories that my desires wish to be real
and my mind wants them to be forgotten
I wish I could run but I know my heart would stop me
She's waiting for us to stop walking
To start somewhere where the flowers bloom and the grass grows
Where we could lay in the sun all day and form the clouds into our most treasured fantasies
But where do you start when your in a foreign place
When all I can do is follow you hoping that you will one day look behind and
realize I've always been there for you.

Ink stains on my hands
I spend ten hours a week trying to describe my passion
through a blood stained carving tool
I waste paper that last over a hundred years trying to make my ideas into realities
Through this whole process my mind rejects my heart saying
" You will never be successful in your passions!"
" You are wasting your time! "
" You will never be able to find something artistic that you love"
I try to ignore these blaring comments by working even harder
My heart is devoted to my passions but sometimes doubts my ambitions
Always cautious and reminding me that I need to find something that I love
It is just so hard not to love the only thing that makes you feel loved

With every beckoning move
My power self destructed
I stood among the audience
With no outrageous opinions
I performed as a harlequin
Trying to dulcify my motives
My torn pockets spilling sand
The baptism of fire
They said they were comrades
But at that moment
They enunciated
My defeat
Strenuously.
I'm tired of seeing the wall break
My cigarette stained hands yearn for demise

Thimble

Darkness rises from beneath,
small, ugly and has no teeth.
Crawls out from the slime,
gets more creepy each time.
Only happens once a year,
one long day makes a career.
Wanders out and wonders why,
one day is one day to shy.
Determined to make a day two,
this isn't Horton hearing a Who.
This is one mean creature,
you student, it teacher.
Only the size of a thimble,
has no name just a symbol.
Dug a hole through the pond,
it's like a miniature James Bond.
Rules the pond like no other,
looking for his missing mother.
Interviewing anything swimming,
dodging every single skimmer.
As the puddle starts to sink,
not an inch or a drop to drink.
A whirlpool circles in center,
into the whole that it enter.
Back down into its hole,
one day a year, it will patrol.

Darkness rises from beneath,
small, ugly and has no teeth.
Crawls out from the slime,
gets more creepy each time.
Only happens once a year,
one long day makes a career.
Wanders out and wonders why,
one day is one day to shy.
Determined to make a day two,
this isn't Horton hearing a Who.
This is one mean creature,
you student, it teacher.
Only the size of a thimble,
has no name just a symbol.
Dug a hole through the pond,
it's like a miniature James Bond.
Rules the pond like no other,
looking for his missing mother.
Interviewing anything swimming,
dodging every single skimmer.
As the puddle starts to sink,
not an inch or a drop to drink.
A whirlpool circles in center,
into the whole that it enter.
Back down into its hole,
one day a year, it will patrol.