I'm now in a position,
To embark on a journey that terrifies me, leaving me sleepless without a dream
Making the blood pressure rise
Allowing my mind to start to believe..
As we grow older, wishing on promised luck and wanting to achieve
Formulating our individuality, searching for ignorance to please,
Paying amends to our regretful past, mistaking our wants from our needs.
All while only healing our flaws, when the wounds start to bleed.
I can't aim to please,
No, not anymore..
How can I want to be rich, when internally I'm morally poor
With goals I talk about, when I never played enough to score
With my eyes on the rearview mirror, when there is so much more to look forward...to.
A story we all have, hard times we've all been through
It's how you write you're ending,
The outcome of your book only can  come from you.
**"Never erase, never stop writing your story, never give up on what you do."

Dripping through the paint
Sticking to the wood
Chasing the rain drops away
Left right
Up and down
Gravity has no reign here
And-- time stops
It ceases to exist, the light fades
What we once knew trembles in angst
Our reality and dreams become one
We live on through the illusions
Clinging to life itself
For what more do we have?
When words are just
Words

Please, oh Lord, save me from this broken well.
The water is crashing,
And they keep pouring more and more.
The well is getting higher as each different person adds more to the death that was meant to give life.

Save me, because I believe that the well is growing because of the girl I've turned into.
While others think otherwise, I see myself as the monster I have become.
I've become a living hurricane,
Never constant.

It's at this point when I realize I need to be rescued.
Lord Jesus rescue me from this well,
That is drowning me with the sinful ways of this world,
Yet is still empty of beauty.
Save me. I need to be saved.

i miss you and this is as much poetry as there is in me