Leaving your comfort zone

Is like a moon jumping orbit

Out there on its own, scared and alone

With no notion of its loss or benefit



For an undermined length of time

The moon will be just a moon

It is both eerie and sublime

Yet hoping to find its destination soon



The journey may be long

It may be lonely, and scary at times

But to find where it belongs

It is surely worth the crime



For if it never did stray from its track

It would never know what lies beyond its realm

The less the travel the more the lack

And never would it know true whelm

I can say you’ve always been there
Through all the wear and tear
You were always by my side
The whole ride
All of it.
But I’ll admit.
Though I can say you were there for me
I will say too, you never did care for me.
As a matter of fact I can even go so far as to say that you were the cause
Of all the wear and tear for which you were there: My sorrows, my stress, insecurities, flaws.
That was you.
It’s what you do.
But I know you’ll never admit the truth
You’ll never take responsibility for those years from my youth
That you took from me!
Don’t you see!?
All this time you insisted you just wanted to help
But all you did was leave me with these internal welts
I was just a girl…
And you made me less of one.
And when I had finally decided I’d had enough
You insisted that I was the one being too tough
And here you still are, years down the line.
We haven’t spoken in a while but you still stay close behind
Every once in a while I will hear you voice your plead
Trying to convince me that I still need you
I wonder if you’ll ever truly leave me in alone
Although I’ll admit is scares me that I might be left isolated
Because unfortunately I am not made of stone.
And sometimes the thought of taking you back leaves me blissfully sedated
Do you see what you’ve done?
The longer you’re here the more I feel strung
Like some sort of puppet.
But I am not your puppet
And you have to leave now
Yes, I hear you beckoning
And it’s sickening!
It cuts like a knife
But I need you out of my life
You’ve been hiding in my closet for way too long
And it’s invasive, repulsive, and utterly wrong!
How about
You get out
You say I never listened to you?
No. I did my share of listening
Now YOU listen to ME!
For years you’ve been a total invasion of my privacy!
And you have the nerve to say that I obstructed YOU!?
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I can’t do this anymore, I’m done…
I can’t just fork over every waking hour, sacrifice this much of me to someone
But I’m left in total despair,
For deep down, I know you’ll always be there

Imagine a world



Where everyone has maybe ten,

Instead of seven hundred and twenty four, friends



A world where you would have to help your friend to apprehend

That that dude you were with at the mall on Tuesday is not your boyfriend



And it’s not a big deal, its just something you sometimes have to do

Because it wasn’t clearly stated on a page that tells the whole world about you



Where people don’t like, but they laugh at the jokes you do

And where you’d be appalled by the fact that some creep just poked you!



A world where you can’t wait to get out of bed the next day

So you could tell of what happened at last nights cabaret



Because then you get to be there to see their reactions

Instead of just pinning it up on your page to be rationed



Where a hug is simply the best feeling to be had

And not seeing a red square pop up on your tab

A moment in your arms is life alone
A life alone with you is heaven’s grace
You are the thread with which my heart is sewn
My eyes cannot resist your picture face

You color-code my planet’s black and white
This Technicolor dream is sure to last
And you and I are such a perfect sight
I can’t recall the future or the past

I am in love with you there is no doubt
If you were gone my heart would surely ache
For any bliss that I could dream about
I still can’t wait to see you when I wake

My heart will always skip a beat or two
‘Cause all I ever think about is you

Speak not when in awe

The most beautiful moments

Are muffled by words

Ask a child why he fears the dark

He will say ”It is because I cannot see”

As adults we fear the light

Because we wish not to see

But not seeing the horrors that stand before us

Does not make them disappear

Which is the sillier thing to fear?

Like something venomous

Sunrise penetrates my window

Seeping through the flesh blanket

That protects my eyes from reality



Unable to ignore the sun’s rays

The light escapes me

A light that was so radiant just moments ago

And now is but a foggy memory

Of a thought that will never be

If it weren’t for other artists I would not love what I do

They make my ideas brighter when I’m making something new

Each one has a certain style that lets who they are shine through

I like to think that when I write I have a style too

And you’ll never see a piece alike. No, not a single two

It really is quite gripping that it’s all so unique and true

And I can almost not believe all the different points of view

It really proves we’re each our own and no one can do it quite like you

No matter what the art you choose, or where you’re from, or who

Cheers to all the artists, and I bid to you, adieu!

We live on a sphere
Floating through a black abyss.
That is pure magic

The world could learn to understand
That good is made by man
Sometimes what is good for one
Won’t fall into your plan

It is this very disagreement
That breaks the world apart
Even the smallest variance
Can cause a war to start

When someone breaks the rule of right
We all get up in arms
How could they have done this crime
And caused the world such harm?

It’s utterly outrageous!
Well, to some it just may be
But to others it might not be the case
And they would disagree

The thief who stole the loaf of bread
Has children starving back at home
And the one who didn’t “get a job”
Can’t afford a decent set of clothes

Even a killer, in his disarray
As horrid and filled with spite,
Do you think he would have done the crime?
If he didn’t think it’s right?

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not trying to condone
The crimes that people do
I just wonder if perhaps you might have done the same
If you had lived your life in that person’s shoes

And you might say no.
And I’ll believe you as that’s for what you fight
Because everyone, in their own heads
Is fighting for what they think is right.