Matter of opinion, opinion has no matter. It has essence, force. We believe what we see although looks can be deceiving. An ever changing, trial and error, roller coaster of a belief system, huh? Oh curse our ****** humanity. Gaining an eternity of knowledge only to realize that you're still ten times more stupid than the next million people. That's just how it's always going to be. Thank our ****** humanity. The ability to feel pity, empathy, compassion. The things that show we truly have our own will power, and not some pawn in someone else's game. A double edged sword, forever a pain in our *****..

She walks down the hall in silence. The chirping of birds cheerily taunting from views of closed windows. Locked inside a placewhere naivety is not only taught, but spoon fed. Bangs in her eyes as she hums a tune, focusing only on the tapping of her steady feet, clothed in black Converse on the tiled school floor, dreaming of a day where anything could be better. At least that's the start of hope. The blooming of something new. When alone and stuck in the flow, one tends to try and break free.

Fly you random butterfly,
I couldn't do it,
So touch the sky.
On the paper,
Sketched and drawn.
You shine with hope,
Just like the dawn.

I can tell the future,
Let me know your past and present,
Let me be the one,
Please let me feel important.
I opened my eyes to the world,
I gained the knowledge word for word.
Don't tell me my reality could be absurd.
Don't leave me caged up like a bird.
I can see the silver lining.
Glowing bright and softly shining.
Like the world is good for something.
Live your life and love the loving.
Escape reality with or without me,
Take the sun and moon along for tea.
Dance for electricity, and avoid all the calamity.
Crash like waves onto the shore,
Leave beauty always wanting more.
The millionth heart already torn.
Crash like waves along the sea.
Let the music flow through me.
Escape reality with or without me,
Take the sun and moon along for tea.
Dance for electricity, and avoid all the calamity.

I can't find the light at the end of the tunnel.
I'm wondering if I'm lost.
I swear I would do anything,
To find my way at any cost.

Just a poets thoughts at two-thirty in the morning,
A light to discard all the mourning.
None of this makes sense but all just lingers,
In my thoughts tied around my finger.
Into words I type them down.
In rhymes in rhythms and music I drown.
A penny for your thoughts they say,
For words and tales of yesterday.
Waiting for the present to end,
We'll stay wrapped in memories of broken friends.

Dancing on glass,
Time please don't pass,
I don't wanna break through.

I'm looking forward to the past,
Cause it never did last,
And I'm sitting here missing you.

Time goes by,
Faster than the planes in the sky,
And I wonder why
I always have to say goodbye.

Is it not my time?
Am I not the right one?
Please tell me I'm right
Cause I'm not having fun.

Help me to escape
It's not the right place
Please stay by my side
Cause you can't be erased.

Crystallize my heart,
Freeze me to the core,
Rip my soul to shreds
And leave me like before.
Hollow out my eyes,
My dreams becoming lies,
Make my pain grow stronger,
This aching I despise.
Leave it to the best,
Just press and press and press.
Maybe if I try,
In peace I'll finally rest.
My idols fall again,
My heroes all lie dead,
Close your eyes in anger
And rest your precious head.

Time, an essence of insanity.
An image of morality.
Stuck in the flow of the world,
A whirlpool of nauseous hate.
Tick away without society.
Like smoke and mirrors,
A clock is an illusion.
An objectified piece of angst
With moving hands behind glass.
Time is nothing.
Time means nothing.
And shall forever continue to be nothing,
In the eyes of the people who see...

The shadow danced around and around,
Not leaving a spot untouched on the gray lonely ground.
It danced for night, it danced for day.
It danced from here, it danced from away.
It danced for thoughts of yesterday.
But here I am and here I lay,
My shadow dancer has gone astray.

Behind the eyes,
That tell such lies.
Does she despise,
The life she hides?

When she does think.
Of the life that she keeps,
The claws they sink,
Into her skin deep.

She severs ties.
She's lost,
She's cried.
Does she abide,
Behind the eyes?

I don't have a heart,
Yet it always gets broken.
Take me away to Oz
Cause I can't be outspoken .
Rusty hinges as I swing away the axe,
Broken cogs churning they all turned their backs.
Oil won 't relieve this ache,
It hurts because I'm nothing but fake.
Take the yellow brick road cause there's no place like home,
But I don't have one so I sit here alone.
I don't have a heart yet it always gets broken,
Take me away to Oz
Cause I can't be outspoken.
Nobody knows how hard and long I've yearned.
But you don't get what you want so I might as well learn.

Let my eyes roam the world and my mind roam my self, my center. The middle seven of my being, spinning endlessly til eternity allows complete enlightenment. Bound to these wheels we climb, resting our heads on the back of mother snake. Dig your roots deep to feel the connection, floating down a river with no end, liberating and manifesting opposites working together in complete harmony. Maybe we should give it a try...

Excellent, a new beginning, a fresh start. Don't you just love that feeling when you start something new, contribute something to existence. It truly is a very amazing thing. What can come from the human mind, are thoughts so complex. Beyond animal instinct, domesticated in such a way that we have made it past just simple civilization. We are interesting creatures, but all in all, we're nothing more than mere animals surviving in the ways that we know how.  

    There are so many things that exist, I'm not being narrow at all. In existence, there are so many things to know, to acknowledge. The down side of that is that we, in our lives, have no chance of obtaining even a fraction of all the knowledge that is floating around somewhere in this plane. So all we can do, is live as much as we can to obtain as much as we are able to. We can still try right?

    I guess the one thing all of us lack nowadays is the incentive to do anything, the will. But one day, all that we've lost will not be in vain. We have the power to make our lives happy, even though most of the times we don't want to.

    Dreams, the quick escape of reality. But do you ever really know if you're dreaming or not? I mean, who says that dreaming has to be in your sleep? I like to feel that I'm dreaming right now. Sitting here at three thirty-six in the morning, unable to sleep and sitting in the dark on my computer, the TV as background noise to keep away a sense of loneliness, typing away ideas like mad. Isn't that dreaming too? You feel immersed in what's happening in creations of your own mind. You ARE the characters. You have the power to make a whole world based around a certain idea, a certain fragment of a thought. You could continue on and on forever.

    What about when you're wide awake? Staring off into space, tapping on your desk. Or lost in your thoughts staring at a wall in your job, doing your work mindlessly, off in another dimension. How is that not a dream? Why can't we escape all the time? Why do we have to set restrictions for things that want to take off and fly?

    Maybe I'm just rambling, hoping someone will listen to my thoughts because I feel that thoughts are one of the most precious things that we have. You could look first glance at someone and think you know who they are, but in all actuality, you have to crack their thoughts, get a look inside to obtain the knowledge of who anyone is.

    People could be anything. That's the scary part. Who to trust, who is going to hurt you, ******* over, leave you stranded on your own. How do you know you actually know someone? How do you know if anyone knows you? How do you know if you know yourself?

    This is what leads us to question reality. To find what's real, what's life. Aside from the spoon fed, structured perfect life the media wants us all to live. The stereotypical people of our country. This is what leads us to break out, to free our minds. To reach the limits and pass the expectations of what anyone could have ever though life was.

    But awakening is only the beginning, what I'm wondering, is what we're all in store for next...

Her voice spits hatred but her heart seeps peace. Why can't she voice the opinions the breathes? The only way to express it is to bleed. The razor makes pain but it makes her not feel. The darkness has shown her that it is the king. She puts her fingers on the frets and then starts to sing. "Pain, pain don't go away, stay for just another day. I have no more that I can say, lets just hope death is on it's way."

What to write when you can't write at all,

Expialidocious for writers one to all.

To once, was and always will be.

A block to stop the flow of creativity.

To break the dam of written lust,

Chant Explialidocious.

What to say when nothing's to say?

To say again and again,

Just relax, take a ride on the merry go round.

Just watch it spin and spin.

Colors, words, thoughts, emotions,

Swirl around in pots like potions.

What to chant to break the hex?

Expialidociousness.

Don't believe in restrictions,
You'll only find yourself living up to your own expectations....
Don't let the world bring you down,
Just be your own and just be patient.

Whisper softly, so discrete.
Chanting along to the beat.
This is no enormous feat.
These blank pages just called out to me.

Full moon... Full moon...
Shine your light down on the sea.
Caress the beast inside of me.
Let me know you're there.
Full moon... Full moon...

Can I ask you a question?
How are you so **** comforting,
When you're a million miles away?
Full moon...
How can I be patient,
If I want to see you,
I'll have to wait and wait all day?
Full moon...

Twinkle twinkle little star,
Admire beauty from afar.
Twist my lone and eager heart.
Full moon... Full moon...

Heal all my hurting wounds.
Douse the pain in rays of you.
Make it disappear.
Full moon...

Honestly,
I hurt myself today.
Just to make sure it was all okay.
Just to feel in some sort of way.
Just to watch myself decay.
I hurt myself today.

I broke,
I lost.
Overwhelmed with exhaust.
To get me back at any cost.
From day to day, whirled and tossed.
I can't believe I broke,
I lost.

Honestly,
I hurt myself again.
I didn't think my will was this paper thin.
To take the razor and cut the skin.
I didn't mean to hurt myself again.

Honestly,
I guess that's just the price you pay.
To let it take the pain away.
To let it make your thoughts astray.
That's just the price you pay.
To know you're gonna hurt yourself today...

Time escalates by leaving me time to think. How many times have I stood, staring in the mirror, blinking away the tears, each image coming clearer?

    Time shattering truth in anger, each shard cutting deep but each cut cutting deeper. Alone on the floor, myself against my wrist, crying on the phone, hearing the clock as it ticks.

    Standing on a bridge, screaming at the sky. Picking each Iris, crying and asking why. Rain may wash away the tears but you're always left crying, wishing away the years.

    They tell me all the time, "You are not alone" but all that I touch, just rots and turns to stone. Hourglasses turning in hands, keep restarting the never ending sands. Make time last, I can't. But remembering is a curse, in which will be grand...

Open your eyes,

The world has been calling.

Inviting you to its sweet awakening.

Open your eyes,

It's colors bending.

Not working in the reality of physics.

To run rampid in the sky,

Just open your eyes.

Drift, just like I didn't ever exist right? Just let me float away, no anchor, no support, no reason to stay. Why reality? Why does it always have to be life itself that's the one that stings? The one that brings you back to the beginning, wondering how you could stray so far. I need some shelter soon, shelter from myself. I feel all of it breaking, listening to the sound of the success crunching under my foot like broken glass.

     It's just a shot away..

    Just break me off already, leave me in my ******* head more than I already am. Leave me to think myself to sleep after two days of restless worry about nothing in particular. Nothing. That's it right? That's what we value so much. Nothing. It destroys me more than any drug. It kills me faster than a slit to the throat. I feel it breaking me down.

   It's just a shot away....

    The only one, I happen to be the only one hopeless. Optimism running low. Ready to explode in madness. It's always got to be alone huh? Suffering? The funny part is that they don't even notice. Masking is just the easy part. I feel it all so close. So close to touch... Freedom.. Why can't I reach it?

    It's just a kiss away...

    I taste it, I feel the life coursing through me. I feel my heart pumping in my chest, the blood flowing through my body, the wheels spinning in my core. I feel my existence passing by in seasons. Why is it so hard to achieve? The urge is so thick that I can slice it with any quick movement, motivation at an all time low.

    It's just a shot away...

    Truthfully, I know that in the future, none of this will matter to me. These petty problems will be a thing of the past when we only have room for the present. But when we only have room for the present, we tend to forget the future, and that tomorrow will be today someday. None of this is called for, but it has to be. So it will, and it will continue to. No matter how hard we try. All of it...

    It's just a shot away...

Remember me, I beg. For those playful lost times I cherish until my bitter sweet death, and here I lay, just a breath of the past pushed away in the corner of your memory, a ghost you once said you would always hold close, what lies. How foolish could I be? To trust on ones promises, the words for the weak. For hours of roads lay between your faded out words, forgotten and longed for that comfort just once more. Press me out of your heart for I no longer matter. I wish for the wings of Icarus, but the bliss of ignorance burned out once more by the sun and thrown into the sea, don't let me fall. Remember me, I beg.

Shadows dancing on the walls

Whispering they softly call

chanting me to sleep

And in the darkness they all weep

Kissing away an ounce of burning light

Leaving me with only lonely fright

Cure me of it all

Blame it on the shadows dancing on the walls

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Everything takes a certain direction, rather it be the direction to take multiple directions or otherwise. Existence is merely one step above reality, which in its own is only what we perceive. So what about that moment, that exact second when you realize what exactly reality is? What is it like that second that you open your eyes to the world? What is it like, the second when everything becomes lucid?...