I used to have a tree,
It's gnarled limbs reaching skyward
No matter how often I climbed that tree,
It only seemed to grow higher

The day the rains came,
and the lightning struck my tree
I fell yo my knees,
for the tree is a piece of me,
and the lightning struck me too

This tree still stands,
In the woods, tall and mighty
It's rough, calloused hands,
Still blow in the breeze, nightly
Nothing can bring down my tree,
My tree is tall and proud
The smoking tree still stands,
And lets my friends and I, sit around
In his shade,
The countless games we've played
That he bore witness too
He still reaches up, towards a sky of brighter blue

I cant explain the change
The change in me
Once so happy and go lucky
Now downtrodden and smelling of melancholy

My heart beats for an empty purpose
My intentions growing darker
writhing like serpents
Speak from the heart, a sermon of empty words
I can't feel anything anymore
The deepest of cuts bleed but don't hurt

I'm looking through glass, through my own eyes
Through each day I lose more control of my life
I'm never going to win, so  why even try?
Empathy is demolished, my feelings run dry
I can't say I love myselfI can't say I love anyone else
I'll pull the bottle down from the shelf
And drink until I don't feel anything

This anger flows through my veins,
It's blackened hands reaching for my throat,
Trying to bring me down,
Only memories of you can hurt me like this
the way we were,
So young and naive that it hurts
But I've come to realize that,
Yet to come is the worst
A double edges sword of love and hate,
Pierces my soul and mind,
Inner peace is something I'm to far gone to find,
I'm binded, blinded,
Yet you still run underneath my tightly shut eye lids

Years come to pass, before I open my eyes again
Silent sins plaguing me for many a day and night
Never to plague no more
As they wither we hither the steel swung
no shield for defense, immense broad my blade shall be
Love for eternity with the clash of the sword meant to heal..
Follow through with no urgency, blinded like a master
Flow severs only hate; and with the cut comes a rose
others hope to raise the broadblade we've raised within ourselves
but to no avail, weve made it far
serenity for infinity
Pulled from the stone, cut into positivity

No.
I won't do this anymore
I won't have my heart, bleeding, and feeling
And falling on the floor
Shake me to the core, I'm signing
I'll never love again!
But if I do, I'll die, just make sure that I go down swinging
Pitting, me against myself
That's all feelings have ever done
I always get my hopes up,
A never blooming rose bud
Yet the sword strikes me,
I begin pouring blood
Yet the feelings that I feel,
Will never be enough

Overbearing sun,
Above the highest of clouds,
Illuminating

She passes me by,
A scent of flowers and perfume
She flashes those eyes,
As she struts across the room
And she still wonders why,
When I say,
I can't get over you

Quiet is the evening
as darkness envelops
a once, bright sunlit day.
Tranquil, serene, emotions
slowly, tenderly, encompass
his inner being, preparing
to ease the burden
find peace, from
his hectic, stressful day.
He feels solitude and loneliness
start to creep into his thoughts.
Solitary more likely
the sense he feels.
Realizing he is alone,
no one to share the relaxation,
peacefulness, he has now found.
Soft, relaxing music
of gentle strings,
performed with the softness
of a snowflake floating
from the heavens.
He has reached his mood
no more worries, stress,
nothing, but pure peace.
For restful his mind, his spirit,
for sleep he’s finally found.

I felt alive, as I took my final breath
Don't you cry, I've found redemption in my death
Home isn't where your heart is,
Or where you hang your enemies head
but wherever the beautiful woman is,
that I woke up, laying next to, in bed

My headstone shouldn't be grieved upon
I am just a poet, a scholar, and a man
It's always darkest before the dawn,
And the dawn now comes, again