Meaning in my scars,
etched letters on my arm -

A man with a Bowie knife

Letters form the words:
"Dredge soil from his soul;
a lake without mud's alive."

Seemingly unharmed.

Best feeling ever had -

was spared from the shiny blade.

Now I'll stick around.
Scared? No, I think I'm brave;
let destiny have its way.

The day is near when you will not
always want to share your soul.

Learn every flower has spent some
hours in daylight, aiding growth.

Next to a sprout, you're a high tower.
You have felt the sun's warm light.
Even if you grew in a forest's shade,
some of it made its way to you.

People shame you and think you'll hide,
so face them and strip them of power.
They disrupt peace because they're sour.

Most people won't think about you twice.

But there are some who take time to hate.
They think they know the way you move.
Your tempo, if they follow, can subdue.
You can lull them into a hypnotic state.

Since you have an audience, create.
Defy expectations and surprise them.
If you're brave enough, let them notice.

You can act out a monologue on stage.

You have the spotlight; it's yours, alone.

you are inspiring like a honey badger
that carelessly steals from a bees' nest
you have no sense of pain; it's strange
you're hard diamond, shaped for strength

i would die for you if you went to war
if only i had flesh and blood to bleed
i will be your assistant in your show
where a magician throws knives

I had an epiphany in reverie

A time like that is when

You need to be quiet

Words will dilute it

Words screamed at me

There was so much meaning

That was the moment

When something was so special

That, if I dared describe it,

It would have vanished

The time when

Words were superfluous

But, oh, it was so special

I wish you knew it