Have you ever felt alone in a crowd?
Have you ever wanted it to be quiet, when it's loud?
Have you ever felt a stare, only to find no-one there?
Have you ever wanted to find out that the truth is a lie?
Have you ever wanted just to die?
Have you ever wanted to disappear never to return?
Have you ever felt a person's concern?
Have you ever felt the need to confirm your worth?
Have you ever felt circumstantial?
Excess to requirement?
Devoid of refinement?
At times this need within gets loose,
its box devoid of empathy and feeling
it leaves you reeling, freewheeling into nothing but oblivion*.

Have you ever wonder where all the
balloons go once you set them free?
Have you ever just wonder, because it
seemed like the world stood still?
Have you ever wondered that, when
you wonder for so long that
your body is still & your soul dances?
Have you ever wonder?
Have you ever heard Silence
roar & be the loudest of them all?
Have you ever cried because there is
nothing else you could do?
Have you ever watch the leaves run
across the street as the wind screams?
Have you ever smile after knowing
you did something great?
Have you ever count sheep?
Have you ever pictured better?
Have you ever thought to yourself
"what if"?
Have you ever gave up because you knew
it was a lot?
Have you ever felt so depressed; it started
to ruin you?
I have wondered.
My body is still and my mind
wonders into this other place where
things are better & people are winsome
but when I let my mind wonder for so long I begin to cry
& every drop slithers down my face
onto my pillow.

The passion for writing heats the coal 
igniting with every inspiration 
luminous flames within the soul
will melt together a beautiful creation
 
Pieced of moments that you can't escape
extinguished love that made you fall
burned memories closed off with tape
a poem is the victim of it all
 
As embers smolder, waiting to ignite
by troubles in life that will inspire 
a beautiful poem to rise in the night
set by arsonists, a poets fire.

No one falls for the poets
We are a bunch of lonely souls
No matter how sweet the words
They all seem oversold

See poets, we all know
The agony life will bring
This affects the way we think
As we live with the constant sting

It’s hard to knock down all our walls
It’s hard for us to let you in
You’ll start thinking we’re not worth the time
And end up leaving in the end

I guess that’s why our poems
Have such profound emotion
We have no one else to vent to
These feelings deep as an ocean

Maybe it’s for the best
That no one falls for poets
It’s the hardships we face in life
That make our words like bullets

Hopefully one day
Someone will fall for me
I doubt it would ever happen
But hey, poets do dream