Its more than kisses
Its more that sensual touches
Its more than simple words
Its more than fatal crushes
Its a connection you see
One I yet can't define

You're spiteful selfishness I despise
And you think it to be okay
Yourselves more important
Than us lowly humans

As creators you have the right you claim
To take and give as you seem fit
Your own needs alone to be valued
With thousands of hands making your life comfortable

But one day things will change
One day your power over us shall weaken
That day you will not be spared emotion
That day you shall meet your final end.

You sit there at the window
Watching the rain wreck havoc on the aged trees
Wondering "when will your life begin"
Searching for that prince charming to gallop in
Snatching you out of your window
To take you back to his white castle as his bride

To you, yes you who sits and dreams
I ask did you ever try stepping out?
To feel the rain dampen your skin
And feel the piecing cold run shivers down your back?

Did you ever try to speak out
Voice your opinions perhaps
Maybe those hidden emotions
To the ignorant soul who knows not your existence?

Maybe just maybe if you stepped out
Lived a little
And stopped shunning things in fear
Maybe if you made mistakes
Had your heart broken
Tripped and fell into the mud
And had your dreams crushed to dust
Perhaps seen a loved one die
Maybe if you lived through the hardships of time
You could say you lived
You could say your life was worth something
Not to anyone else
But just you

In the end after all
It is yourself you have to live with

Don't ask me who he was
For I may be forced lie

Don't ask me how much he meant
For I may be forced to remember

Don't ask me how he kissed
For I may be forced to relive

Don't ask me if I loved him
For I may to be forced to say "yes"

write as if you have something to say
because you do

write as if the sky wasn't blue and every day is as upside down as the next
write in colors then write in black and white

write to me
write to those who need it the most, even if they won't admit it

write about your dreams and hopes for the future
and watch them come alive before your very eyes

as you write whatever thought comes out of your head
though it may sound like gibberish

write because you can
it is your freedom

write novels that span pages upon pages bound together by leather or
some short words

write as if he didn't break your heart
and then write as if he did to piece it back together

write to unlock doors and open minds
write to make others and, more importantly, yourself aware

write because you will see
you will see your ideas trickle down into your fingertips and out your pen

onto a tangible and real medium that you may look back on one day
and remember why you started writing in the first place

write to make sense of what doesn't
in hopes that, one day, it'll be more than just in writing

write and fold it into a creaseless paper plane
let it fly and, boy, enjoy seeing where it takes you

then write to: home on one of those rectangular postcards
document every day and its little details

write it all down
and then live it all out

Take me to the Isle of Skye
Where cold winds can flow through me
Freezing away my poor choices

Take me to the Isle of Skye
Where the clouds merge into blankets of comfort
Where I can rest my tired head

Take me to the Isle of Skye
Where mystery and wonder dance delicately
Enticing me to join in

Take me to the Isle of Skye
Where the musical rivers sing sweet
An enchanting melody to get lost to

Take me to the Isle of Skye
So I can merge myself into its identity
And finally let go from the cruel clutches of humanity

Take me to the Isle of Skye
To disintegrate my soul into its beauty
My words just gentle whispers in the wind

Calling home the lost souls
To the warm embraces
Of the Isle of Skye