Sometimes I have to take a moment
just to focus on my life
Because I know not a single struggle
is to be solved with a knife
You see there are much easier ways
to get through difficult times
I myself, like to write
I am at ease with my rhymes
When I find myself really struggling
or life's getting rough
I collect my thoughts on paper
that for me is enough
So if you remember anything dear
please remember this note
Nothing is to be solved with a knife
life was meant to be wrote

No matter what I do
I just fall back to you

No matter how hard I try
my eyes just wont stop to cry
my emotions, they are spilling on pages
I wish you could read these messages

I knew one day it would end
but still, I made you my friend
with you I was strong and now I'm weak
I can hear my broken heart weep

What happened to that friendship we shared
How did it get impaired
To me, you were my everything
I thought we had that zing

But you left me here alone
in this eerie place unknown
still I survive on those burns
on hearing your name my heart does churn

Although I try to forget you
my heart, with me, just argues
no matter what I do
my heart just falls back to you

O could I, should I, would I write of you
for Shakespeare wrote of his with gentlest skill,
but could this sonnet plain your looks make true
while others laugh at me and mock me ill.
For sometimes I do think they could be right
as I toil alone in this thankless task
yet when I think of you in my mind's sight
'tis like the sun peeping o'er his white mask.
Then, then your beauty shines all o'er my page
and dries my ink and stamps your beauty down
to dazzle readers of a future Age
in faded ink and faded paper brown.
For if in time to come these lines are read
your beauty shall live on while we lie dead.

In my conquest, to appease this insatiable thirst
For the greatest human error
I would call it perfection, a flash of grace;
An unsung beauty laid waste

Here, echoes my fanfare for the brave;
To the strongest impulse that the soul craves
The search for something as elusive as love;
The anodyne that turns crows into doves

Oh, it will **** me again and again,
But I hunt and yearn for it evermore
I pour out my soul, to this devil’s bargain,
For we are all victims of the heart’s ploy

I want to be in the car going fast down the highway in Alaska during fall
I want to see the first snow flake
I want to breathe in the stars
I want to see the fire glow
I want to hear the beat in your heart
I want the music to play loud
I want to do everything except think
disappear with my dreams
I want to  fall in the snow
I want to feel the cold
I want to be with you
but I'm too busy kissing strangers pretending that its you
I'm too busy falling behind because I'm scared of the truth

i wrote about you on the tallest billboards
screamed your name from every rooftop
in hope someone would hear me

i sand your name in every song i wrote
singing the words of heartbreak and lust
in the melodies intertwined
the words spilled out of me like
water in a cup
making the soles of my shoes wet with tangled words
of poetry

i uttered your name until my throat was hoarse
scratched with the letters that spell out your name
so beautifully

letters that make something so simple
into something so melancholy

Stop!!!
Trying to cram life into death.
It is inevitable...

I think, often. Maybe too often.
I think you're scared of me.
I think you're skeptical of the good in things.
And up until you met me, I know you've had every reason to be.

I think we're all monsters, and that humanity is history's great facade.
I think we're all scrambling to find salvation.
And I think I've found mine in pen strokes dedicated to you.

I think, I think, I think...
And with you no longer by my side, I always will think.