the moon shining,
three hours into the best part of the day and
i want to tell you that you're so pretty and
the words come out wrong and the rage gets in the way..
dead quiet you looked at me like you were looking into space.
yeah, in space noone could hear you say good bye.
but down here i shouldn't have to read it on your face.
that's not normal.
that's not right.
that's not very nice.
no, it isn't.

the moon shining down on your body.
you look so nice.
and i want to tell you, but you don't want to hear it,
and i know. you don't have to tell me twice.
but, once would be civil. the moon shining.
i got it in my brain, and i had so much to say but there was dead quiet.
you were silent. three hours into the best part of the day.
and that's not normal.
that's not right.
that's not very nice.
no, it isn't.

and that's not normal.
that's not right.
that's not very nice.
no, it isn't.

The end of a sentence
is a period.
The end of a life
is a death.
The end of a road
is a dead end.
The end of a book
is a last page.
The end of the light
is the dark.
The end of a fire
is water.
The end of time
is nothing.
The end of the truth
is a lie.
The end of a person
is a gunshot.
The end of me
is you.
The end of lunch
is an empty bowl.
The end of a poem
is a message.
The end of a hello
is a goodbye.
The end of this poem
is this.

If you don't want to know,
then just don't ask
'cause I won't lie
and say I'm fine
while I sit and down a bottle of wine
I won't pretent
it's all ok
when all I do is run away
No, I'm not happy
Not joyous and free
I'm not at all where I want to be
Still looking for peace
so I continue to pray
for serenity, I hope it comes some day

to feel everything so raw and intense
is both a blessing
and a curse

Words can be one of the strongest painkillers.

something tells me it's right here
this night dear
it's quite clear

something in me just can't speak
i can't think
i can't blink

something's troubling
something's tumbling
no short comings
in this running

you've made it quite clear
how you feel
it's your deal

you hide beneath fears
with no tears
listen up dear

i wish your heart could stand
just one more fight
it's not right

He gave her his love,
Salt of her tears— shining gift,
Both heaven and earth.

if i were you,
and you were me,
what would you do,
when you realise that,
you are so madly in love with yourself?

I may not post poetry all
The time, but when I do
it's from the heart and I stop my fall
I hope I make you feel the same too

    I will not live forever
this fact I have accepted
but my words do not endever
my fears aren't of death but loss protected

    My faith is not questioned
My trust is un-shooken
pain I have sustained is not treated
the wounds gape and are unforgiven

   In pain I seek salvation
But I dare not ask for I fear
not of death but to find a solution
the solution to depression and Find
                         *THE CURE