Is it possible to pour your spirits out
Pluck out all the heart strings
Release a flood of emotion
And undying, eternal love
Dedicate it to
Someone
Or
Something

From the darkness, an energy sprawled.
From the energy, came a dream.
From the dream, formed a memory.
From the memory, I awoke.

some days are so quiet
and the days go by peacefully without a word
these days are the best
believe me
i dont know whether i killed the voice in my mind
or the voice that is my own.
or is it the same?

some days are so quiet
you can hear the squeak of the mouse
that lives on the crumbs i drop on the floor,
when i am too bad to leave the bed,
or even this room that is my sanctuary.

some days are so quiet
i hear nothing
i dont hear any laughter.
maybe you think this is sad
but these days are my best.

And I knew this girl,
She straightened, she curled
Just to meet up the idea of beauty
To impress others she felt it was her duty.

She was fat and chubby,
Nevertheless she was always called grubby.
She never fit their idea of beauty
Ha! How she thought it was her duty!

Size zero was something she wanted but never got.
And so all they did was leave her to rot!
She hated herself for the way she looked.
But who knew, deep inside real beauty she cooked.


Her beauty was inevitable
But how the world saw her was terrible.
So what if she never fit their idea of beauty?
Little did she know,it was never her duty!

I think about the day it will end
The day I’ll wake up in the morning
And calling you won’t be the first thing on my mind
The day I’ll listen to some beloved melody
And your face
So well known that it could have been my own
Won’t be the dominating presence that I can’t ever leave behind
The day when I’ll dream of going to Venice
And you won’t be in the gondola holding my hand
The day I eat a Popsicle
And you won’t be there to see the stick hanging out
The day someone gives me a rose
And I won’t throw it back at them
The day I cry my heartstrings dry
And I won’t tell you
The day that I’ll be able to listen to love songs again
The day I will be able to look at humanity
And feel like it deserves to exist

I loved your smile
& the first time
I watched myself
disappear like that,
I understood why,
you were the
prettiest person on Earth.

Seed buried beneath the soil,
Tend often in anticipated toil;
Yet how plants bud and blossom
Is above my cultivated wisdom.

Though life is a maze and mystery,
I've taken in my hand my destiny
Beholding it with faith's steady eye
Through weather foul and fair.

Where did you come from?
Where are you heading?
Moments pass us by,
As our dreams are shedding.

To be or to not,
No idea.
All I can do is wish and hope,
Hoping you are near.

Missing and Forgetting,
Two separate points of view.
All I can do is miss what we had,
Forgetting is not an option, when it comes to you.

So where did you come from?
Would you take me there?
Where are you heading?
This world is big enough to share.