Come and travel with me
Together we will journey to lands never imagined
We will see sights that could never be
Side by side our creativity shall be awakened

Take my hand in yours
I will show you everything you could dream
We will crawl through the rabbit hole on all fours
And we shall follow the river downstream

And if ever we reach the end of the ledge
Hold my hand tight as I cling to yours
Then you and I shall soar over the edge
Safely carried across to foreign shores

Then when our adventure has reached its end and we lay
I will look into your glittering eyes, and you into mine, both hoping to stay
And as we rest in our bliss
I shall summon the courage and lean in for a kiss

This is my plea,
My one call for help.
Please save me!
Save me from my boring drivel called life,
I fear I have run out of the words to say.
No longer do thought flow free from my mind,
Instead they lay lost in the sea blandness.
Save me! Save me!
Rekindle my spark!
Ignite the dormant coals of my soul.
Let my words flow from my brain,
Give me more to say then just hello and goodbye.

I'm a nervous wreck.
A hollow shell,
A lifeless Lazarus brought
Forth from the grave,
Forced to keep on living
an unnatural course of life.
There is no joy.
There is no light.
All that remains is gray.
Sun and Moon have morphed to one
Barring down from the heavens.
Forever engulfed in this gloom,
unable to move from where I lay.
Yet the cell is evermore unbearable.
Stuck in this never ending purgatory
Where there is no hope
Only bland consistency.
Excitement: dead.
Senses: numb.
Limbs grow gradually lifeless.
Yet I cannot die,
A part of the soul clings to the past
Hopes for a return,
To the way it was once.
Yet life will never be the same.
I seek to change,
yet how can I well so dead?
I want it to end
All of it
Just. End.

There is a girl I know
Her heart encased behind a wall of stone
Hurt in the past
Looking for nothing in the present
Leaving the future unknown.

When I learned these things
I knew that I had become ensnared
Needing to see what lay beyond,
And so I took the call to break through the blockade.

Everyday I chip away chisel in hand and
Each day I hear over the wall her heart beat
Such a beautiful melody!
A rhythm crying to be free, yet
Veiled, suffocated by blocks of marble
Like a diamond wrapped in granite.

Except for two hazel orbs that
Grant me the ability to see,
Clear as day,
The garden glistening perfectly in the morning dew.

And it gives me hope that my task is not in vein.