Alone
At what Point are you alone?
Is it when nobody's physically next to you?
Is it when nobody is there next to you that cares for you?
Or maybe being lonely only happens when you think some people will know your feelings than you realize that they don't.
Maybe they're only a few people in the world of 9 Billion people who truly understand but you are not with them.
They are not there to help understand,
to hug you when you are lonely
to be there when you're crying
to be there when you're broke inside you need someone to fix you up
These are what true friends are.
They are there to build you up when you break down.
When you're with those special people or in particular that special one person you feel makes your life complete.
You feel that you have found the joy your life was missing.
That there is no nobody else in the world that will make you happy.
Aside from those people or that person.
when you are without these people or that specific person
you try to get others understand.
You might try to explain to someone else who is not one of your special people your thoughts or feelings.
Confiding in them.
But they don't understand.
They may treat it as no big deal.
Is this loneliness?
The lack of friends, the lack of people who understand?
Not just the lack of people but the lack of understanding caring people?
While feeling this loneliness does it not make sense to escape?
To make your way out of this feeling as much as possible?
To be with those that care and understand you ,and you them?
You must cherish these moments you have and strive for more of them.
These will make the famine of loneliness less bleak.
These will give you hope like the light at the end of a tunnel.
To make the transition from loneliness to happiness.
Joy is what everyone deserves in life Always strive for what makes you happy.

I am a man, this is so
I am tall, I am broad
I am seen as untouchable,
immune to hurt
This is not true
Under the muscle
Under the broad shoulders of this man
there sits a sensitive heart
It sits there unrecognized by many
Many that do not know,
that what they say hurts
"It will just glance off him" they think
But in truth, it strikes to the very core
They do not know of my tear stained pillow
They do not know of my heartbreak,
The isolation that welcomes me
They think they know me but they don't
They do not really know my manly but *sensitive heart

I can no longer be with you;
a fact I wish were not true.
But you must be true to yourself
and not put your promise on a shelf.
For a promise made is a promise kept,
and yet still when i saw you my heart still leapt,
even though we cant be
I still wish for a you and me.

The bird struggled to its feet
The day had finally come
In fear the bird gave a small tweet
The first flight is frightening to some
Fly or fall, two options nothing more nothing less
To me this is comparable to my own stress
I asked her out, she said yes.
I thought my trial had ended
I flew from the tree and didn’t fall
But now is the greatest test of them all
Will I survive the world of prey?
Or will I fall victim and dark be my days?
No one knows til the end is come
Not even the bird itself until it has lived a full life and bourn it’s young.
Or one with the earth the bird has become

I realize now what I crave.
I don’t wish for presents or parties in my name.
Praise or popularity either.
Perhaps others would get bored of doing nothing
However, I’m just glad that they are there,
Near me, supporting me.
Who are they? My Friends.

I start way up high,
with others like me in the sky.
I am a raindrop.
We are all the same.
None of us are the cream of the crop.
None of us are lame.
We are waiting up here.
Just waiting to go.
Up here in the atmosphere.
Waiting to flow.
First we must fall.
First it must be cold.
There is no warning call.
No sign of us getting old.
The warmth brought us here.
Cooling will do the opposite.
To allow us to fall like a tear.
To allow us to fall composite.
Then my journey will start.
I hope for great joy.
Like an actor getting to play their part.
Like a child getting their first toy.
I can feel the cold creeping in
and the warmth starting to fade.
Now my travels will soon begin.
Could my travel start with a glade?
Maybe I will land in a lake.
Maybe I will land in the city.
Hopefully not the latter for my sake.
For I may be stomped on without pity.
My time here is now done.
No more having to wait.
It is hopefully time to have some fun.
Falling, I will soon see my fate

What do I want?
What do they want?
That looks like fun!
or does it?
That looks good!
but does that look better?
I am caught amidst a clash of thoughts.
I think I know myself
but I really don't

As the whirlwind of spinning thoughts flood my head
I wish to hide instead.
For I know that I don't know myself
And for that matter nor does anybody else.

Love
What are we to do about love?
Can you avoid it?
Can you ignore it?
No you cannot do either of those.
No you cannot help thinking of the other.
When you do, you get lost.
Lost in a whirl of memories.
Those memories make you love the other more.
But they make it harder to be apart.
When you are together you are yourself
You are who you were meant to be.
When you are apart you are missing something
Always missing.
Never ending.
This never ending ache then ends
It ends when you're with the other
When you run up and greet them
Whether it be with a hearty hello, a hug, or a kiss.
Especially if they respond in kind.
Having a significant other
Is better than having a sister or brother.
They are someone you can trust with your heart.
With whom you can never be fully apart.
Oh what a feeling that you feel!
That feels so good it seems not real.
Oh what joy when the other leaves something for you.
Maybe it is an object or a clue that they are saying "I love you".
Those three heart felt words can mean so much
They can give the heart the perfect gentle touch.
If said truthfully they are the most musical words in the universe
If said untruthfully then things could get much much worse.
The times that you spend with them are always the best
Whether you are going bowling or studying for a test.
Maybe you just go on a walk
Or possibly you just stay home and talk.
What ever you like to do
Make sure to say I love you
Whether it be with words or a pact,
This should always be a fact.

We live so that we may love.
This love makes life worth living
So what happens when we aren't with the one we love?
What happens is that we lose that life
We become a shadow of what we once were.
Doesn't it make sense to try to strip away this shadow?
To return to the light of our life
ridding us of that terrible shadow
Life is for love
Love is **life

Where has my passion gone?
I no longer seem to have a drive.
Is there a lost light switch I just forgot to turn on?
There was a time where my creative spirit used to thrive
now I just sit in the dark
Now I do not know what to do
I just need to find a bright spark
that will bring back my life together like glue
Where might I find it?
Where?

I dressed for an event not taking place.
I watched a clock that wasn't keeping pace.
I was late to a party that wasn't meant to be
It was a dance for two and I didn't have the key

You see,

If you give it all then you can lose it all
You must rise up or else you're in for a fall
A broken clock is a heart not ticking
A missed event is a couple not clicking
I followed a heart that led me astray
Now sadness is the only thing to stay

Everything silent with nothing in sight
Then suddenly there is a flash of light

For couple seconds there is no sound
And a loud Boom! Comes as if from all around.

The Storm is not yet here
For now we have nothing to fear

But soon the storm will be upon us. Then the winds will begin and a great fuss.

Soon will the lightning and thunder be as one.
Soon will the Storm begin it's fun

But for now I just sit at the window as the first raindrops drop
For there I will admire the Storm from beginning to stop.

Within the darkness there is a solitary flame.
Flickering, nobody but the wind to blame.
The wind could do nothing, no, not even faze.
Next, the cold and damp rolls right in.
Now the blanket of warmth is turned thin.
The flame is now much weaker in this gloomy haze.
Within these conditions the flame cannot thrive.
No, within these conditions the flame cannot survive.
Now dying alone in this darkness, no longer the previously warm blaze.

These elements can't help who they are.
Just as much as a sun can't help being a star.
The flame just does not belong here.
Where it faces the cold and gloom in fear.
It must leave and return,
To the place where it can be bright and burn.
There it can thrive.
There it can surely survive.

The night,
it calls,
softly from the darkness
many are not aware
many do not hear its entrancing tones
the shadows, as a protective blanket surround you
although evil might lurk in the dark,
so do you
the darkness keeps you safe from harmful sight
but the night provides you with just enough light
the light of moonlight.
The night is the friend that coaxes you to sleep
the friend that tries to fight the morning,
for the purpose of letting you dose.
Thus the struggle of refusing to sleep
and the struggle of staying asleep
Whatever your struggle,
the night will be there

Life seems like a puzzle
A puzzle that will never end
Sometimes pieces fit together
sometimes they do not
In some puzzles piece are missing
Just like people or certain activities lack in ours
those activities can be lost forever
or they can be found
At the close of your life,
you will look back on the puzzle
The puzzle, now a picture
a picture that now makes sense
a picture of a life fulfilled

Among the noise
Over the music,
Over the talking
It is not heard
Among the sights
Over the colors
Over the wonders
It is not seen
There is just one taste of it
That is the salt in your tears
No trained bloodhound can catch the scent
For there is none
It cannot be felt
For it is only for one to feel
Nobody seems to notice
Nobody seems to care
Nobody seems to sense
The sadness of a broken heart