the glass is half empty
my mind is too full
negativity is all that tempts me
with it's downward pull

with broken feathers
i fall from the sky
when it's always cloudy weather
hope is sure to die

once i was lost
broken and dying
now i can be found
fearlessly flying

I'm a saint of the vapor
that's my God-given nature
I'm only here for a season
with my heart, pen, and paper

always climbing up that hill
trying to hide from the devil
now i am losing that climbing will
under ground, it's always level

(walked the weeping sands
of seven lonely seasons
my conscience seared in strands
by full-level demons)

always running from that flame
trying to hide from the fire
constant climbing, in God's name
the flames keep getting higher

i saw a dead man today

how creepy

it was a real eerie thing looking at his eyes

his mouth

i wondered how he died

did he want to die?

i poked and prodded at him for a while

i wondered if he knew i was there

was he watching me?

did he have a spirit?

was he completely gone from this world?

he was so cold and stiff

did he feel cold and stiff inside?

or did he just feel that way to me?

i splashed water on his face

could he die again?

am i killing him?

yes and yes

i saw a dead man today when i looked in the mirror

If I must die, let me die in the morning light
with the sunrise in my sight
let it be dawn for my final alight
I just want to fly tonight

having no root, i followed my own route
i used to know no other way
some would say i was the sum of a brute
i used to prey, when i should pray

i used to believe in an eye for an eye
to our minds vengeance comes in twos
by the time that we buy our last goodbye
we do what we do, then pay our dues

I guess I'm lonely.
I guess I'm a little arrogant.
I guess my collar turns up to the wind
whilst blocking out the adverts
in my periphery.
I guess I blinkered myself
to keep things moving forward,
detaching from people
to find an honest word,
beyond fear of detection,
beyond hurting others
whilst I shatter into pieces;
making the stage the only place
where I can find a voice
choosing solitude,
as if I had a choice-
you know I never learned
how to drive a car,
I have walked so many miles
but I have never got very far.
I guess I'm lazy.
I guess I'm a little broken.
I guess I'm just a skeleton
of all the words I've left unspoken.

My minds been spinning because I’ve been thinking about how I want to spend time with you more than anything. But it is hindering to even think about sending a text, or about what comes next if you actually say yes. Considering rejection even from a friend, is enough to send me reeling, I find myself feeling sick, wanting no part of it. Yet I check on you consistently, because I know what you are struggling with. But this pit in my stomach is fazed every time I see your face, my logic is locked and fades away without a trace. I just want to take you by the hand, pull you in for a kiss on your lips, and to make you feel blissful like everything you ever wished for is right here in front of you. Because your smile is both electrifying and terrifying, leaving me petrified, a result of these emotions that I am not used to. I often wonder if I make you feel the same way that I do, but my ignorance of your consciousness leaves me unsure of my next move. The only certainty that concerns me is I want to make you smile perpetually, and leave your worries behind you permanently.

I have a friend,
beautiful and daring,
who is now afraid to love
because of the men
standing in her shadow.
                                         "Maybe I don't know what love really is,"
she said.
                                         "Maybe you loved someone who didn't deserve it.
                                            And that's okay"
I replied.