Sleepless night, all these thoughts on my mind

Thinking about the past as my memories rewind

They say things happen for a reason, but I don't believe that

Some say there's a silver lining, I wish that I could see that

I've seen people be the hero; I wish I could be that

Who says there's a limit to what a man can do

As long as you take advantage of everything they hand you

You have to be yourself to the point where they can't stand you

Get away with everything this way they can't reprimand you

Be all you can be and don't let no one stop you

Don't believe all the people who tell you that they've got you

Never trust too many people only who you got to

If you're trusting just two people it's time for you to drop two

'Cause the minute that you turn your back they act like they forgot you

In the end most people will just follow where the tide goes

But to prove to everyone your sane, your emotions you must hide those

You can always tell when someone's fake if you know it like how I know

You will always make the right decision if you go about it like how I go

Some say that the sky's the limit; well it's time to let the sky go

Live life like you'll live forever; we all know we will die though

'Cause dying with a smile is better than living with a frown

If you're always crying when life gets tough, your face will surely drown

So give yourself a red paintbrush and run about the town

And when you reach your house again, go to bed and say

"I am glad today I made the choice to live my life this way."

Now with my heart upon my sleeve, and emotions on display

I'll tell you that this is me and I am here to stay

Why I never got to say good-bye to my homie
Now I go to sleep feeling that god owe me
People that never do no wrong get the short end of the deal
Why couldn't've Reggie known he would of ate his last meal
I wonder if people really understand the way that I feel
Sitting at home wondering if i'll ever heal
I know other peoples problems are bigger than mine
But I will deal with the hardships over the time
But until then I'ma hold my head up real high
Cause I know there are people watching over me as i look into the sky
But you need to know that for ever tear that's came from my eye
There's been a smile behind it to come right by
When my time on earth comes to an end
That I'll be remembered from family to friend
That no matter what I was there to transcend
So for fallen family, friends and peers
Let them teach us to discard our fears
And live our life to the point of tears
Because your future may be less than years
So listen closely with both ears
And know that when a chance appears
Whether it's through hate or love
You'll overcome and climb above
To see tomorrow bright and shining
And learn that every moment is defining
But then again, but then again
You need to know, that every now and then
There will be some bumps in this rocky road
And then comes times where you'll be slowed
But it's not who you are that defines what you do
So if you say that then think this through
That it's what you do that defines who you are, and that's true

Along the river's edge
a figure bends
to dip his earthen pots
into its vital flow

they sip the precious liquid
shimmering and crystalline
like diamonds floating
above the eclipse of the sun

they become transformed
from dormant vessels
wearing the dull
pallor of mud
to vibrant cisterns
radiating the glow
of polished jade

they breathe away
exhaustion
in frothy currents
rushing
past swollen lips

to join the constant stream

till he bows low
and receives their treasure
suspended from a wooden frame
with frayed and twisted rope
solidified not yet petrified
soaking yet and squeezing still
the moisture dripping
from their fill

he lifts the wooden frame
upon his shoulders
and keeps its balance
with his arms
his back strains
his legs straighten
as they raise their heavy load

he looks up
with eyes set deep
beneath his furrowed brow
thick parchment skin
and thistled hair
are all that shield him
here and now

he sees the road
that he will take
this time around
and sets one foot
before the other

away from solid ground

he goes to bring
to those who
find him
the lading
in his care

he goes to meet them
in that place

past faith
past dreams
past hope

Look at you, smirking slyly at me,
Thinking, knowing they can't see,
"She's a strange one" they would say,
God, if only they could see.

Years have passed, you almost slipped,
We clashed one night and i flipped,
I let it out, the dam had burst,
Mum heard me, and her sanity tripped.

I tried so hard to keep it quiet,
Among the drink fuelled family riots,
Such violation on my youth,
I prayed for guidance, you should try it.

No conviction you recieved,
I'll bet, you ****, you were relieved,
Til death aquitted you became,
I'll haunt you for eternity!

Do you understand the human heart?
Do you know how to put it together
after it’s  been apart.
Do you know how to dry the tears of fear brought on by being alone?
Can you explain the pain of the insane?
Well neither can I, so why try?
I have this game you might want to play.
It’s called **** me and see if I die.
Go on it’s been done before and I’m back again because anger cannot die, he just gets tired.
Can you define the word death?
Some people say it’s the place you visit after your last breath.
Everyone has tears of madness inside.
Why make anger hide?
Set me free and watch me get tired and cry.
Giving in?
In what way?
Anger is not controlled, just patrolled.
Angers been the way to forgive death for having a door, but only we hold the key to lock up or set free.
So open the door and watch anger flee.

Madness, anger, why is it there inside my broken glass
The bottles’ empty and my hurt is still here.
Some say it would relieve the pain, but just another lie.  
The answer seems to be to let me die.
Giving up?
Not really.
Just going to sleep
Maybe this is the sleep I’ll keep.
If I awake, another bottle I’ll take.
Trying to wash my sorrow away from tomorrow
Just wishing it could be gone but knowing it won’t be so I’ll take another drink.
Some say the bottles not the way to get rid of sorrow, but if not the bottle whose knife may I borrow?
At times my life I wish to take, the bottle I wish could break.
But when I try, I cry, I ask why?
What wrong could I have done to deserve this death?
The only thing that comes to mind is being kind.
It’s o.k.
The death that’s been put forth I’ll accept.
The knife was fake, so again the bottle I‘ll take.
Dream, I will of you in my resting place.
My mind is in a clouded space.