whats happened to the world today
love and peace as gone away
its not like it used to be
when were happy and felt free

now theres violence and theres war
its not like it was before
needless killing blood to spill
life no longer is a thrill.

perhaps one day there will be light
and the world again be bright
until then we love in hope
and for now with life we cope.

I see you,
She said.

She looked me in the eye
She knew I needed the validation
More today than most days.

She didn’t really think about it.
Didn’t need to think about it.

She is going to be alright in the world.

This world is going to be alright with her in it.

I ask you, Ink Dreamer,
What did you write today?
Why won't you come out and play?
You sit at your desk
With your books and your pens
Lost deep in thought
And hidden away
Scribbling your stories
Day after day
Life will not wait
The world will go on
So why don't you put your quill away?
Why don't you come out and play?

I ask you, Ink Dreamer,
What did you dream last night?
When the world was asleep
And you turned out your light?
You lay there in bliss,
Freed by your mind
As your dreams
Taught your heart to take flight
Around you the world is dying
In the bedlam of chaos and spite
But you remain sleeping
Your heart gently weeping
And you dream your sweet dreams
Night after night
And you try to help others;
To give them the sight
You help them through stories
Through poems, and spells
But none of them listen
Too busy with life,
They wander on aimless,
Blind to their plight,
To your hopes and your dreams
And your glimpse of the light
Did you dream of the world
When you lay down last night?

So I beg you now, Dreamer,
As you sit there today,
Please write out your heart
Please write it away.

each emotional wound becomes an inkwell of blood.  each crack in my unstable mind lets in sunlight.  each dent in my ego catches rainwater and dreams.   everything is repurposed,all lemons squeezed dry for my metaphorical lemonade.

but no matter what/
I'm not
made of talent
but/ no matter what I'm /

still inferior/
no matter what,  I'll still be/
a shell of wasted/

potential,  each mile / traversed
there's two ran away/
no matter how I /

use and abuse myself,  I /
am still
useless
in their eyes.   /

It plays out like a violin,
vibrations back and forth on string,
fragile and thin.
It can rattle the soul in pain,
or soothe it into gentle peace.
Love is like a violin.

Clouds at soaring heights,
If only I was as high as them.
Fluffy whiteness in heavenly blue skies,
drifting through the storms of night.
Above the horizon the wind is calm,
peace just inches from desolate space.
The sun's powerful brightness is blinding,
its sweet beams carry a gentle warmth.
How is it I can relate so much,
to this simple sky.

I sit and I stare empty at the wall
I think of nothing
Nothing at all
There's no pattern
No
Uniformity
And yet this all means so much to me
There's a sound like Saturn
Building behind my eyes
And it's whispering of sure surprise
Focused on staying distracted
Hell bent on playing disastrous
Born of the space between
Worn out from this bleeding heart scene
Follow/Lead
Swallow the grief