Silence, vastness of nothingness,
a whole infinity of emptiness.

This is the way I feel about my self sometimes.
Sometimes I find it hard to hear my own heart beat.

I hunger for something indescribable,
for something out of my reach, something so far away.

I am limited by my own tongue, by my own hands,
Something the mind can't comprehend, something even the ink wont cover up.

It hurts, it bleeds
Yet no one dares to cover my wounds.

I write these poems, seeking to rid my self of this pain.
Suffering, that which makes me feel human,
makes me feel weak, makes me feel so lessened.

In days as such, I linger inside of my self,
Searching for an answer, searching for the unknown.

One day, I hope
One day, I believe
That one day, all of this will vanish.
My soul will transform into a grain of sand,
and forever stay lost in the forgotten beaches of my own agony.

Sunshine fades away,
compared to her brightness
I wouldn't find another like her,
even if I traveled for light-years.

She makes the stars seem so insignificant,
Her beauty, so magnificent.
All that she is,
all that she will ever be,
for years to come, and years to go.

Her soul, glowing brighter then a million suns,
Yet so tender, a heart mender.
Seen so many, but she still shines the brightest,
So near, yet shes the furthest.

I must be persistent,
In order to brake her resistance.
Travel to the core of her love,
Maybe I'll find my self in it, as I did before..

I got my wings clipped,
My heart ripped,
Stripped, of my pride and glory,
Show me,
how the grass is greener on the other side.

I just, might just, take a risk,
At least, this time I wont have anything to lose.

Set loose,
Who's shoes do I have to wear,
Care,  just to show,
What has been there ever since.

Ever since I abandoned my fear,
Never looking back from the rear view mirror.

A hero to lost causes, forgotten stories,
There's always more to it,
Then that which is told,
Liquid metal in a mold.

Shape your self,
Don't be shaped,
In the end of the day, just like me,
Alone you are left.

Still felt like it was a theft,
Even though I only tried to keep you to my self.

Her mind, like the eye of a storm,
Her heart, the center of a maelstrom,
Her being, a thunderstorm
Her pain, clouded and grey

The winds carry her agony, mostly,
consisted of heart break and misunderstandings.

As the captain that doesn't abandon his ship,
no matter the weather or circumstances,
I will endure this storm,
I will survive it, row till I reach the center.

At the very center, lies a treasure,
A treasure priceless, a treasure immeasurable.
A moment of nirvana,
In such moments, lies eternity.