the range of colors,
in the sky,
i can see your soul,
you let it fly,
i want to be,
with you for now,
then later i can forget,
that you were ever around.
the green,
the blue,
my love for you,
the purple,
the yellow,
the air so mellow,
the wind it blows,
and i let you go,
aurora borealis,
it reminds me of you.

am i dead to you,
or just another story you could tell?
was i worth loving,
or was i just for show and tell?
was it all real,
or were you faking it all along?
was our love made of stone,
or just a thread to hold our bond?

bring me to your daydreams,
and the nightmares that you have,
i'll rewrite all the stories,
and replay the memories we had,
I’ll reminisce on the fun,
and collect them all in one,
then put them in your dreams,
so you’ll remember how we won.

you take a piece of me,
and i fall,
cuz there's no support,
nothing to help me in a world so small.
I can't live without a piece of me,
can you build it up
and tower me please?

you say that love is unconditional,
but if you truly knew me,
you'd turn away

six feet under,
there lies the bodies of the dead,
the ones who sacrificed their lives,
and those killed themselves instead.
There lies the fate,
of the ones that were to die,
some couldn't help themselves,
and others just wanted to fly.

Time is a loan
We live every second, with more debt
Our society has locked us in a dungeon
We’re told that we don’t have enough time for things
But why does it matter?
If we don’t even know when we die
Time is limited
We have all the time in the world
Because it’s our time
Not theirs

Please stay alive
For me
Keep laughing
For me
I don’t want to lose you
Like I lost everything
Before I met you

i'm walking in the open fields,
and i see it
the red fur, black-tipped ears,
the agonizing bushy white tail
it stops in sight,
giving me an alluring stare for a few seconds
then swiftly runs with it's black feet in the grass

some days, i feel as if i'm not worth being loved,
as if today will be my worst day ever,
as if anything and everything could go wrong,
and other days, i feel as if i can rule the world,
and i remember the people that love me
and the people i love.

Hercules,
don't save me now,
you looked out for me,
but were never around,
Hercules,
go save their lives,
i don't need saving,
i'm done with mine

the lights out,
nowhere to go,
we all hide,
in shadows below,
a thousand screams
hidden by the dark,
we have nothing to lose
just the core of our hearts

i'm falling.
there's nothing to hold on to,
not your love, not mine,
not our hate, even combined,
it's not enough,
to keep me alive,
please don't let me go,
i want to survive

a godly figure,
you're oh-so-strong,
to others you're the biggest,
but i hated you all along,
you thought you meant something to me,
you were just a game i played,
so go to your peasants,
and make them think you saved the day.

i paint my canvas everyday,
i enlarge the painting,
so i can display,
the colors of me,
and the colors of my feelings,
i'll give myself
a moment for healing.

my magical lies,
and the fascinating cries,
i love seeing the pain,
in the bad people's eyes,
yes i'll hurt them bad,
and i'll hurt them real good,
i'll **** the ones who deserve it,
and the ones who know they should.

i love rhythm,
whether it's music,
poetry,
or simple spoken words.

it looked like a normal river,
the water so clear,
no dirt near,
and the scent so fresh and clean.
Until we touched the water,
our hands started to bleed,
and the river
was made
of glass.

i'm good at surviving, but not living

plain aqua,
yet so full of life,
once the sun sets,
the ocean comes to life,
the chaos and beauty,
that the sea holds,
the ocean is a mystery,
with a story untold.

pearly white,
beauty flight,
contrast to night,
the bird of peace,
and love and all,
the dove it flies,
wings rise and fall.

i was walking the path my whole life,
too afraid for changes,
until i decided to steer to the right,
where i was happier than ever,
and i wasn't following a specific path,
except mine

the writings on the wall,
to whom do i call?
i scribbled and wrote,
asleep then i awoke,
and i couldn't stop writing on the wall

i don't have to please you to keep myself happy.

the moon is back,
and the clock resets,
the sun comes up,
and back down again,
time rewinds,
but we make use of it differently,
i'm still in yesterday,
and i'm living tomorrow happily.

i may be fragile,
i may be lost,
but i love when i'm hurt,
no matter what it costs.
the pain is numbing,
and i feel no more,
so i let it stay,
just a minute more.

Once I die,
I want you to cut me in the shape of the stars
So we can watch me shine in the sky
Better than the sun ever could

I stand in the field,
Devoid of worries,
Just me and my soul,
Forgetting life.

sometimes our mind is the darkest place,
but so is the midnight sky.

what is beauty?
is it my eyes, my lips, my face?
what is beauty?
is it what others make of it?
what is beauty?
is it who i truly am as a person?
but what is it
if it isn't that?

maybe beauty is just what we make of it.

It’s not that hard to love me for who I am
You could’ve told me before you decided to forget me
To leave me behind
As if I didn’t belong with you
      As if I wasn’t worth loving
            You betrayed me
      Left me crying
              You tore me up
Then acted as if I was fine
I should’ve known
                It was an act
    All of it
Now I’m back
             Where I was
                           Square 1
And I’ll have to keep searching
To let you know
                 That I’ve won

i'm in space,
but it's nothing like the movies.
it's empty,
like a black sheet of paper,
with white dots.
the view of earth,
makes me feel small.
the moon is gorgeous,
and the sun is not so near,
and i feel freedom, and solitude, with nobody here.

the papers torn out,
secrets i can't reveal,
there's so much i can write,
and i write what i feel.
People,
Love,
Anger,
And fear.
What these papers hold are dear,
Close to me,
And more than just words,
The things I write is my world between lines.

I remember when my heart gleamed with innocence
when everything was a joke,
And we thought this was what life consisted of
Though we wished to grow up,
to start living,
But it feels like it wasn’t worth
Growing up

I remember the devilish scent
of the blood on the grass
and the moonlight
shining through the window
The remarkably glowing body
and the knife stuck in his throat

i didn't get to hide my heart,
before everyone saw it and took advantage of it

over the horizon,
the apricot colored semi-circle,
setting in,
the waves pulling me in,
into a daydream of the rosy pink line,
killing the sunset.

we all want power,
but we don't realize that power comes
from our words

i can hear your words,
but no longer decipher them,
i can see you alive,
but to me you're dead,
i can feel your presence,
but no longer here,
you're like a ghost to me now,
you once meant something to me
but now I just see right through your lies

why didn't you talk to me?
you didn't tell me why,
you never said goodbye,
why didn't you just talk to me?

i patiently wait for my demons
to take me to their home,
because i feel that i belong there,
and i know i'm not alone.

sleep is a distraction and an alternative
for death,
it's simply an escape from life,
my problems,
so i don't have to deal with them for a while