If the eyes are truly windows to the soul,
Looking into yours would lift up one's spirit.
But to gaze in mine would surely take a toll;
Upon innocence, my troubles would be writ.

I don't mean to instill any sort of fear,
Or any discomfort, which could start to grow.
I just want to preserve you as you appear,
The purity you have, I lost long ago.

Time seems to melt away whene'er I'm with you,
In your arms is where I feel that I belong.
To show that I care, there's nothing I'd not do,
I will not be convinced that this could be wrong.

You are more amazing than I can dream of,
I just want to be someone who you can love.

All I want is something real,
But illusion has it's charms;
With which, my thoughts, it would steal,
Causing me a host of harms.

Can you stop just for to feel,
And ignore the false alarms,
The result could be ideal,
Just feel safe within my arms.

The pain is immense.
Shiny metal teeth laughing.
I hate this zipper.

Blankets and pillows;
I am unable to sleep.
I want to cuddle.

Stop focusing on the things
you think are negative in life.
When you think of pain,
think of the strength that
enduring the pain will leave
you with for the future.
When you think of endings,
think of new beginnings.
When you think you are lost,
think of what you might find
while you're there.
You wanna talk about
a gateway drug? Forget ***,
try some thought.
Thought is a gateway drug.
If you let yourself think freely,
the next thing you know
you will be writing about it,
and maybe eventually
singing about it.
You might start to
act out your imagination,
and if it is creative
instead of destructive,
you might end up
changing the world.
Maybe there doesn't "have"
to be pain, suffering,
hate or sadness,
maybe we just think that
because we have never seen
a world where there was only
love and joy and compassion.
But, there was a time
when no one had seen
the other side of the ocean,
so their continent
was the whole world,
and there was a time
when no one had seen
an aircraft so it was
impossible to fly.
Maybe Utopia could exist,
but definitely not while
you keep on believing that
it is impossible.

Birds fly in the sky,
What is it like for them there?
Flying beats walking.

I try to express myself to you,
But that is not so easy to do.
When I reach out, you turn away,
I don't know what more I can say.
For some reason, still I try,
Until I almost start to cry.

To cry I would have to care,
And that is something I can't bear.
Because I know that you do not,
Regardless of how hard I've fought.
Now I wish I knew just what to think,
When you don't even so much as blink.

From these thoughts I'd much rather hide,
I've always said, you can't hold back the tide.
I wonder how I'm supposed to feel,
Hot as ember or cold as steel?
It seems now that you've made your choice,
I wish you could have heard my voice.

If only I could go back in time,
And be a man and not a mime.
Then maybe I'd have the chance,
To take the lead in this dance.
Only time can truly tell,
Will I ever escape this hell?

All I want to do is be.
To live as close as I can to free,
and know what it's like to taste, smell, hear and see,
and to touch things that live, like a bird in a tree.
But they are not only birds, things that live and int'rest me,
things that are alive come from the land, air, and sea.
To say one form of life is the best, would be a travesty,
For what can make a bird more alive than a bee?
I draw great joy and comfort from life's diversity,
but not only in difference, is founded my glee.
There are things the same in lifeforms, from elephant to flea,
like how we rush to please our instincts, so compulsively.
But unlike the lustful wants of others, humble is my plea,
to pass this genuine love for life from my own, on to thee.

I want me and thee to be free to see an end to travesty and plea that adversity flee, for we to love compulsively and treasure our diversity, live a life so full of glee, that it will suffice to just be.

Cars keep driving by,
Do they even see me here?
Wish I was driving.

You are amazing.

After what seemed like a lifetime of fervently searching through endless, abyssal, darkness, I have found a stunning array of the most spectacularly luminous qualities, in you. It may be hopelessly cliché, but you are the light at the end of the tunnel.

It is breathtakingly difficult to describe quite how fantastic you are. You are elusive, like a single, pure, white Trillium in a forest of ivy. Your beauty is beyond both simile and metaphor; to your form, there is no comparison. If it is possible for a person to be flawless, then I am sure that you are.

Every word you say captivates my undivided attention, and leaves me hoping for more. I am enraptured by every move your body makes. When you sing, I feel my pulse quicken, and I could listen for hours. When you dance, my eyes follow every action with genuine appreciation for your graceful motion.

No matter what I am doing, I catch myself thinking about you throughout the day, wishing I was next to you. You are everything I want, and more than I could ever ask for. You aren't afraid to laugh like a fool, or cry like a child, or scream at the top of your lungs, or smile like you've never felt pain.

Everything about you makes me crazy over you, and, sometimes, it's easy to question whether someone as incredible as you can even be real...

I want to be the forest and You to be the fire. I want every part of me to be completely consumed, no matter how large or how small it appears to be. I want to be a medium, through which You can be manifest. I want the combination of my substance and your catalysis to create a beautiful, powerful expression. I want our interaction to be unavoidably apparent to anything that can see, smell, taste, hear, or feel. I want all of my inhibitions to become meaningless in the face of your awesomeness. I want to be unable to become distracted from, or bored of You; because we are one inseparable entity.

Even when everything about me that I used to think made me who I was has been reduced to ash, I know that it will only enrich the parts of me which remain. The decomposition of the unnecessary will lead to the fertilization of the valuable. For a time, where a seemingly great forest once stood, there will be nothing but a flat field; but the result will be an amazing collection of new life to take its place. Where the forest seemed to be stagnant and immovable, instead there will be a growing, changing, expanding and thriving ecosystem. I will be what I was meant to be, but the glory of the creation will be yours for you were the inspiration and the force behind the result.

This is the kind of love I want to experience. The kind of love I want to be able to show others. Undoubting, fearless, passionate, enduring, complete.

When it first came to me, I was so ignorant, unaware and unprepared.
With it, unwillingly, my body, mind and soul were shared.
So sudden and so powerful, a force I could not resist.
Something I never imagined could exist.
Thriving on my every thought, fear and desire;
Then burning my inhibitions to fuel its fire.
Combining the dark and the light into choices.
Coercing me forth with subtle, sweet voices.
Everything I thought I knew became twisted and changed.
Evoking discomfort in others, leaving me estranged.
Until I was broken, and lost all sense of control;
Utterly divided, and no longer a whole.
Freed from the ******* of worry, stress and pain;
Facing the semblance of going insane.
Do you believe the greatest threat is your physical death?
Discover losing your mind while you still have your breath.

But then something transpired which is hard to explain;
By no small miracle, its strength started to wane.
Although, this benefit was rather double-bladed;
As along with its grip, my spirit had faded.
Jarred by a lack of range of emotion,
Justice seemed an unfamiliar notion.
Varieties of explanations conceived then overturned,
Very distinct from the truth for which I yearned.
Hell it seemed I had felt, for Heaven's sake.
Half of me thinking it was more than I could take.
Quite some time was required for me to repair.
Questioning whether or not I should care.
You never know your limits until they are tested;
Yet your Will is a force that can not be bested.
Great victories are won by sheer force of thought,
Get off of your knees, power can not be bought.

Knowing that nothing can be called black or white,
Kills what you thought about what's wrong and right.
Once you realize that this life is not duality,
Only then will you be able to manage reality.

Now I can feel it again, drawing closer to me.
Not that I fear it, for this time I can see
It does not have authority over that which is mine;
I met it initially without much of a spine.
Pride was what made me vulnerable before,
Precluding me from safeguarding my core.
Remembering I've already battled this thing
Reminds me that I still possess its sting.
My past makes me tougher and I think I am ready;
May my Will be steadfast and my resolve be steady.
Life is a constant which transcends space and time,
Love is what makes living life so sublime.

Here I stand,
nothing left to lose.
So now it seems
that I must choose;
To fight on,
a little colder,
Or end the pain,
which would be bolder.
I weigh consequence,
by moon and by sun,
But there's no recompense,
for the things I have done.
This life has been hard,
taken blood sweat and tears.
I've swallowed my pride,
and laughed at my fears.
I've given my all,
and continued to give,
I've been close to death,
but continued to live.
The things I have seen
have been too much to handle,
I wish my past could be
doused, like a candle.
And so I begin, to
doubt my own mind,
Because I find it so hard,
and its so hard to find.
I'll think what I want,
you think what you will,
We could have had more
than a cheap thrill.
All my bones have
decayed into dust,
Because it's hard to be strong,
with no one to trust.
I know that I shouldn't,
but I still wish you the best,
In spite of the hollow
you left deep in my chest.
Here I stand,
still nothing left to lose,
Having eaten up more
of the length of my fuse,
I'll let you decide;
be the one to choose,
If you still think you'd survive
a walk in my shoes.

It seems that time and time again,
all I can be is just a friend;
To those on who's opinions,
it seems my thoughts depend.
Eagerly I listen to, their deepest fears
and heart's desires;
As, to the end of pleasing them,
my feeble mind conspires.
I sacrifice my safe indiff'rence,
to keep my hopes alive;
All while wishing that
reciprocation will arrive.
Blind eyes I turn to every sign
that this will never come;
The blaring sound of this fact,
I reduce to a hum.
Until the point where my denial,
can't be justified;
When all that's left for me to say is
"well, at least I tried."
Then's the time to move forward,
into the next frontier;
Even though each time I try,
I'm burdened with more fear.
Maybe, one day, I'll find the one,
who's equally devout;
And pray that they will have the pow'r,
to remove all my doubt.
For now, it seems, all there's to do,
is keep my eyes ahead;
Since if I focus on the past,
I'll surely lose my head.

You are more precious than any gem,
your lustre tops them all.
You are as pleasant to gaze upon,
as the change from Spring to Fall.
But, though, to your beauty,
there is little to compare,
There is so much more depth
to what makes you so fair.
Few can boast being
your equal in cunning,
Which your humility makes
all the more stunning.
You are so very clever,
with no lack of intelligence,
Which helps make your appeal
to like minds so immense.
When you see that another
is in need of compassion,
You don't hesitate to show
you care in prompt fashion.
You are clearly dedicated
to all that you do,
The benefits of which
will be great,
to be true.
An example of extraordinary excellence of sort,
Merely your presence provides thorough comfort.