This, being the best day of my life,
The last time we sang together,
The last time we laughed together,
Last time we danced together.
The stage was my home,
Your presence my palace.
You broke down my walls and let me be free.
I'll cry when I think
Of the times we spent.
It was bliss, those
Five months
That we spent.
But now, as we cry
And say our goodbyes
Remember just this,
If nothing else:
Don't cry because it's over.
Smile because it happened.

The hill screams to me,
jostling me into a day dream.
It hides behind our industrial scars,
But still fights us.

Trees, burning in flames,
Drown in a black, gaping river,
Dotted with metal killing fish.
Choking the hill,
Killing it,
Slowly.
Slowly.

The river melts away,
Revealing a beautiful blanket of green.
Lush, rich, beautiful, green.
The hill, alive once more.

But the river can not melt,
The fish can never die,
And the hill
Suffers,
In silence.

It mocks me.
I know it must.
Only forty-five minutes out of three hundred sixty.
These dead, beige walls
choke my soul.

I long for the smell of fresh air,
the clash of the taste of rain,
the feel of the elements.

But, of course.
I'm locked in this brick prison.
Never allowed out,
staring, staring,
straight ahead.

But I'm staring, staring
staring at the
beautiful tree,
gnarled tree.
Longing to be near it,
and out of the brick walls.

I walk through the doors,
and the wall closes in.
I stand, shoulders squared
and fight it.
It might have a grip,
but I'm in control.
It might win the battle,
but the war's just begun.

I throw down my bag
and brace myself.
Soon to be free,
I take nothing and jump,
not caring what falls;
it doesn't matter to me.

They chase me and fight,
but I'm soaring too high
to be touched.
The wall comes to life,
dancing with colours.
It screams and it whispers,
shouting: me.

They know I have gone,
So they try to pull down.
But I'm out of sight,
So now,
I'm free, in control.

The wall is now mine, is
free.

Yes, I'm:
Impatient;
too loud;
obnoxious;
picky;
childish;
rude;
disobedient;
and so on and so.

But they are my flaws.
And if you are just going to
cut me out
because you don't like them?
And are just going to
yell at me
for everything I do wrong?
Too bad.

You're never going to see me again
because if you can't accept me
for who I am
then you obviously don't deserve
a single word out of my mouth
to you.

I wish a million days gone in a second.
Why is every hour in a minute?
Every second seems too short,
every raindrop carries a thousand years.
Every word is too long,
every breath too quick.
Time never serves me well,
and now it's a winning war.
Please, someone, set me free!
Can I trust these four walls to listen to my screams?
Can I trust my blood to carry the secrets I can't say?

As I run my fingers through the pieces of my life,
my heart will split and never be so again.
I said I was fine
and you believed.
I'll let my tears fall away
and though you'll never see,
I'll be here for you.
Because I'm still in love with you.