I am here again wondering when it will all end. I feel it again, a certain freedom I've longed to hear. It's such serenity, I hope it lingers again. And then when I am expected to again, I'll just say it in the end. I want to be free again. Free to be me again. And to see what it is that makes me be me. I wanted to see what I say and do what I mean, but then where else should I go, or can't I see that it was me that was meant to be. I understood the words that followed me. They stare, they comfort, they don't care, but in the end, they ring  in the air, so sweetly, it's like serenity singing sweetly again. I understand the words that wondered where it was to be, and when it ended, I said then again. Then when it began I should end it then say it was my friend again. I sent it out and then it sent it when I said it's not the way it ends.  I someday wondered why it would be the way it would end with me. I sometimes wonder why I bother to see what I wondered to be, but then it all ends with me again. I say, I sing, I seek, I wondered, I pray, I believe, I understand, and in the end it's never going to be me. So free. From me. The me that I'm meant to be. And then again. Me. Until the end. I fear nothing, and then when it ends, I'll say it again. Someday I'll pray and then sing until the end, when it will be again, what I wanted to never again send, end, or forget to be when I went back then said lend me hearts to cry, these tears they laugh, they sing, they see the light. I sounded wonders and thought it so. I meant it, then again. Then said it was and then said it again. Win. Try to begin. Then when it ends, sing it's begun again.

I may be free.  Closer to who I want to be. Something else. Something better than me. An evolution, so soon I'll see that it was what I was sent to be. I understood these words, and then they ended again, but in the end I said it was done and then it went again. Pray for the words to seep through me to the world they've never known. They must believe, see, dream, feel, and see it's real. It's their world again, and then they'll sing sweetly, dropping tears, firing waterfalls, swinging freely, freeing themselves in the end. Let's send it again. Someday, it will never end. And then I will see what it was meant to be for me. And you. And we. And us. And see, it's just that. Just what it should be. Even me. Even free. Even when we believed. Even when we don't see. We must understand it was what wasn't said that was said to be, and then in the end, you must not wish it again. Begin the end. Begin bitterly, the neverending beginning, and say a friend sent you again to be there at the end.

little girl blue,

They reminisce over you,
In the cosmic blues,
A star before the fire sparked,
consistent front page news.

A heart of golden rock and roll,
Nothing stopping you.
The pain inside took its toil,
the grain in your voice and tortured soul,
stole us all from you.

It was time that took your life,
In the the time of your life
You wanted to be loved so much,
but not enough to change your mind.

Now you are a shooting star,
that burnt out years before,
Captured in the music left,
that all of us adore.

thank you
for reading
my poems

i am very
         very
happy
that you
guys did.

i can't express
how thankful
i am for you
guys, thank
you.

you said i
was a
beautiful
red rose

but you
pricked me
with your
sharp thorns

and left me
here, without
help, or friend

you left me
bleeding,

you left me
here to                                                                                                      *die

before you **** yourself,
just remember
that there are
places you have not been
and things you have not seen.
and poems to awe
art to draw
fields to walk through,
people to talk to,
music to take in,
games to win,
and books to be read.

so why,
oh why
do you wish
to be dead?

don't fall in love with the person who will ignite a fire within you and then ignore how badly it burns you