In that greeness of a young and an most awkward age,
It seemed my destiny to dwell alone in peace, in a place
Of which I could not dream myself being any fonder of.

And by the brook, is where I took, mine one and only book,
To read for hours, in a nook, 'neath a sycamore tree. A book
Which still I keep, tho rarely read, where lovers ponder love.

If I had a gun right now.
I would aim it to the sky.
I would declare the world to **** itself.

If I was in love right now.
I would kiss them goodbye.
I would declare my love to them.

If I had billions right now.
I would buy my mother a house.
I would declare myself broke.  

If I had friends right now.
I would share with them my secrets.
I would declare my betrayal.  

If I was happy right now.
I would be at ease.
I would declare my tranquility.

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow—
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream:
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand—
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep
While I weep—while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

i am seaglass
collect me along the shore
i am once jagged edges
now dulled by time and salt
wounds full of salt
i have forgotten what sweet is
foggy clouded
clarity lost for the sake of beauty
i am discarded
collect me along the shore
i am scattered in pieces
that no longer fit together
curves and waves
i am tough i am smooth
i have lived my life in rough waters
water and rock
have rearranged my shape
i am under your feet
collect me along the shore

Sages  whisper  truth  of  a  path  that's  narrow
And  most  difficult  to  ascend  for  humankind.
T'is  true,  I  know,  for  one  did  sing  his  mind
Thru  the  evening  song  of  a  vesper  sparrow

-And I hear Him beside my thoughts aloud.

To  overcome  the  passions  of  this  still  inertia
Mixed  with  my  own  mind's  keen  reservation,
Is  a  hard  battle  between  grief  and  brief  elation
In  the  cold  night  or  dreary  day,  and  vice  versa.

When  I  am  in  my  solitude,  I  choose  to  drift  by
With  the  dread  riptide  of  the  moment,  while
Striving  for  the  peace  of  the  ebb  tide,  a  smile
Upon  my  face  to  let  me  know  it  will  be  alright

-And I hear Him beside my thoughts aloud.

When  I  am  between  the  shore  and  the  pleroma
Violet  horizon,  I  revel  in  a  continuum  of  space,
With  the  music  of  the  spheres  whirling  apace
To  a  forbidden  rhyme  as  I  perfect  my  persona.

I  ­lose  all  of  my  attachments  until  I  am  free  to  be
Married  to  my  destiny,  which  haunts  each  dream
And  drinks  up  my  soul  like  a  weeping  willow  tree.   I  have  surrendered,  nearer  to  our  God,  to  Thee

*-And I hear Him beside my thoughts aloud!

I didn't want to hurt myself
but the stinging felt better
on my thighs
than it did in my heart
and the burn
of the ***** in my throat
will always taste better than
swallowing down the words
I want to say to you
I'm hungry and hollow
and I just want someone to call my own
I just want someone to hold
and I want us to love each other
you were like a hurricane
you came to me when I was still
young and beautiful and new
but you destroyed everything in me
the storm calmed eventually but it didn't stop raining in my mind so I ran blades along my skin trying to find some part of myself that might still be there but I only bled colors of you so I sent out search parties all over my body
but they where never to be found
cause I guess you took them with you
so much of me lost in you