You've got all these people exclaiming their creativity
and all these people ******* on about the special value of a person
but you'd never see any one of those people acting as if what they were
saying was true. Never would you see the popular guy go and talk to
the lesser girl. Never would he know her past her name. He wouldn't give
a **** either way about what made this miracle of a human being who she
is today. He couldn't care about how tough things are getting or
how lonely she is or how she feels about his eyes or how she longs
to make love with his soul.
You've got people claiming purity and innocence and how they
would never dare stoop so low as to degrade another human.
Put your clean hands out to the world. Show them how much
you've been scrubbing. But when the lights go out and nobody is
watching, all of those pretty people get together in their pretty world,
to laugh at all the rest, while they **** like a bunch of animals and
talk about how many drugs they've ingested within the past three days.
We wonder about the human condition. Why things are the way they are.
People crying everyday because of being treated less than human.
That is such an incredible amount of *******.
Want to fix something? ******* DO IT ALREADY!
You want to change your life? Want to say, "It's too hard! I can't! Life *****!?"
There are people dying everyday, praying to gods they don't believe in, just
for a few more seconds on this earth. If you want to change your life,
go talk to that guy who's crying. Go ask that girl about what her real passion in life is and what she'd rather be doing.
Go get to know somebody. Go and really get to know somebody. Inspire somebody.
Be somebody's reason to get up in the morning. Be somebody's reason to stay up at night.
Be somebody's reason to not give up on themselves. Be a savior. Care. Just please care.
Tell them that they should do the same. Change is not always something to be done alone.
Changing the world is a process that involves the whole world itself.
Don't just say how great you are and go on about how everybody has worth. Show somebody.
Mean it with all of your heart. I swear you're bound to make a few friends along the way.
I swear you will save somebody's life. And I promise with all of my heart that somebody will save yours.
Make a reaction. It has to come full circle.
And YOU if you're still reading this. Thank you. Really.
If YOU need somebody to talk to, talk to me. I'm here for YOU I mean it with every fiber of my being.
I love you, whoever you are. You don't have to be alone.

8 million people crammed into 302 square miles
bump into each other every day and don’t say a single word.
Countless stories collide every moment in this city of stone
but all we remember
is the unshaven hipster who steals our seat on the subway.

Sometimes I stare out at black and can’t help but see a thousand pictures:
The tales of loneliness in the most crowded city in America.
The chance to find someone who savors your smile.
The hum of bright dreams hanging in city smoke
like the lost souls of all of the insects who ever lived.

I ache to someday hold invaluable pieces of glossy paper--
Future photographs torn and browning, wrinkled
like the hands that hold them, cracked and soft and full of love.

I dream of future recollection, of the chance to look back on all that hasn’t happened yet.
The night sky I examine produces only pictures of you.

I long to be the man who lived through it all, through rain and fire and blood
with a full heart and a twinkle in his eye
reserved for you like the empty space I create in my sleep.

The man who did not let this cold city make him hard, the man who remembered that

There are over 1700 parks in New York City, 843 acres boiling with emerald beauty
in a city of smog.

That there is a woman who shines like all those beautiful autumn trees on top of stone.
If I were Times Square and Rockefeller Center,
she is Central Park. And Bryant. And Battery. And Washington Square.
She is all the green among the gray.

Each day she is growing; spilling light and love
and grassy hills onto the crumbled grayness inside me.

I cannot wait until she covers me,
Until I can look back and never remember my life without her in it.
Until she steals away my desperate need to dream.
One day I will open my blinds, stare at the night sky
and see only stars.

Why is it so hard
To find someone
Who always make me want to smile
And always think about them
Drawing pictures on my bedroom floor

Why is it so hard
To feel the feeling that I really want to feel
It’s just physical attraction
And it really doesn’t go

Nothing
It’s just nothing
I’m numb
I’m torn
I’m unsure

Nothing
I want something
But this heart of mine
Just won’t let you in.

I’m gonna kiss you in the bedroom
Hold your hand when we’re alone
But never show my love
Anywhere that’s not behind
Closed doors

I hope that one day
We could
Go together
Somewhere far away
And I’ll realize
That you’re the one
I want here to stay
But for now I’m feeling

nothing
It’s just nothing
I’m numb
I’m torn
I’m not sure

Nothing
I want to feel something
But this heart of mine
Just won’t let you in.

It’s not you
It’s me
That old cliché
I forever wish I could
Feel the same way

It’s physical attraction
but my heart is set emotion
I’m hurting you
And all I feel is

Nothing
It’s nothing
I’m numb
I’m torn
I’m not sure

Nothing
I want something
But this heart of mine
Just won’t let you in.

Why is it so hard
To find someone
Who always make me want to smile
And always think about them
Drawing pictures on my bedroom floor.

Too lazy to be ambitious,
I let the world take care of itself.
Ten days' worth of rice in my bag;
a bundle of twigs by the fireplace.
Why chatter about delusion and enlightenment?
Listening to the night rain on my roof,
I sit comfortably, with both legs stretched out.