Memories and emotions,
sleeping in silence.
The mind lies dormant.

The thoughts awaken,
they begin to stir,
but just let them be.

Embrace the journey.
Enjoy the seat.

For a secret pleasure it is,
discovering a personal eternity.

Imagine everyone had wings
They could fly to every single thing
Never walking about and around
Instead flying up and down
Around the skies the people would be
For miles and miles our eyes could see

But, imagine, you, were one of a kind
And you had no wings but instead the only imaginative mind
Your mind could soar you to the heights of your thoughts
A place that others could explore not
At the same time that those people flew, you were stuck to the ground
Is it rather up in the sky or in yourself that you'd be found?

Because a world of your own, where others will never be
Is a world that only you could see
And what's better to experience?
A sight that everyone else knows,
Or a place that only you could go

dear unrequited love -
i don't know if you know what you do to me
you make my sides hurt and my heart ache
and yet i still love you for it
i love you for the way your hair
falls gently in your face and
every
single
time i want to push it away
i've imagined a million different scenarios in whih
the two of us are together and in love
i've imagined cradling you between my legs
and saying your name like an ascending prayer
but maybe you're just like the others
maybe you should just stay away from me
i know you sometimes like the way my
hips move from side to side or how
my face break in two when i smile
but darling, i'm scared because i don't want to lose this--
this nothing that we have because
it's all i have left of you

Life made up of glass box.
Made of love, joy, happiness,
anger and pain.
Easy to break with a dark word.
No one's box made the same.
Everyone's glass cracks differently.
Some think out of it and some within,
yet they try to keep it clean.
When light falls,
Some absorb,
Some reflect,
Some transmit.
Fogging the walls with the haze
of heavy breathing.
Eyes squint searching for love
Hoping for rays that turn your box into an exquisite rainbow.
No matter how hard you try it's out of sight.
I hear the wind changing,
The aoeling sound reminding me I'll not see you again.
Is it even fair to be Happy?
when you're left, all alone, dying in your own pain?

I would have liked to live from a world long ago,
Where dragons felt real and mythology was known,
I would have liked to talk about the gods,
Their shapes and sides and their place in the home.

I would have liked to live in a world of magic,
With fairies and elves abound,
When people took the time to talk,
And nature could be found.

I would have liked to live in a new place,
Even if it's in outer space,
I would have liked to travel and make a new story,
One that ends in a blaze of glory,
But I'm
Just
Here.

So I'll make a new world,
One of my own,
With all of the magic that I had known.

Tapping his fingers
upon wooden desk , Albert
wished he'd done much more

all the times he spent
away from his family
touring the country

had left him in a
state of winter emptiness
of frozen raindrops

his banjo his friend
his only friend , his wife , his
two children now gone

taken way to soon
from a tragic accident
flowers never grew

there spirits now fly
echoing through his cracked walls
of a broken heart

his sorrowful heart
numb and black with depression
took over his soul

he gave a sigh of
regret as he looked outside
his window of pain

shelves of unread books
decorated the sky , soft
snowflakes stood still

an empty armchair
a brown stained cup of coffee
floated in-between

a jack in the box
popped up every hour , a
small hand fades away

a pretty apron
covered in painted saucepans
danced with a big spoon

he bowed his head , his
eyes filled with tears like bright stars
twinking at night

his feet rooted deep
under the ground clinging to
a life he once knew

until spring leaves blossomed
spreading a rush of warm love
into his heart

he opened his eyes
to a sky of birds flapping
there wings happily

and for the first time
in a long time , he watched
the golden sunrise

And he knew there and
then he must forgive himself
for the life he'd lived