joy, i’m joyous.


smile, i’m happy.


kiss, love is definitely near.


embrace, clear is my mind.




if you’re reading this right now,


he left me behind.

The boy at the back of the car, with red headphones on, he sat on the ocean and he couldn't see past the pain that overwhelmed him.

The boy at the back of the car, his back aches, the tears were like sleeping pills
and nearly brought him to sleep.

The boy at the back of the car, he took pictures, he couldn't find a way to stay happy at one point in time.

The boy at the back of the car, he wanted the knives and pans, but he knew better then to intercede with God's plan.

The boy at the back of the car,
he fought the fight and he is preparing to take flight.
His friend has problems with shadows and thoughts that seemed to trap her in a seemingly never-ending maze of
trouble.

The boy at the back of the car has some issues, but...
The boy at the back of the car,
....is happier now. :)

A New Year,a new beginning,
What's in store,awaiting,
365 blank pages,
To be filled with new strategies.
Forget the past,time to move on,
Throw in a handful of resolutions.
Dear God, present us with a perfect New Year's Gift,
From war we must drift,
All bad politicians You sift,
Climate changes we should heed,
Safety from nature's hazard we need.
Away with weapons of mass destruction,
Unity amongst every nation.
Herald in economic equality,
And do away with poverty.
Please remove our aches, bitterness and sorrows,
Instead,fill them with peace and joy for all tomorrows.
Make this year short and sweet,
Everyday, our needs we are able to meet.
Shower us with plentiful blessings,
So we wake up laughing.
Friends and foes,let us leave every thing behind,
Make amends with good things in mind.

Fading in static,
I vanish from speculation entirely

I am ethereal

I slip through a closed door phantomous -- My driving need absolved

              I am cured (Temporarily)

Dead in my own eyes and abandon in my mind

I pass voicelessly through the terminal - - unrecognised

I am more alive then a lifetime of living

Exuberant; I erupt with silent joy that gushes from my open chest cavity

Evacuating the pavement
                       -
washing away organically

Maybe dying isn't so bad
I'm already living like I'm dead
I'm perpetually sad
The black slug of depression is weighing me
down like lead
I'm not who I want to be
I feel as though I'll never get there
If I could run from my problems I'd flee
& feel my problems become as light as air
But that's not reality
And deep down that's not me
So every night to God I pray
And keep fighting knowing in my future in joy I will lay