Could I ever write you
A truly holy sonnet
When I was forged
So far from Heaven?

Could you cry for me
While I could gather the teardrops,
With the lone intent
To flood the world again?

Can we ever know purity
Without a little harm?

Must I cleanse the Earth
Of everything
I can no longer care for?

Carly's eyes penetrated Hell
And cast me back
Into sanity again.

I'm standing on my own again
And by only her accord.

Let's make the world
A little smaller...

Whisper to me anything at all
That you could find meaningful enough
To discuss through the cover of darkness.

For the first time in forever,
I'm whole once more.

I'm venturing deeper
Into your enchantment...
This new labyrinth I've found
That I only aim
To immerse myself in deeper
With every setting sun.

I can only hope
To grow like moss
Around your careless daydreams
And take hold of even the smallest bit
Of your brilliant brand of curiosity.

One week left
'til school starts
One week left
'til I fall apart

Preparations begin
for sleepless nights
Frustrations give in
to haunting frights

Anxiety skyrockets
in my weary mind
Checking all my pockets
to see if I can find

Time

*Just a little bit longer
Of having sanity as an option

Don't search for my sanity anymore,
it
followed
you
far away.

Become my the reason
I retaliate against this
Crazy world
Where guns and violence are
My protection
And love is my weakness.
I am broken by the daily
Sickness
That runs in my veins
Causing me to change
Each stupid day.

Become my soilder
That opens my heart
Which bears much evil,
Including the sins of my ancestry.
Your the only one I can trust
As I dwindle from my sanity
Because I am a devil
That needs redemption.

Somewhere between sane and insane dwells the lonely poet's soul.

It’s not love until it hurts. My heart boils and with little bursts, it grows wings that crave flight. I’m leaving the fight, against what might, work and not work. I’m setting myself free for you, take me entirely, love me selfishly, need me excessively and consume my sanity. I don’t exist in time with you, I find myself looking…but for no escape, just looking – admiring, wondering, seeking more & more of what might be pain. The worthy ache. An anxiety I want to let in.

It’s not love until it hurts.

I'm driving places I've never been
And I'm not talking of sins
I'm talking the chemicals in my brain
The ones that make me feel sane

My conclusion is
if you ever think
that you're a sane person
then you have never been in love
at all

Today I fell down the rabbit hole
And I'm not coming back
All the thoughts inside my head
Were just too tightly packed

I hit the bottom and heard a Crack
Knocked loose all sanity left intact
Now I stand here looking back
And, all I can do is laugh