everything is so quiet
yet I feel
like I'm falling apart

                                          they said I'd hit the ground
                                                      so hard I could
                                                       barely survive

                                                        ­                    so falling wasn't enough pain
                                                            ­                                now hitting ground,
                                                         ­                        being around while not ok

                                                       I feel so lonely
                                                 and I'm still trying to
                                                            fi­gure out

how and why and
**** **** fuck f///
///////////////uck

                                                    I've­ got no excuses
                                                         ­  and I know
                                                  cutting my legs hurts

                                                          ­                          and hitting my face hurts
                                                           ­                            and holding my breath
                                                          ­                         until I see darkness hurts

                                                 but nothing, nothing
                                                   matters at all now
                                                     that I just feel so

numb

                                                              erratic

                                                    ­                                                             *empty

where to begin?
                       where does it lead to?
                                                         will I ever be found?


                              the gates are closing in front of me
I got so close
              but then again,
                                                          ­                    I'm certainly lost
              but then again,
                                                          ­                    I've never found myself

maybe after all,
                               it leads me to you
                   it leads to nowhere
                                                  *(nowh­ere with you)

and I'm not even mad
        I'm not even sad
                                              but the fact that you're so tender to me
          breaks my heart into a million
                                                         ­      *tiny
                                                          ­           pieces

I'm so fortunate
            I've never found myself
                                                    as devoted as I feel
                                                            ­                         to you,
                                                            ­                                    *my sweetest

A feathered knight
Clad in windy armour
A tornado as a weapon
Eyes are cold and grey
Emotionally, and difficulty is deceptive
Storm Eagle, you fly above the teary eyed clouds

Fly on Eagle, Fly on

suddenly we were tripping
suddenly we were feeling
and everything went behind
everything was falling
like a w
              a
                  t
                     e
                        r
                           f
                             a
                                l
                                  l

Twisting, turning, tides o churning
Diving down, to drown the burning
Fires flying, dreams of dying
Yearning and still learning.

Chase the oil slicks,
Douse the blackness.
Flee the river styx,
Let go of false desires.

Set the past, ablaze with matches.
Destroy this hatred, in its masses.
Follow footsteps, frightened faces,
And find fate hides, in many places.

Thunder rolls in, booming out of nowhere
Disturbing the otherwise clear blue July sky
Just as suddenly as those clouds rolled in
Overhead the heavens broke
Sending rain plummeting to Earth with fruition
An aero plane flies overhead, loud engine roar trying to compete with the ominous thunder clashes
Wind dancing with the trees
Nothing pauses for the rain
The city doesn't come to a halt
Only me, sitting alone on my front stoop
Inhaling the scent of nature
Feeling the cold against my skin, ruffling up my hair
I was born for days like this
I live to become part of the storm

I am a poet with words a plenty
But I weep in jealousy
Because my audience is limited
My words do not transcend
Translating easily
Into other languages

But paintings and sketches
Can bend and break those
Barriers

One word can mean
Two or more things
In different languages

But an eyes is an eye
Hands are hands
The ocean is the ocean

And visual arts
Can share more then
My simple words
Dare to do

Every rainstorm is a Symphony
really I'll name all of the parts
obviously the thunder is the percussion section
keeping rhythm at sporadic times
the raindrops on the streets and rooftops are hammering out the bass and melody lines
the howling wind is the vocalists all itching to amaze the crowd

The animals footsteps are applause scattered in awe at this odd beautiful composition
put together and arranged by nature
and performed by the stormy orchestra
That's why, every storm, at least to me
is one of nature's symphonies

Gray and Gloomy
like this rainy day
is most likely how
my heart will stay

I keep wanting something
but I'm not sure what
to fill this void
occupied by tears of blood

I feel as an outcast
among my own people
most nights find me crying
underneath a steeple

So Gray and Gloomy
is how I'll stay
If somebody brought sunlight to me
Like a fool I'd push it away