Hope is quite,
It comes late at night,
When the screaming stops,
all you can hear is silence.

Hope is quick,
It lasts for a moment,
After you've finally given up,
And need a second chance.

Hope is bright,
It's a shooting star,
As you walk through the dark,
Illuminating the path before you.

Hope is everything,
Becuase it's all,
We truly need.

I almost walked
alone
in the pouring
rain,
but you gave
me
a ride home
still.

Healing doesn't always feel
good,
yesterday during my procedure
I was uncomfortable
but had to
let the doctor
perform his duty,
and because I withstood
I can smile again
having been healed.

Felt it today,
that’s all I can say,  
Resisting daily,
And it feels like I’m lying,
But I always take the risk,
Along with the harm,
I hate this desire,
Like wild fire,
I was once in control,
But now on a roll,
The sum of all my fears,
Takes it’s toll.

If I could describe
my first day
at work
with one word
I'd say,
overwhelming.

Hopefully, I've made a good impression,
since I came in early,
and stayed later
then I originally planned,
moving quickly on my feet
with sweat on my brow.

There was much to learn
mostly new ways to clean,
I never thought about
how dirt can accumulate
on any surface;
still, I don't know.

My co-workers went about there work,
I did my best to stay out there way,
they did the same,
I think I might have made some friends,
but it's hard to tell
because everybody tells me what to do,

what I never forgot about was
outside the restaurant
there's a whole world still to experience,
and because I have a job
I can afford to live in it
better.

I'm going to keep pushing myself
until I've broken apart,
until I've proved myself,
until I've earned my keep,
this path is my own,
no turning back.

I quit every job
I've had in my life
because I was afraid of
failing.
Now I see
what's scarier is to never
realize your
potential.
The next job I get
I'll work hard with sweat
on my brow and money in my
pocket.
Just wait and see,
I'll prove all the naysayers wrong
with my working man's
hands.

From time to time
I reflect on the old wisdom
spoken to me,
"If you're not between
a rock and a
hard place than your
not truly living!"

Nothing can compare
to the joy I felt
stepping off that train
and seeing my mother's face again.
I was gone only a week,
but it might as well have been forever.
I traveled six hours on the railroad
back to good old Georgia.
What more could I ask for
than to be home sweet home  
where I
belong.

Grandma bought me a box
of tissues today,
now I can start crying.
I've heard it said,
"Boys don't cry."
but sometimes I do.
Life gets too heavy  
and I need a release.
I always lock the door to my room,
to not sadden others.
I pull the blanket over my body
and my eyes start to water.
I bow my head as if to pray then I let
the most vulnerable part of myself
free through my teardrops.
For a few minutes  
I have no guard or shield
just tears.
When its over
I wipe away the pain
from my eyes
and start life
anew.

Looking at his
face
I see the
man
I used to
love.

I don't know
what
it is you've
done
to me, but
I'll
never be the
same.

I weep for joy,
On warm restless nights,
In the middle of Summer,
With no escape in sight,

I weep for joy,
With the crushing of dead leaves,
In the beginning of fall,
Suffocates the soul,

I weep for joy,
When the lack of snowfall,
In the dead of winter,
Makes fools us all,

I weep for joy,
As the cool wind blows,
In the rebirth of Spring,
Brings hope once again.

You know
you look
you're most
beautiful when
you sleep,

on this
bus surrounded
by people
you're all
I see,

your dark
hair and
chiseled face
make you
quite handsome,

and I
promise as
we grow
old and
skin wrinkles,

that I
will never
grow tired
of seeing
your face.

My ear
is always
here
if you need to
talk,
my shoulder
is always
here
if you need to
cry,
my heart
is always
here
if you need to
love.

There is no
going
back to who
you
used to be
just
accept it and
move
on with your
life.

I'm a tree in
September
with my leaves changing
color,
falling off one by
one,
and letting the cool
autumn
breeze blow through my
branches
sweeping the deceased ones
away,

during fall, I'm letting
go
of possessions I held
dear.

Your love is like moonlight
it shines brightest in the dark.
Your love is like fire
it burns hottest in the cold.
Your love is like music
it sounds loudest in silence.
Your love is like the sun
even in the night
I know it's there.

I'll keep on
standing
up for myself
even
no one else
is
on my side
because
no matter what
I've
always got my
back.

I hate writer's block!
Why can't I come up with something
beautiful,
deep,
and thought-provoking
on a moments notice?

I'm glad I
gave
her the adequate
time
and space apart
from
me, because now
being
reunited with her
again
I'm able to
discern
what a healthy
relationship
truly is for
us.

True love happens by accident,
you think of a person once or twice,
and you do your best to put them out of your mind;
but they won't go away.
Over and over again a voice
whispers in your ear
and you know this isn't
normal.
You realize you can't go a day without seeing her,
let alone an hour without her on your mind.
That's all it takes,
and suddenly your heart unravels.
Your direction changed,
leading straight to her now.

My favorite color is
pink.
I was born biologically a
boy,
but I don't
care.
I like what I
like.

When I was
little,
I played with
girls,
I loved to
gossip,
and had
girlfriends.

Then I got called
tomgirl,
and felt
embarrassed,
so I stopped having
fun;
and found myself all
alone.

Now I wear my
femininity
on my
sleeve
I love the color
pink,
and I don't care who
knows.

The hard thing
about failing as
an adult is
you can't blame
anyone else for
your own mistakes.
When you're a
child, you can

blame your friends,
siblings, and parents,
but the second
you take a
step outside that
door, and go
out on your
own, that's it.

Your life is
your responsibility and
not anyone else's.
That's a hard
pill to swallow,
but we all
must do it.
Own your life.

We begged and pleaded
for somebody to
love us.
But once
we found them,
didn't we still feel
empty?

I am an unanswered prayer,
Resting upon the hearts of,
The weak and wounded,
Like a seed that falls,
Flat on the earth,
Never to be,
Seen again.

Cruzing in your
car
just you and
me
after church has
ended
we share a
fellowship
that only God
could’ve
ordained for us
both,

our car ride
blessings.

They say
if you
walk

around the
circle three
times

with the
one you
love

then it's
meant to
be,

I know
it sounds
crazy,

but it
just might
work.

Have you ever felt
at the core of your being
you've done something so
shamefully
that you had to get on
your feet and walk away?
Like the only way to set yourself
free
is to walk for miles
in the darkness of night,
until you figure out
what's
wrong with you?
So that you'll
never feel like this
again.

I sat in
front
of my desk
to
work but couldn't
focus
because the cat
kept
playing with my
feet.

I couldn’t
hide
my squeamishness
because
she acted
far
too familiar
with
me and
forgot
about our
boundaries.

Be
your own
valentine,
if you
need
one.
This one day
a year
we honor
love
in all it's
forms,
so why not
honor
self-love?
Sometimes
it's all we
need.

D.
The things I wish
I could tell you
fill up my brain
with thoughts of regret.
I'm awful sorry for
how things turned out.
I hope you can
forgive me one day.

Here's to taking
a chance on yourself!
Here's to trusting
your instincts!
Here's to giving
everything you got!
Here's to discovering
your inner strength!
Here's to proving
haters wrong!
Here's to never looking
back!

I'm holding my cat
during our car ride so to
stop him from whining.

Part of the reason
why
wounded people don't forgive
abusers
is because when they
turn
to their loved ones
for
validation, they're more concerned
with
pacifying the guilty, which
ultimately
keeps the pain alive
inside.

some times
I was
too young
to know.

What kind of
friend
would I be
if
I didn't send
you
off with a
smile?

I passed out last night
you lied down beside me, and
we cuddled till morning.

I never saw my redhill dawn,
Now we break in song,
For once I was trapped to long,
Joyfully, I found a home,
Nothing good is set in stone,
Burning coals which was my tears,
Radiate colder than my fears,

This afternoon I put
all
of my worries to
sleep
and awoke feeling fully
calm.

I want one moment
in my life,
I can look back on,
and know for certain
that without me
it would have never
existed.
One moment which
lives on in the memories
of my friends and I as
irreplaceable because of my
being there,
I want to live on like a picture
in frame.

A writer's ultimate goal
is to be remembered
after he's gone,
immortalized
in the hearts of people
all over the world
long after he's
dead.

Will, he ever reach it,
who's to say,
writers die, but ideas live on
so write about what matters.

I want to
invite
you to my
house
to eat thanksgiving
dinner
because you feel
like
part of my
family.

I met her
at
the local book-
shop
and for a
brief
moment in time
we
didn't feel alone
anymore.

Why do you
look up to
me?
I don't have
any of the
answers.

I'll only lead
you the wrong
way,
turn back now
before I hurt
you,

after what I've
been through I
can't
hold a life
in my hands
again.

I want to hear
her siren's call,
after years
at sea
I've grown
deaf,
though she's
death,
I'd rather be
beckoned
with her
sweet song,
and crash on
the rocks
if
I can hear
her voice
one last time.

The way you disappear
is by walking out that door
and never looking back.
Leaving the past behind
and going headlong
into the future.
Don't bother saying goodbye
because you're already
gone.

I am Clare,
She is I,
We are together,
Bonded in love,
From life to,
Death and beyond,
I am death,
She is rebirth,
We are one.