Tears of sorrow
Is the frosted window
To our darkest desires
And shout the lies

Depression is like a ghost in the snow
It all seems unreal
You have no idea what you're up against
Yet we've seen what they look like

The clock can keep ticking
And whisper the time
We are too ignorant to hear
And too scared to listen

The sun shines on you
And screams your imperfections
Forget about the people who hate you
A smile is the perfect revenge

Clenched Fists
Forced Smile
Red and white tablets
And blades

It's how you hold in your anger
It's how they think your okay
It's how your brainwashed
It's how you keep a right mind

My life
Is just pills
Fake signs
And metal

We all wonder in the dark
Trying to see the good
Trying to feel warmth

A small red ember falls to the ground
It glows and it gives of warmth
This is how his revolution started
A small speck in the dark

We fed the ember with praise
And likes that made it grow
People gathered as a fire became

People like his light and his warmth
He grew into a bonfire
Though not low on fuel and praise

Our fire has started to wane
Its not quite as bright
Or as warm
But it still changes our hearts

Andy a poet on here is really sick. Though he still manages to change our lives everyday. He's stronger than anything you'll ever encounter. Andy if you're reading this is means you need to kick cancer's **** because we're here to catch you and revive you so you can win. That's what I want for Christmas. For Andy to survive. When he does I will be first in line to say "Andy you've changed my life and I can't ask for a better savior." ---Lukas---

Your eyes they flutter
Like butterfly wings
When closed they blend
To the same tan as their background
But,
When opened
They shine a brilliant blue
And throw me off

Blurred images
Hazy edged pictures
Images with burn holes 
Things to see behind
Clouds of lingering sleep
This is the first time in awhile
I've actually felt okay
The world is still moving to fast 
And me too slow
But my mind has a window
So I can see and hear 
Though my throat still 
Struggles for sounds
My hands form letters
That form words
That form phrases
My thoughts on pages 
My feelings on paper 
My soul wrapped into words
That will never be spoken 

These are my own words written by someone else, hope you guys enjoy my first poem in a while, things are actually improving. If im lucky i'll survive -Andy

I hate to admit it but,
Maybe his time has come
Maybe he's meant to go
Three weeks of hanging on
He has no reason to
His love has gone
His mother is waiting
His best friend is there
Everyone he's lost along the way,
Waiting with open arms
Oliver
Abby
Evelyn
Joseph
Quinn
Ally
Catherine
And those are just a few
His family is there
He's lost everything
But himself


A short poem for Andy. Who was moved back to his home town for his last few weeks. Andy has been battling a cancer called soft tissue sarcoma. This has been a two year battle. It's closer to stage five than four now and he's been given three weeks to live. To say goodbye, to try and get better. Help me out and repost this to give him a reason to fight. Write your own poems and show him there's a reason to stay  #ThisIsForAndy and #ANewReligion    ~Thanks~