Our life is our story.
Write well, edit often,
And do not spoil the ending.

Mister Stephen King quotes,
"We should write every day!"
If one was to do that,
We would very soon
Run out of things to write about.

I saw you dancing In the ocean
Writing love letters In the sand
A spirit no one could tame
Holding beauty in your hands

In the instant that you feel so free
In the second that the truth reveals
Running wild up your spine
And then you know that it's real

There are signs we choose to follow
There are roads we choose to take
A bitter pill that's hard to swallow
Too big of a decision to make

Every road leads back around
Soon enough if you take the wrong turn
And sometimes all you ever need
Is someone to help you learn

And all I ever needed was someone
That would teach me how to fly
Someone to open my door
And turn me loose into the sky

And all I ever needed was someone
To show me how to shine
Like the stars above
And then burn bright like the sun
All I'll ever need is you
You're that someone

Poetry is the fine line that divides our world from a world we never knew existed.

My life before I counted plain.
I was no stranger to the pain
And more than sunshine,
Was always rain.

Each thing in life
I held as thread
Had only left me empty
And filled with dread.

With hints of confusion
That did surround my mind
Such a lonesome life
I once called mine.

My life before had been a dream
Not waking up without a scream.
I was no friend to the sunlight
Nor it's warm and kindly beam.

Each day I loathed,
Each day I wept.
No one to share
My sorrows kept.

And through each lie
That said "I'm fine."
Such a sadly life
I once called mine.

I don't want people to notice me, because I don't want them to realize that there's nothing there to be noticed.

Do you hear it? That sound.
That deafening sound.
That GHASTLY unnerving sound!
Is it the clock which mocks
Every last beat of my heart? No.
Is the sound a Shrill
A cry or moan?
A sound that I know
Well enough alone? No!
What is the sound
Which I must - I MUST drown?
Oh God in Heaven!
What is that unhindered noise?
Is there none to rid that horrid tone?
The tone which
Makes all madness known?
The sound that drives a good man mad
The noise that to my misery add?
What is the theme
That brings me to screams
But SILENCE?