When do broken hearts mend?
When does the pain end?
When is the time to start to love again?
Matters of the heart do not follow timelines or trends
When you feel ready it is fine
Love is patient
Love is kind, keep that in mind as you begin again
My friend when you find a love that is true
You will discover someone that appreciates the treasure that is uniquely you!

Surrender, and release
feelings you've pushed away.
Free yourself of the feelings
you have been keeping at bay.

What you resist, persists
so accept whats inside
Because its all a part of you
It makes you feel alive

Feelings of sadness,
jealousy,
and hate.
There there to teach you
so that you can learn to appreciate
Love
happiness
All unconditionally
The love of life is in the air that we breath

Surrender, and release
that which your are afraid
know they all come from within
Your own divine gate

The depth of pain he's feeling can't be described.
He walks the halls alone with no one by his side.
He's slammed into a locker or punched in the face.
There's nowhere to escape in this scholarly place.

He walks home burning.  
His world has stopped turning. His heart holds a yearning.  
His stomach is churning.

He goes into his dad's room to look under the bed.
The colors in his mind swirl a ****** red.
He grabs the gun and begins to plan their demise.
For once he'd like to see the fear of God in their eyes.

He slowly walks to school.
He won't be anyone's fool.
His bag holds revenge's tool.
They'll stop whipping the mule.

When he walks through the door everything goes black.
He blindly squeezes the trigger during his insane attack.
The screams and pain around him don't reach his ears.
When the bullets run out his eyes begin to stream tears.

He drops to the cold floor.
Did he cause this gore?
His soul spills from his core.
He's wide awake once more.

Later that day he sits alone in a cramped cell.
He already knows that he's been ****** to hell.
He wishes that he could change the fury he showed.
But he was a ticking time bomb ready to explode.

He prays for his soul.
This was never the goal.
He's dug his own hole.
He hears the bell toll.

I wish I could call you and tell you how the feeling remains...

How almost two years later I still have lingering dreams...

How up on that hill top I find myself lost...

And all that I can recall is how you feint disinterest but even apart still played on my desires

You never looked more beautiful to me then in separation beneath the fireworks light...

I recall how the trip home seemed shorter somehow and how even days after I would still reminisce...

The truth is that I still miss you but I just can't bring myself to say

Too afraid I suppose..
That maybe you don't feel the same

So with my heart in my hands I bid fare thee well. Good bye my friend...

May your hopes and dreams be fulfilled

A secret or two, they’re not easy to see,
a secret or two of the real me.
In my defense I’m not to blame
for these secrets of lust and secrets of shame.
Proceed with caution, don’t be misled;
the girl you currently see before your eyes is dead.
Though smiling and polite,
no one would guess what happens at night.
Dr. Jeckell, call me Mrs. Hyde;
why don’t you step right inside
to my one woman show;
these demons bring my body to an all time low.

I long....
I long for all the things you said
I never promised you anything, never made plans
But you did.

You filled my head up
With those artificial pieces of memory never made
With all those erratic and untouchable fantasies
The ones I still see in my head, you know
The ones that are still part of what I want, of what I am
The same ones you seem to share not so subtly with another
When I always thought they were ours
Not perfect, not right now, not the most important by far
Not even real, but ours
Yours and mine
Together

As if that means anything to you