I've been feeling trapped inside of "love"
Praying to the gods up above
That there be some sort of way to escape
I'm simply determined this is just no longer our fate
I catch myself constantly dreaming to be at peace
To finally be released from this overwhelming misery
Its like the core of my being has been stunted to grow
And I'm not sure you are ever going to let this one go
The thought terrifies me to cause another human pain
But I can't wait to find myself again someday sane
My pitted stomach is sickened by these everyday games
And I'm trying to somehow break away from the chains
Each day I cry knowing that departure will **** you
Wondering if you'll ever even begin to believe it's true
What is it going to take
Another saddened heartache
I just wish it didn't have to be me
But I'm a bird that needs to be set free

Dead girl walking...
Moseying around the grounds,
Eyes looking dark and dim,
Sunken in,
Kamikaze stare,
Pale face with a pasted on scowl.

Dead girl walking...
Nobody gives a hoot or a howl.
Leave it to nature
She's just a grim creature,
Wallowing underground,
Screaming inside,
Death decay.

Dead girl walking...
Soul lost in wander.
She measures days by minutes,
While infinite time remains.
Daylight masks the pain away,
As the sun beats rays upon the fatal scars.

Dead girl walking...
Morbid dreams vivid to touch.
Nightfall sheds the veil,
Where hidden truths lie behind the surface,
Until the fierce linear of rhythm
Wakes to the dark power of moonlight.

Dead girl walking...
Spirit laid out in sacrifice,
Down in the trench,
Eternity waits,
Only to be succumbed,
Among the wavelength of the living.

You know poetry is your life
when you initially wake
and you're already in a conditioned mind state
reciting lines in your head

You know poetry is your life
when you go to bed
and rhymes are drifting you
away into a sleeping state

You know poetry is your life
when you are driving along
and you suddenly pull over
just to scribble down some narrative thoughts

You know poetry is your life
when you are at work
and you refrain from doing your job
just so you can jot down some formal expression

You know poetry is your life
when you are reading the mail
and even names and numbers
inspire a distinctive phrase

You know poetry is your life
when thy words of choice
become rapid fluency
and part of the Shakespearean language

You know poetry is your life
when random collections seamlessly take over
and are scattered everywhere
from journals, to loose papers, hard drives, & accumulating memory

You know poetry is your life
when you begin to realize
and everyday you must traditionally release
the spoken word writes to its divine legacy

You know poetry is your life
when you are typing away
and all of a sudden,
you lose your precious work
yet you can still retrieve the files
from one's own mental database

Poetry is your life
Life is your poetry
Whether you live a good one
Whether you live a bad one
Poetry is real
Poetry is fake
What is it really?
What is it not?

Poetry is your life
A therapeutical salvation
Cycle through the emotional manifestation
Peddle away from the soul's padlock
A spiraling staircase that leads you to freedom
The universal process of exhibiting experience
It's a divine intervention
Revelations of truth and discovery
Creating artful expression of one's existence
You know poetry is your life

My body is overwhelmed with a deep gut wrenching feeling
One that sickens your motivation and nauseates the core of your soul.
I know I made the wrong mistakes
Flipped, turned the page without even reading what the story entailed
Wish I wouldn't have turned that book in
Its been checked out by another and who knows if it'll ever be returned.

It's one of those feelings, the kind that leaves you catatonic
Things don't make sense and I'm losing consciousness at elevated peaks
Reality is a karmic reminder which feeds me to a daily treat
Stuffing me with flashbacks of all the wrongs where I knew it was right

I'd like to say "this too shall pass" but it hasn't and I'm not sure it ever will
Its been years, feeling like a lifetime
This burden has burrowed into my heart
Leaving traces of you, leaving remnants of what was once created

This burning desire remains at stake
If it's going to live within me forever
Tall tale sign of regret,
Please, someone throw some water on me
As if it were a baptism
Wake me up and release the chemicals that drown me into this lake of fire

Two soul's growing together
Yet growing so far apart
Who could've,
Who would've thought.

They say love is blind
But what is worse,
Is being blinded by love.

I once knew you,
I once adored you,
Now, I do not know you
I despise you
I do not know
Who we were

Love is blind
Love is not kind
I now say
I am sorry, my friend
Every fairy tale must end

Whether good or bad
Happy or sad
We shall grow together
By growing apart.

It seems lately as if every reply
Is "Oh, I'm just living the dream."
Its been heard so many times
That it's really got me thinking
"If all that we see or seem is a dream within a dream.,"
Then this whole coincidence is just what it seems

Time to change the tune
Loud and clear
Walk to the beat of a different drum
Rise and shine
Take control
Raise awareness
Let go of our fears
Close off the dark
With each waking moment
Open our consciousness to the light

No more over sleeping
No more over thinking
Daily reminders set, until the alarm beeps
Routinely strengthen the mindset
See the birdie, know it's part of the dream
See the numbers, know it's part of the dream
Hear the song, know it's part of the dream

Understanding is knowing
Knowing is Awakening
Awakening is living
Living is life
"Life is a dream, realize it."

"I am living the dream."