The fear of the unknown
is what keeps me bound
from the endless possibilities
and the deep wants within my soul.

As I stand shackled to the wall of conformity,
I dream of a life that exists just beyond my comfort zone,
but remains only a dream
because of…………….The Unknown

Sick of me
Sick of you
Sick of all
the things you do

All the abuse
All of the shame
I will, no longer,
take the blame

So pay close attention
To what I will say
All of this ends,
as of today

Actions from the heart,
Pain, regret, guilt and pure love…..
Have shown me the way.

My decisions reflect my deepest emotions.

Tis the story of I,
The girl with no heart.
The one who cared not,
Of the man in the dark.

In the darkness he stayed,
No one knew of his love.
A secret was kept,
As he prayed from above.

As he peered from the darkness
And out into light,
Putting fear in the eyes
Of the girl with no fight.

Now he stands alone,
With his feet in the sand.
His head held up high,
And my heart in his hand.

Tis the story of I
The girl with no heart…….

As the ink that spilled from my heart

Dries on the paper that was your love

I remember………it was invisible.

Let the ink on my tongue 
Write sweet nothings
All over your body.

Let the words describe
The passion that lives
Deep inside of me.

One kiss is all it would take.
With one kiss,
It is love we would make…… 

The tree of life has withered.

As I disappear
     into the shadows
          casted by the demons
               that prey on my soul………

I take with me the dreams of a life that could have been,
                   the memories of a life that was
                                        and
                   the anticipation of what will be 

Like the ashes
     that fall from the
          blackened skies

I am the product
     of a burning passion
          that hides between

       Good and Evil

Show me some love, some passion, some bliss.

Just show me something so I know I exist.

I dont need much. Just a hug or a kiss.

I just need something to prove it gets better than this.

An undercover angel
Looking for compassion left in this world
He wears his wings under his coat with his halo in his pocket
Every passerby ignoring his plea
His voice falling weaker upon those who carry doubt in their hearts
He stares up in despair
Arms heavy at his sides
Falls down to his knees
His love is stuck where hate resides

With every event that makes me sad
With all the shit that makes me mad
A wall is built with all the pain
Every brick, a walk down memory lane…..

Let it down is what they say
Don’t let it stay up another day
Open your mind, your heart, your soul
Give life a chance is what im told…..

Tear it down and make it last
Keep all of the bad in the past
As I do so its plain to see
It tumbles down on top of me…..

Just a girl…..

     Running through the woods
Looking for a way out…..
     Waiting for the other side
To show itself through the darkness…..
     Instead more troubles lie ahead
No signs of light through the eye…..

Just a girl am I….. 

She stands there and stares through everything and everyone that stands before her. As if she had discovered another world that no one can see. A world within the confines of her mind that holds all the answers to any questions shes ever had.

Her eyes begin to water. I can see a single tear forming on the outer corner of her eye. It sits there still, waiting for its owner to set it free. It patiently awaits that perfect moment to do its job and show the world the emotion behind its existence. Its purpose is a simple one but more important than anyone can comprehend. What emotion it holds, no one knows. Is she happy, sad, angry, confused or simply just amazed by what she discovered. 

She blinks. Her eyelashes kiss that tear goodbye as it makes its way down her rosy cheek. Leaving a trail behind that tells the story of her pain. As quickly as it fell it disappeared. She wipes it ever so softly with her fingertips. Her eyes open and she whispers softly into the wind……