“You can’t keep living backwards – Reminiscing on what was, And terrified to pursue What could be.”

I’ve become almost professional, at pushing the feelings aside, away, afar. It’s not hard at all, in fact, It’s a chore to feel anything at all.

Seasons change, With my heart along For the ride.

I love the idea of those Who sing in the car; Dance while they eat; Laugh at their own mistakes. I envy these people So in love with just existing.

Your Smile, that smile you beam From cheek to cheek, Has such a way of leaving me weak.

Don’t force yourself into crevices that are much too small For your big, wild heart.

The moon screams, “You’re running out of time,” But perhaps tomorrow is only A new beginning.

Maybe our story didn’t end the way we planned but, Neither did the beginning. Regardless, our story will remain as one of my fondest memories.

I’ve grown tired of playing the warrior In the battle between me And my demons.

It breaks my heart in half watching your spirit fall. So when the light is fading, can I be the one you call?

I truly believe that we amount to what we contribute to the world, But lately, everyone seems more concerned with taking.

I’m a little bit different And I can’t always admit it, But honestly I’m okay With sticking out. I might do things backwards – Without getting the facts first, But I need you to love me without a doubt.

You plant flowers In the darkest parts Of me, and then you bathe me in your light. Thank you for Helping me grow.

Follow the path that forces your soul to glow and your heart to shine through your eyes.

I’ve been trying to put the pieces of my puzzle back together but my hands are far too shaky to put my life in order.

I’ve been scratching at the surface trying to escape the darkness that calls me from below.

I threw up all my feelings for you – I couldn’t keep them down any longer; You taste like lies And it makes me sick.

Keep your eyes on the stars, and your feet on the ground.

Which is worse? the wolf who cries before eating the lamb or the wolf who does not.

Which is worse? the wolf who cries before eating the lamb or the wolf who does not.

Slavery is the next thing to hell.

We are a way for the cosmos to know itself.

Come to the woods, for here is rest. There is no repose like that of the green deep woods. Sleep in forgetfulness of all ill.

There is no fundamental difference between man and animals in their ability to feel pleasure and pain, happiness, and misery.

Wherever the bird with no feet flew, she found trees with no limbs.