Bouncing through the snow
pit, pit here I go
Crunching through the ice
snap, crack this is nice
Falling down my yard
Now I'm a snow covered bard

your eyes like maple syrup
light brown with golden hues
sweet & comforting
your lips like silk
a soft touch against my fingertips
seductive & smooth
your body like a fireplace
curled up into the heat you create
mesmerizing & fierce
you love like instrumental music
captures my heart in a trance of imperfect perfection
exhilarating & peaceful at once

this is why i didn't give up on you

He doesn't look handsome.
But he look beautiful.
He doesn't look like an angel.
But he do have those ring flying up on his head.
He doesn't look like a devil.
But i'm sure if there's a devil use black ripped jeans with awkward smile it would be him.

All I want is to be happy
For everyone to feel okay
But that's not the reality
The outlook looking grey

What does it mean
If life is so worthless
To escape the machine
We start to lose purpose

If people are willing
To just throw it all away
Because it's not fulfilling
Then why should I stay?

I am answered quickly
They come running
Knocking on my door already
Making sure the sun is shining

It's dark outside
The sky a work of art
I can no longer hide
As people warm my heart

Hope is the smooth, clear blue sky above us.
Reality is the rocky, dusty dirt path beneath us.
We live somewhere in between,
Striving for something fulfilling,
Seeking guidance in trees of distraction,
At times suffocated by the murky air of despair.

But then we remember to look up
And gather strength from that undisturbed sea of blue,
Feeling warm bright rays of comfort.
Life is no longer foggy -
At least for the moment.

Do not wait for things to happen
Get at it and take action
Be the one with that extra fire
Fulfill your world with satisfaction
Make your spirits bright
Continue to climb that ladder
You have the knowledge and ability
To make your vision sharper

The history of mankind
Is a history full of repeated injuries
Without a soul
Some of us stopping living
Quite a time ago

Even if you despise society
Perhaps your own generation as well
Time cannot help but to glorify the past

All of us should know
While waiting for the right moment
The world doesn't pause

Nor should we
Life progresses forward
With or without us

I no longer feel whole,

for I am hollow

Pleading-but emotions dry and crumble

The path I once chased vanished from sight

Affection is viewed as a bothersome nuisance

They all turned and walked away.

I stood there rooted to the spot.

Shock numbed my body permanently.

I have been shunned.

Were they consumed by hate?

Memories of hope rewrote themselves as moments of brokenness.

The ones loved-

Faded and I've been

externally ERASED.