And why is it
That all I see is bad
Why must it be
That there isn't any good
Is it so, that my hate
Is greater than yours?
I pass judgement
Without sharing connotation
My hate is my own and it is so heavy
I must give it away
I will force it on you
I must force it on you
All things bad and wrong and immoral
I see them as the few truths that exist
AND THEREFORE
MY HATE
IS BETTER THAN YOURS!

Time gives way to the breeze
The beautiful day
Life gives way to the moon
And forever the stars
The universe unfurl
Time will unfold
You will be there
I hope

Close your eyes and realize
Realize the evolution abstract
Understand the deeper meaning of fact
Shut your lips and open your ears
While they rip, examine your fears
Know that it's all the same
Lives come and go, like falling drops of rain
Like leaves turn into dirt
Like a song is eventually drowned out by another
Like a flash of lightning who's ghost breaks into the other side.
And even then, blinked out of existence
Time is static
What is will always be
What won't will not
Birth, death, and whatever's in between
Are simply measurements of confusion
Along with facts
Along with falseness
Remember that if I was here
I always will be
Remember that if I wasn't
I will never be

okay,
Perfectly okay
     your words

so sweetly in my ear
close by my side,
     so close

so far,
were these arms wings
I would fly to you
     playing love by ear,

we're scared stiff
but we'll be perfectly okay,
     okay?

My pillow smells like sneaking in,
past midnight, making you tiptoe to my bed.

Your cologne smells like my pillow,
the night when all we did was cuddle and tell stories.

Blue sweatshirts smell like your cologne
that time we drove all the way to Chicago to watch the sunrise.

Late night walks smell like your blue sweatshirt
on the night we walked 7 miles to the bonfire.

Summer smells like late night walks
and I go on those all the time.




*With or without you; You're everywhere I go and you're everything I feel.

reading a few simple words
feels much more like a piece of me crumbling
than i ever knew
was possible
i should find the bright side
love is not for me
it is for you
i am glad you are happy

Sometimes I ask my head,
What exactly is my role,
It replies rather bluntly,
How do I know, Go ask your soul.

So I say to my soul,
Why am I here, What is my goal,
Silence, Nothing but deep dark silence,
One that could pierce the heart, Create a hole.

You're asking the wrong question,
Said my faithful heart(with a hole),
Search for the right question, Instead of the wrong answer,
Maybe then you'll know where to go, Your path,

Maybe I should set out on a journey,
But i stay where I am, comfortable and bored,
What's the use, Each day brings a new question,
A new dilemna, Just begging to be explored,


You listen to me, and you listen to me good,
A little voice inside of me says,
Keep looking for answers, If time is all you have to waste,
Be strong, Move on, Don't get lost in this maze,

So I move forward, No time to look back,
With this voice guiding me always,
For once i have a clear conscience,
Long forgotten is that part of my life, that phase,

Its a carefree world now,
No more questions,
Except for one,

"Who are you, little voice, What's your name?",

"I am not one,but three,
For one cannot rule your world,
I am Your Head, Your Heart and Your Soul,
And the only reason we spoke out as one,
Was for you to understand,
Life is a vicious circle, a sadistic game,
You already knew the question, You already had the answer,
For more things change, More they remain the same."