Rumor has it
I was wrong,
it was me who ****** up,
you were right all along.

I couldn't help it though,
you should've known,
those words weren't from me,
I was lost and alone.

I cried no tears,
they wouldn't come out,
just shook and screamed,
did you hear me shout?

I know it's too late
for you to want to understand,
but maybe in the future
you'll take back my hand.

if you think about it,
clouds are just like people —

they move around slowly,
carrying all of this weight on
their shoulders until finally,
they get sad and turn grey and
drench us with the feelings
they've been holding back.

sometimes, however, i think
that i would rather be a cloud
than a person because clouds
aren't afraid to show people
their emotions —

they cry;
for minutes, for hours,
sometimes for days,
but they are not scared
or embarrassed. they are not
afraid to tell others exactly
how they are feeling —

maybe that is why there
is always sun after the storm.

whispers of mauve shadows concealed by a tinted haze of amber colored macaroni.
sometimes I glance towards the east and  my rocking chair creaks and until my ambitions and dreams have evolved into an Ameoba of intelligence, the table is still set for ambitioned dance

The last time I noticed I was alone,
the jester yawned beside the throne.


Then wisdom drained in pouring rain, the kind that causes peculiar pain.
I closed my eyes and dreamed a dream
that gravity had changed its mind
and threw the ones who strive to fly into the freedom of the sky.

But...
those who chained themselves to gods,
some made of words and gold,
were fastened closely to the ground by pride and all they chose to hold.
Then all the thoughts and actions built around my shadow like a tomb,
began to sing a humble song, like voices from a patient womb.

So here I'll stand and wait in wonder as the voices still persist,
until the time will come when I can understand how to exist .

I don't know what is right,
I don't know what is wrong,
how much should I fight,
should I stretch it out long?

You left me here,
out on this limb,
all full of fear,
my walls are closing in.

Do you want me to fight,
is that what you need,
because I will with all my might,
or will you pay me no heed?