A hitchhiker on an ended road,
Trees and mountains fall and fold,
Rivers, streams and sky are sold
Everything once young; must turn old

It is not sweet, it is not happy
There are tears, there are many.
From the road I wish to carry
Many things, but I can’t bring any,

Everything from here is out of sight,
It may be black or blinding light,
It might be weak, it might be might,
Or just a break, or the end

All the people I didn’t love enough,
Have vanished now in a puff,
When I need them more than blood and guts,
They I cannot see or hope to touch

Dear blue eyed one
I'm lost at sea
Yet no one need
Come look for me
I've found myself
Beneath the waves
So here I'll rest
In ocean caves

Introduce me to the shadows
I'm not afraid of the dark


Teach me to love the animal
not to run from it's bark


walk with me in the rain
without sheltering me more


let me fly upon on your wings
lead me to freedom, don't close the door


hold my hand
don't chain my soul


I have a spirit
don't touch it's controls


love me for who I am
not for who I may become


show me tomorrow
allow me to feel the sun


don't try to save me
or spare me pain


teach me I'm strong enough
to survive the stormy rain


I wasn't searching for a hero
to make my life complete


or someone to shelter me
when life has me beat


I was looking for love
don't bury it in your need


you need to feel superior
walk beside.. dont lead


For with your support
I can withstand the pain


and yet if you shelter me
I'll never learn to enjoy the rain

Five leaves cup a tender flower,
petals layered over petals; deep
inside, seedlings not yet conceived
are protected by the blanket
of crimson velvet, reminiscent
of a vellux quilt: Perfection
that begs to be touched.

A sharp needle in the finger;
and a deep red liquid blossoms.
The same color grows from stem
and wound. The edges of the silken
petals curl back. Red matures,
rusts to black, breaking up --

What has happened?

You scissored the stem, changed
the water each day, crushed
the aspirin, just like Grandma said;
still, the last petals are floating
to the ground; the leaves droop
over the cracked glass table:
Only the thorns remain.

So breaks the sun earth's rugged chains,
      Wherein rude winter bound her veins;
So grows both stream and source of price,
      That lately fettered were with ice.
So naked trees get crisped heads,
      And colored coats the roughest meads,
And all get vigor, youth, and spright,
      That are but looked on by his light.

Happiness is not far; yet not too close
The wind whips by, like a chilling ghost
Every thought and every action stands idly by
Until the violent rupture stares me in the eye.

Happiness teases in the most displeasing way
It tricks and alludes in all the common ways
Although your eyes; they cannot see
For it deceives, both you and me

Happiness is a fallacy; this is all that is true
You cannot depend, on anyone but you
You mustn't cry at the alterations
Focus only on, your narration.

You were born with potential.
No one was in your way.
Courage.
Strength.

Why now are you holding back?
You're far to incredible.
Did that popular girl say something mean?

I can't do anything.
You have to realize on your own.
Who you are is completely incredible.
Why don't you let her come out for a while?

The ones that are worth it won't leave you.
They will only love you that much more.
Lovely, don't be afraid of this world.
It's here to scare you.
Step away and realize you're much better.