Oh fallen flower, how your colour burns more brightly ensconced upon this  weathered pew.  Fate, it seems has brought you to this resting place to soften its callus surface. Though your time left upon this crag is fleeting, your place is here and now.


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Sleep is a beautiful thing, sadly I can't ever get enough of it
She seems so close, yet she is always just out of reach
She taunts me gloating of how heavenly she is, torturing me
Others can easily get to her while people like me struggle for even the smallest of touches
She only appears when she isn't needed
In my classes, during practice and when I need to go out
Then and only then does she grip me tightly not willing to let me go
She knows what she's doing and yet she won't stop
Yet still when I need her most she disappears
So sleep child and leave your fears behind you
Create a world of your own design
Live and thrive there
Let it become your own, because when you grow
Your monsters will follow you and sleep will abandon you

Why can’t I write?
Like I once did before,
Tragedy and remedy.
Wrapped up simply yet in a hoard,
What bounding breaks of wording.
Make truth simply desired not abhorred,
When words of life are ever fleeting.
A desire of wanting the same but more.

sometimes I wish,
i could be up in the clouds
looking down on my friends
watching the crowds.

sometimes I wish,
i could know what it's like
to be in a world
that's not full of spite.

so that's why I wish,
i was up in the clouds
looking down on my friends
watching the crowds.

so that's why I wish,
i could just be me
in a field of cotton white
with the feeling of being free.

sometimes I wish,
life was more fleeting
no more sadness
just a happy greeting.

and lastly I wish,
that fate will go my way
just so that i can smile
and feel like thriving everyday.