ClosetArtist23

These shadows on the wall are the world, because they're all I've ever known. These bird house are homes, because they're the only place I've ever grown. These paths they claim untraveled, have already been walked upon. I fear the path that is my future, is a place someone has already gone.

Dear… Empty Such an unusual feeling Though a common one indeed So                                                                                                                                                                             vague So                                                                                                                                                                    consuming And for some of us unavoidable As if it was always meant to be. It happens at the most unusual of times There's never been a clear guideline; A room full of people, An empty space, The middle of the city, Or a desolate aband

I feel like a puzzle that's been torn apart and put back together one to many times. And each time I'm broken I come back in worse shape losing pieces along the way. I don't form a picture anymore just the jumbled pieces that are left behind. I found a way to survive by clinging to the frayed lost pieces that should have never connected in the first place, but they do. So here I am; a broken beaten belittled puzzle that doesn't make sense to those who look at me, but here none the less.

I have a million wishes A million dreams I'm not foolish enough however To believe they will all come true The trick to the world Is to have an insatiable desire To dare To dream To discover I can not be caged I can not be changed And I will survive So that I may Continue to dare Continue to dream Continue to discover

If I refuse to move forward and refrain from looking back Is there a hope in heaven I can escape the past

When I write it's not for gain Not for fortune nor for fame But to clear those troubling thoughts Things I wish I had forgot If those words found a life on paper Maybe my mind won't rattle these cappers   Words that are left unspoken won't rest until they're heard And left untouched they hurt much more then they're worth So I write in order to survive In hopes to save myself before I die From these unspoken words inside my mind

Forgiveness such an easy word to say But saying it and meaning it aren't exactly the same I know without a doubt exactly what you need Just as I know without a doubt what is expected of me The words are spoken and I've played my part Just know I didn't mean it I'm just master of the lying art So as you walk away with that smile on your face Just know that my words were just as fake

Shards of broken truth That I made with my hate As I gazed upon her With her twisted smile and dancing eyes They were not what I wanted But all that I got My creation was ugly Hidden behind the beauty Which others eyes flicked across But with my penetrating glare I saw the truth And I must say I hated myself

I sit beside my windowsill watching and listening to the skies tears. A cup of hot chocolate clutched in my hands eagerly excepting the faint warmth it creates, but although the world around me is chaotic with sound my mind is eerily calm. I cant help but think of the calm before the storm because I know soon enough my thoughts will be just as loud as the rain; in my head a constant patter that will deprive me of sleep and soon I will be the one shedding the tears and it will not only be my window pane streaked with water but my cheeks as well. And I will feel just as helpless as I do now knowing that no matter how much I wish it would chan