..jus...

Feeling like..
Yeah like that...
Everytime..
Life happens im... being...
You know like..
Tested..too see
Just how far...
Is too far..
Or is there even..
A limit...to life
Or is that just it...
Shit happens...
Is there such thing as...
Stability...
Are there jus things that are..
Do things really run there course..
Or do we reach our limit..
Or do we jus do whats easy...
But whats to say for those..
Who actually live it..
Breath it... take it...

And how does this become choice...
If this is all you know..

Light

Glorious to be..
In such a new place..
Where life seems a lil easy..
Not easily...
But reality is becoming...
Like my fantasy...
And its all becoming clear to me...
Slowly but surly im coming..
Into me..
Breathing see...
Helpling me help me...
Finding out...
And seeing...
That being a human being...
Isnt all that bad...
Still alienistic...
But starting to recognizie...
This shell...
That call human...
Coming into my design...
What was made for me...
I can see.. can.. see..
More...
Still need more...
Gotta start somewhere...
Why not Here...

Plain and simple

I
Miss
You

Speaking

Speaking

I am afraid
Of What?
This pressure
That is constantly
Building up
To release
Is not a choice
Nothing can be done
Its done
All that can be
Left alone
Is all I want to
Be
Forced to go on
Without
Have to though
If not
Hurt is the only thing
That I am guaranteed
And a heart full of
What ifs
Sucha euphoric
Feeling when released
So I have heard but
Then again somethings
Arent ment for me
So slowly
I have too
Wean
Myself
From the bounds of is
Force
For it will never be forgotten
Hoping that it build again.

Tell

Touchin
Parts
That you never knew were there
Feeling
You
Without even knowing you location
Screaming
From
Apart of my soul only you can hear
Breathing
Only
The air that you transfer through the air
Hoping
For
Only the best for whats in store
Secretly
Wanting
You more then could ever be possible
Constanly
Qustioning
This insanity that runs inside for you
Never
Really
Wanting the feeling go away
Is
Afraid
That you will fly away from me

Writing

What is it to you
Too available
Not understandable
Nothing
Knowing that
My chamber
Is always open
For life
Never will it
Be dark
But really
What is it to you
But a tumble weed
That blows by
On a lonely day
But tis as commercialized
As the day of love
Or is of thee aquantanceship
As rare as the
Farest star
Thoughts of rarity
No need for knowing
For that is
Of the life
I love
Full of
Unread books
And unfinshed thoughts
Spoken

2009

Feelings..
Anger
Fustration
Control
Unable too
Hurt
Misunderstood
Not understanding
Pain
Unbearable
Keep
Feeling
Uncontrolable
Becoming
Disabled
Life
Light
Epiaphany
Feeling
Hope