A pale sunset touching the horizon blissfully chasing away the time, the past, the moment relishing the things which stay holding in a glimpse of memory even if only for a while we lay low inside it all captured in nature's smile
A brief moment of beauty quickly passes through life's face with visions of a forever dancing pure with humble grace A moment of innocent conversation beginning with a smile holds intent to the very end allowing a dream to press on for a while Growth in the arms of intellect an ability to rise falls deep into a prayer of the one who is most wise Stumbling into the arms of God an earthly body stills but up above living on in the rolling heavenly hills
What's the purpose of going to a party that you didn't want to go to just to steal some kid's parents Bacardi What's the purpose of taking a shot too many you didn't even want to be here so why does the room keep spinning What's the purpose of drinking to not remember black out drunk on some one's lawn in the middle of September What's the purpose of stumbling to find the keys to the car your parents bought you when you turned seventeen What's the purpose of starting the ignition eyes can't focus on the road trying to get home to avoid the tension What's the purpose of pressing on the gas to only get a little down the road before waking up covered in glass What's the purpose of killing a girl and her mother just because you wanted to drive giving death the right to smother What's the purpose of regretting this all later you didn't even want to go but you became a statistic of something greater
A backdrop of nightfall and a horizon at bay darkness clustered behind me pulling me away I know where to go but the past is so appealing It's hard to know where to turn If I go based on what I'm feeling My mind is so driven but I know not what I want do I go with what's right or everything I've longed for and sought I may never know where to go or who to be but maybe one day I'll be the girl I've been longing for people to see
Don't cry because he told you that he doesn't feel the same Don't cry because he told you that you're not worth kissing in the rain Don't cry because he told you caring how you look makes you vain Don't cry because he told you your life won't lead to any gain Cry because you told yourself people will never feel the same Cry because you told yourself not to see happiness in the rain Cry because you told yourself caring is just for the insane Cry because you told yourself your life won't be to others any gain Smile because you're you no matter what anyone thinks Smile because greatness isn't based on life's mistakes
Depression hurts quite badly some may say but what they don't realize is its tendency to stay Depression sinks in from your core to your soul running poison through your body taking your ability to feel whole It starts by stealing your mind your memories and thoughts hiding them deep in silence guarded by a fight that can't be fought Next it grabs your heart implants itself in the chambers takes its knife and twists it in you putting your love and blood in danger Now it's almost finished consuming your parts one by one until you are nothing more Oh look, it's finally done.
Life happens People go and change Fly away to other dimensions where they can maybe start to grow Life happens transformation's coming near near to yourself and others to a place you hold so dear Life happens places change and people grow but no matter where you are in life make sure to enjoy the show
Wings of hope carry me through a cloudy night and a rainy morning; lifting me to the face of a bright sunrise, elegantly warming my skin against the darkness of before.
It's you again standing like a shadow in the night creeping into my heart like a criminal hunting for possessions dragging me under like you forgot about my need for air trapping me in your thoughts like i had none your words like razor blades cutting my body as if it were paper all while pulling me close giving no opportunity for escape a faint whisper in my ear "Shh.Everything's okay"
Plain paper stares back one just like the rest and it takes a special kind to know which words fit it best. Inked words swirl the page guiding one's troubled soul away; written by a wise mind who brought their ideas out to stay. It takes a special kind of person with a very interesting mind, to take blocked letters on a page and carry you to the other side of time.