All I Can

All I can

I’ve taken all I can take

The bones I have, the bones that break

And it’s all just come and gone

And I’m barely holding on

I’ve lost all I could lose

The heart that was, the heart has bruised

And the songs gone out of tune

I wish to God it weren’t so soon

Cause the moments got away

And I’m chasin’ for some other way

I can have my happy end

That you won’t leave, my only friend

Everyone is an artist, the only difference is one puts their heart on paper.

A poet's soul

Something beautiful 

Something only few understand

Something born from seeing pain, seeing beauty, seeing everything.

An artist’s soul

Something unique

Something never spoken

Something born from feeling pain, feeling beauty, feeling everything.

What we can take from dreams

When I dream I can sometimes change something into something else, merely because I wish it. I can make a moose, a deer, or a plane out of thin air. If only I close my eyes and wish harder. The monsters don’t always leave but when they come a clawing. I reach out my hands and believe that though I hadn’t ever before, I can use the wind as my weapon and bash it straight into the floor. When I open my eyes it has happen, because I expected nothing else. I believed in my power so fully, that failing just wouldn’t make sense. And each time the monsters grew stronger and bigger than mammoths or whales, I just squeezed shut my eyes and let my belief grow in size, until it burst out and became something real. The enemies don’t shrink, but each time I fall, I just think. I’ll believe it until it is done. If it don’t work at first, I just clench my fists and believe harder, until I am commanding that very thing into existence.

Limit.

Less. 

Less than all you’ve hoped for.

Limited in all but let downs.

Limitless.

I’ll reach farther than ever before.

Nothing less than the stars for me.

I’m leaving behind the limits that doubt and fear create.

My dreams and aspirations are more than the obstacles they make.

I’m more than my insecurities.

I’m more than all I am.

I’m more than what you see of me.

I’m more than the river I’ve swam.

Who thought a flower could look so small in my hands

That rocks could tumble and fall

That the world melts into fountain of shifting shadows

When your skin begins to crawl.

Words tumble from your lips in scattered puzzle pieces

And I’m lost again in the violence of thought

That starless sky awaits my lonely return

Return to solitude, return to sender, return to my home

It is a house of forgotten miracles

Memories cursed to disappear

It is my past and future

It is the demon that chases my across the stars

It holds my hope and dreams in a net across its shoulder

Dangles them in front now and then

This is the house that I died in yesterday

And the house I will die in tomorrow

Cause I have been dying in there for quite some time now

Alone in the darkness

I am trapped there,

And each door Death awaits

Why do I open the doors?

I should stop.

But I don’t because an ember is not dead, 

Not yet

It remains alive through the years of smothering and starvation

So stubborn I wish it would leave

It hurts

It burns

But they say it’s good

They say it keeps me from giving up…

And I hate them all the more.

Would you give me a moment to think 

To feel

To spend one moment right here.

Cause this world’s blinding, it’s just anger and fighting

And I’m losing myself to the smoke.

Cause I’m taking all the hits that aren’t meant for me

But no one runs to help me cause I’m falling suddenly.

I’m lost, they lost me, and I’m running out of time

The walls are filling up with filth and grime.

I’m no longer clean, a dark stain on the wall

I need help desperately but too anxious to call.

This is all a dream, I need this to be a dream

So I can wake up and finally stop my endless scream.

I died last night and now live in a blur

My only friend, the mind’s dark whisperer.

Where is thy faith young wanderer?

You trust yourself, like a mouse trusts a snake.