Poem: The Dream

The shock of going to the woods alone never scared me.

To wonder the world without heartbreak gave me chills.

Now it is the only thing that lets me survive.

I stop looking for love when it came to me.

I thought it was all I needed to live.

Then it became all that I never wanted.

I chase a dream to only realize it was a nightmare.

This time it could not be cured by waking up.

I stop chasing that dream, and everything I wanted came alive.

Poem: Shatter

I look in the mirror and try to find out what do I see.

I do not know what it is, but it is not me.

The hurt in my eyes never left my soul.

Is this real I ask again?

The question is written on my soul, but the answer is nowhere to be found.

I tried to push through, but it only cuts even more deep.

I cannot see where to begin to heal, but I see how the soul ends.

The path to being me is one that is free from money, but it cost with the pain of me.

I try to push through, but each day the mirror just keeps breaking.

Maybe tomorrow it will just shatter and then we will see who is looking back at me.

Poem: Test

Fear is winning the battle that love lost.

The hope of being true has come at price of the head.

One that is too heavy to carry.

You think you have all the answers, but you always fail.

The cold nights have made for an even colder soul.

Lights do not show you anything that the darkness does not want to show.

You are where you begin time and time again.

This time the journey is one that sees no end.

The place you want is costing the battle that belongs to you.

This is not right, but the test just will not end.

When will you get it?

The thing that you desire but has not hope to see.

The question cannot be answered because you wrote the test.

Poem: My Life

My power is no longer my drive.

My will has can no longer carry me.

My hope is not my salvation.

My redemption has no praise.

My strength gets no applause.

My love has no life.

My life is gone.

My story shall never me told.

My world is everything, but me.

My ability is one that is not given.

My dreams never came true.

My wants are never for me.

My work will never be seen.

My silence is always heard.

My life is gone.

My soul has no story.

My freedom never came.

 My tears are filled with fear.

My life is gone.

This is my story.

Poem: Jump

The journey to the past is filled with desire for the future.

Everything is within site, but the reach is far too great to touch.

 This is the moment you take that jump.

The one that you may miss, but it is something that you are willing to take.

The cries are gone and somber of the world is now what drives you.

Will this be good enough?

There is no time to think.

You must go, and hope that you land in the place that holds your desires.

Jump!