The madness speaks to us everyday It's the voice we call the other Why ignore Is it the rage The insanity in you that runs through your veins No Its the known of your unknown

The curtain of deceit hangs With the veil of Hell, she gains Cloaked in disguise he tries To all but pass through time Frozen with ill will, The other’s anger threatens to spill Trapped...

Why am I here? I seem to tune out the world more and more… Why aren’t you near? I seem to push you away, Even when it hurts me to the core… Why can’t I live? The pressures of...

What’s on my mind? What are my thoughts? What is real? What is not? I’m not sure because I forgot. What time is it? What’s the time that it was? Questions. Questions. In...

There's no use for such a thing A string no thread A bird with no song to sing You've no wisdom to know the vastness of knowledge how to tall the papyrus reed will grow You've no understanding...

It's always the scariest thing they can think of Usually hidden, rarely they are right out in the open Society harbors fear of them Their variety and differences are almost mindboggling Some...

Strewn across a path so wide Lay fragments that aren't easily hidden A puzzle so complex and impromptu That we never are fully able to see it To each their own because we all possess it Is this...

Sometimes I need you Although old and weathered with age Your beginning and latter strength has no end. You’re experiencing better days I’m reminded of you as I gaze— At the twilight Whose...

Black like an endless abyss. Round and around you go. Inch deep or inches deep? Weave or swirl out, about. Branch you sit on, still. Deep space you conform in. Out and about, you are. One day...

I seek love only to find love’s illusion Like a wolf in sheep's clothing, I was lured to my own sacrifice Scared of what was to come But not seeing what was done What is left of me The shell of...

They say you should say what you mean and mean what you say. You can do both, but they won't hear you either way. They silenced the noise, but all we did was whisper. Hot off the press, it'd never be...

The snow melts on the ground as the cold air seeps under my window Traces of mist blotch my face as I listen to night sing its song A beautiful harmony of emotions that only the purest of minds...