Images...

Moments...pictures in time...
I can't erase them from my mind...
Thoughts, sights, feelings and sounds...
Things that can't be lost and never found....
Images.....

There are days I wish I could forget...
So many things I would just let...
Slip away, never remembered again....
Because I could move on, without them...
Images....

I am the sum of all my parts...
Even those locked within the heart....
Things that can't be talked about....
Things within and things without....
Images....

Heavily Broken

For every one protected...
There's a million you won't touch...
You can spend your whole life trying...
And not accomplish much....

For every one that you take on...
Two more will be sent...
You can spend your whole life trying...
And not even make a dent...

Human to human, soul to soul...
Yet somehow most don't care....
Have we become accustom to it...
That reality is just unfair....

And in this moment of recognition...
I have a feeling that can't be spoken...
Seeing those I can't make a difference for...
It leaves me...heavily broken....

Just Enough...

Just enough memories least I forget...
Who I am, and where I'm from....
Enough adversity to give me strength....
To learn from and to overcome....

Just enough heart ache to see the beauty...
That lies deep within it in the soul....
Enough love to taste and feel...
A missing part that's never quite whole...

Just enough sorrow to create a void...
And from it treasure everything a little more...
The quiet moments, the unspeakable things...
Just enough peace to recognize the war....

Just enough sanity to keep me hanging on...
And enough courage to finally let go...
Enough intelligence to understand...
That I am all that I really know...

And If I could choose every last thing...
I don't think I would ask for much....
For I know enough to know what I need....
And all I need is....just enough....

The Knowledge Of Good And Evil

The knowledge of good and evil....
Placed here in my hands...
But knowledge without understanding...
Is like a castle built of sand....

With the horizon slowing dimming...
And dark clouds beginning to gather...
Soon this castle built of sand...
Will no longer matter....

The rains will come down upon it...
And wash all these walls away....
Walls that took so long to build...
Walls without the strength to stay....

The knowledge of good and evil....
Engraved upon my heart...
But knowledge without reason....
Will only fall apart....

Moments Of Prose...

I fear that I've seen way too much,
For just one soul...
The burdens of many placed in my heart,
So many people who's paths I've touched,
They lost control...
Their mistakes caused because of me..
Simply for me...just one soul

I return to my path where I walk alone,
Towards a home I do not have...
The home I do not seek to have...
The home I've yet to find...
The home I shall not find for my soul...

I follow this path...my journey unknown,
This path way that leads me on...
The journey through my soul...
And the souls of all the others fallen
I am stained with their blame and accept it.

Wounded again, quietly I sigh...
Please just let me rest tonight...
I fear that I've seen too much...

Walking beneath a darkened sky,
My breath freezes from the cold...
For just one soul, I've seen too much...
And I'm not sure I can see much longer...
Not sure I can breathe much longer...
Not sure what the point is of too much...
For just one soul.

My Hometown

It's not that I'm searching and cannot find it...
It's just there is no place that calls me back...
With fond memories and happy thoughts...
These feelings...I guess...I lack...

My home is where I rest my head,
And rarely ever the same place,
Nothing to go back to, nothing I miss...
And for this, I feel no disgrace.

I'd rather be a free spirit...
Then chained down by lock and key...
You look at me with puzzled eyes...
For behind those bars, you just can't see.

I can't miss something I never had...
And it really is not bringing me down...
I'm doing great, living life my way...
I have no need for a hometown.

Laid To Rest - With Regret and Relief

'Tis the very first day of my eighteenth year...
With regret and relief, I am finally here.
There are tears of sorrow, and tears of peace...
And though conflicted, my soul is released.

To go back and change things, I wish I could...
But, if it took going back, I know I never would...
A little girl is laid to rest, I place flowers beside her bed.
I stroke her face and tell her all the words that were never said.
'Tis a dark daunting path ahead and 'tis difficult to see.
And only a whisper voices these thoughts that arise in me.
My faltering feet my lack the courage and wish to never dare,
To tread upon this unsure ground, but, somehow I'll make it there.
'Tis the very first day, the very first hour, Of my one and only eighteenth year...
It shall only come once and never again, With regret and relief...I am here.

Apologies Without Cures

I think I finally got it...
I think I found my answer...
I think for once in my life-
The picture's finally clear.

How can I put this...
You really put me on well...
And I never thought that-
I'd be left standing here.

So, tell me what happens...
When the best of intentions...
And all of your promises-
Fail to endure.

Tell me where to go when...
The one that I trusted...
The one that I believed in-
Does not have the cure.

I think I broke my own heart...
When I saw the real you...
It shattered into pieces-
By my very own hands.

You told me to keep running...
You told me not to look back...
But, I had to see it-
I didn't understand.

I think I finally got it...
I think I found my answer...
And when I saw the truth I...
I had to look away.

I guess I finally got it....
Now, I have my answer...
And I broke my own heart...
Today...