When a storm musters around you and the world is breaking beneath you, what do you do? You become an empty shell, no feelings no problems. But like all shells, you too must crack. All the feelings, all the pain, an infliction from your past, crashes in fast. You cry, laugh, and want to die. Somedays you won't want to get up, others, you won't want to breath. Because the thing with change in chaos, is nothing changes, it is a vicious cycle, and that's just how it is. Trust me, I know.

My life is a void, it feels as though I'm just here to fill an extra space in time. I walk but i miss the smell of blooming poppy flowers, the sound of the morning birds, and worst of all i can't feel you. Your glimmering eyes shine like the morning stars, your skin kissed by the shining sun. All these words are all i have to truly feel. You sit each day to read a book by the nice oak table, drinking coffee i wish to taste just to feel some warmth. I sit here day by day hoping to say hello, but each day passes waiting for tomorrow. So day by day I'll fill this void until you wash my sorrow.

You will not yet now the wisdom I for tell

for it is an infant you shall be

for life will not be easy it will not be nice and swell

Cherish those around you for there life may flee

For life will not be easy it will not be nice and swell

Never stop your smiling 

Remember each day, sound, and smell

You will learn the value of these silly things

For Life will not be easy it will not be nice and swell

Your Daddy will soon be gone

Make sure this time you get to say farewell

For death lasts for a time very long

For life will not be easy it will not be nice and swell

Don't stuff down those icky feelings

Just let those tears you have fill the well

I know it is hard but you are loved and that has meaning

The land of dreams is extra ordinary. When up is down an down is up, no uttered word is necessary. For you are me and I am you my love is your love my pain you too will feel. Yet, its not all happy times for a jail it can become, when closed off to the darkest minds the land no longer prospers fun. Scary thoughts you dare not think, will come to life in vivid ink. In this world there is no daring knight who saves, it is only consciousness tugging from your sleepy grave. Not all residents in the land of dreams are slaved to these scary things. Some treat this land as a safe house from there life, from stress, abuse, and the common household strife. They paint a world in which they rather live. Some filled with love and others just with people who forgive. For our dreams are individually our own, Depicted by our emotions and ours alone. It represents things not said. Things we think only in our head. But when we wake, these thoughts will soon fade for only tales that tell of fate will remain in the concious world that we evade.

I sit to write in the quite of night

Im my hand a pen awakes to the color of life

It takes control, a will of which i cannot fight

It expresses the true creative strife

With every flick and line

I see a world form, a world of love and peace

the pen itself created a world divine

With every word my thoughts begin to cease

A land forms before me

A land completely my own

Now that i let my pen's will free

The true colors of literacy have shown

Trees begin to form among

creatures, none alike

and birds begin there vivid song

My pen has given me view into the light

What words can do 

To the mind of the free

is elegant to say a few

This story i have told must stay between me and you