Dear fragile soul

You are not meant to understand

There are plently things you will never know

You will fall, you will win

There are times you will fail before you even begin

Days will hurt

You will run

As hard as it is

There will be fun

And you will love

you will lose

the skies will be grey and blue

beyond the edges of this vast world

endless at that

you will be loved for real

if you can only learn how to feel

the answers are not all there

you cannot solve every riddle

Walk this soil full of that burning desire

and that heart you guard,

someday you’ll learn to share

let that sunlight warm the parts of you that hide

there’s hope out there waiting

but mostly it’s inside




Don’t tell me there is no such thing as miracles,

I can feel my own heart beating.

Don’t say I wasn’t created,

My body is a perfect machine.

Don’t tell me there is nothing to believe in.

For breathing isn’t easy.

And don’t say there is nothing to live for.

My mind is my own best friend.

And when it finally goes,

these vibrant thoughts will still live on.

I will create until the end of time.

Even when I cannot share my words,

I will carry on those memories.

The ones that never die.


Because aren’t we all just characters

in the same big story,

finding our way

towards our happy ending?

And if today isn’t what you imagined

there’s always tomorrow,

or the next chapter.

If your dreams are as tall

as the buildings you admire.

And the edge of your imagination

soars along mountaintops.

You’ll never know limits,

you can have anything you desire.

So live in today boldly,

see yourself in all your dreams.

There’s infinite things waiting

to captivate and inspire

and only you can create the ending.


That fiery path towards inconceivable incubus is conquerable in time

Undeniably so, the hindrance is strong

Repreive in knowing that magic is waiting to surprise

The heroine must prepare to stumble, even blindly, towards victory

The reparation can be slow

Amidst the facades will be waiting, your prize



You wish for the sun
But run at the first sign of light
You live in the rain
Maybe it hides the pain
You insist it’s what’s best
But the grey takes over your days
If what you say is what should be
Why are your dreams such a haze
You’ve felt what it’s like to fly
Yet cannot use your wings
And if life is simply just passing you by
Will you listen to the song that your heart sings

Blue Rusted Breeze


I like to close my eyes and swallow up the wind
As I sit on the edge of what used to be and what’s about to begin
Let the rain fall and wash away
All that came before this day
Hurricanes won’t cloud this dream
I’m floating on a moonbeam
Sun rays shining through
Above and beyond
In the blink of an eye, it will be
You’ll see,
I’m holding out for everything brand new



Rise early
Before the trill of the alarm reaches my ears
Just in time to see the sun
Reflecting its light
building shadows through trees onto the bright white snow
Notice the still simplicity of morning
And my body adjusting accordingly
There’s work to be done
Countless steps
For now I breathe and relish the world in this state
I am here to make the most of another day

Days of Future Past


Now I am quietly waiting for
the catastrophe of my personality
to seem beautiful again,
and interesting, and modern.

The country is grey and
brown and white in trees,
snows and skies of laughter
always diminishing, less funny
not just darker, not just grey.

It may be the coldest day of
the year, what does he think of
that? I mean, what do I? And if I do,
perhaps I am myself again.

Frank O’Hara