ZeusoftheAllmighty

Though the trees are bare New life springs forth this year the snow is thick, and the air; chilly but cobwebs are swept away and spirits soar high In the dead of winter, a new year is born in this desolate setting giving no hint to all the new things that are coming your way.

Are we not all beggars Do we not all want for more? And we are all guilty of sins no matter how small We all have trials that leave us broken and defeated, Whether big or small, sometimes we need to overlook the 'injustice' of it all There will always be someone whose got it worse who drew the shortest straw There are those who seem to have it set but in reality their straws have been clipped down quite a bit shorter, or just a smidge But we ALL know pain big or small sometimes we just need to over look the 'injustice' of it all.

I've lost my inspiration My muse is gone There is no more sweet seduction to write this song And persistent birds, they'll sing their song I guess when someone dies inside their body carries on Marching to an nonexistent beat tired shuffling feet World caving in Crushing waves Drowning out all sound of persistent singing birds. And at the end there is hope or at least I try to reach Groping for something as I drift into sleep.

Love is not one particular feeling or the other Love is the truly unavoidable presence of feeling (not describable, or avoidable, but indescribable and quite unavoidable) So heartbreak is... (not something that can be pin pointed and taken care of) it's inescapable sadness, Loneliness; (is not the absence of something but rather,) the suffocating feeling that you are, in fact, Alone.

If I could capture this moment Using words          or colors                       and lines I'd draw the sun in the palm of my hand and the stars in your eyes Maybe somehow I could capture                    the feeling of happiness... I might sketch the outline of your face and try to recreate the color in your eyes Or maybe I could draw me Because you don't really need others                       for you to feel happy... Just being myself makes me smile.

Don't take your pain to create something painful, or sad. Try and take your pain to create something beautiful, inspiring Paint the yellows when all you can see are the grays and when darkness overcomes you Overcome darkness with hope.

I wonder what it is like To know that stranger I wonder what it is like To hold that stranger That stranger, that grows stranger still.

If you ever happen to see an injured bird, flightless on the side of the road It is best to stop and fix its' wounds with healing words take it in your arms, and help it learn to fly again Because you never know what that bird,                is meant to become

"He loves me"             "He loves me not." These silky petals, are all she's got. For more than now For one more shot at something worth fighting for.                                  Before we rot.

I stood in front of the curtained windows of our shabby apartment, thoughts whirling in my head, I clung to the rope as if it was my only friend, and in a way, it was. All my friends had seemed to become more like psychiatrists. But I didn't need someone nodding and listening, I needed someone looking me in the eye and saying "Hey! Wake up Buddy! She doesn't love you! Get up and get over it! Killing yourself won't help dumb a-." My hands were rubbed raw, palms red and pink; I winced when the rope brushed on them again. This was my last life line, Tony was elsewhere, Avery wasn't all that close to me anyways, and her other two friends, that

at some point you just have to realize. realize that he's not worth it. not worth those thoughts of suicide. not worth those tears streaming down your face. not worth the lies you tell your friends. not worth kidding yourself that you're happy. at some point you have to face it. you have to look yourself the eye, and tell yourself that you are worth it. you are worth love and happiness. you are worth kept promises. you are beautiful no matter what he says. at some point you have to look at him in the eye. and tell him it's over. that each and every one of those days, waking up in misery-with those horrible memories, of him in bed with her..