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    I am lost Out in the unknown Poeople all around me Yet inside I feel alone   Thoughts and emotions Too hard to express They threaten to engulf me
They always told me "You write too much" So, I stopped. At the dinner table, They'd silence me  With their glaring eyes. And all I could do was painfully smile
Searching is the game, And without guidance we play. We take the deep plundge, but alone are we.   Cold darkness envelops us, But as we search deeper, What are we searching for?
Hello.   Are you there? I can't tell. I am speaking Into the emptiness of space, hoping There is someone there On the other side To listen.  
My body is a cage. Its walls made of flesh and tissue As long as I am trapped in this body I will never be free.   My lips are sealed together
You are blind.  Do you realize our shape? You are misfitted, who are you, one of a kind? No, I think not.   You do not come together. Instead, we're all the same but yet we are separated;
Crispy weather awakens a slumber within my veins. The woods dread of the painted ink draped across their shoulders. My air is stolen from the seeds in the ground so they can grow higher than before.
A year in the life of Sarah Smith Sometimes I felt like a myth Had a rough time starting out Hitting the floor and blacking out Living in a room of isolation Contemplating my creation
From here I see a world, A place I can touch and feel, But at times I'm uncertain if it's real.   Apart from the people, Puppets with thoughts and dreams, I wonder if it's all that it seems.   
Staring at this screen, Cracked. Broken. Barely working. This is love. This feeling of emptiness, my finger, a heavy brick on one word: send, this is love. This vacant lot of self-respect,
I cant even focus all i hear is people talk locust.They think i´m mean, but they don't know a thing that i mean.So let me laze you up, while you talking bout blazing up.
I... developed into a wolf of smart solitude I... lurked in the background not seen nor heard I...
Sun rises and ray beams
Abandoned. Left alone to deal with the unkown. My fears tango with my tears. I'm not okay. I have no hope today.
Neglect–ed Ringed out with blood and stretch marks. Wrinkles written in between the crevices of my eyes. They sting and burn. Fighting, fighting, and falling. I kept falling. I failed.
To be a thing of staggering perfection, Unlost in a crowd of typography, But not to the masses of passerby, Rather to one specific soul Who sees a light in dim, dust rooms
I thought he was intangible He's fragile He is frozen in time He's scared He is now going slow motion in reverse His words are misguided They tear everything apart He battles his secrets
Today I don’t exist. I’ll be the sound of the falling tree that no one hears I’ll be alone all day and won’t take a thing away from the world Because today I don’t exist.
You have a castle for a mind and those flags They don't bear enough welcome Put your drawbridge down We won't all hurt you how some have Call off the guards and stone walls
I padlocked the miles so distance could be kept In a vault where nothing of value could be dreamt Can you slam my fingers in a metal door Till they crunch and I can't touch No not anymore
Sing me into the Sunlight, Take me away from the dark. Take my hand, and lead me away from this place. It’s my own fault I’m here, anyway…
(poems go here) I am an individual. A rolley polley like, nervous creature but an individual none the less. And though I may sing and speak in a whisper tone, my insides are crawling with life.
As I sit here on my own On my self-confined throne Watching the world pass me by Here I sit as time flies
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