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I came back from the future to tell you the things that happened to the world You will not believe me, but your future is my past and this is my history:
Bruises of words blue and black Pain, and disregard, and bleeding attacks So I come to Lines of words white on black Ambrosia and nectar for scars Sketched in the mind On the sky, stars
Do you remember when we use to hang We met in the 5th grade You were singing this ominous song Drawn to you , I felt your presence You're very powerful The fluidity of your words
A fire flickers in the hearth, warm and cheering, Glowing and growing, its essence my heart searing.
Green, lush grass, humble in its tone Bleeding skies, sunrise, the sun wakes up and moans Brown trees, green leaves, warm breeze, it's here The perfect day, to wash away, all stress, anxiety, and fear
This is how it goes. I begin by stepping into my room. It’s everything to me that it smells like my perfume. It has 7 walls with a light that might go boom,
There’s something about your presence I just can’t explain It’s like burning fire and pouring rain Take my hands Take my feet Make me your sanctuary
One word: Music. It's always been about that. It's just what I do. I sing. Since I was a child I was humming tunes And singing songs with a shell of raw talent - A potential for so much more.
I am not a transcendentalist
Let's take the boat out
I like to let my imagination run wilder with every darker shade of the night sky, as the sunset melts away onto the other side of the world, like sherbet ice-cream left on the counter for too long.
The rain dropsnot from the clouds,but from the Heavens above.They drip from the treetopsand drop from each branchand nestle into leaves,glisten on webs woven tight fromspiders at night,
Growing up isn't easyThe struggles are endless. No one can mentally prepare you for what lies ahead,in 7th grade an enlish teacher showed me how to cope with the madness.
Late at night, my thoughts come to play Dancing in my head, each leap of thought a new a brilliant point Sometimes bright and full, sometimes melancholy All creating a glorious web in my mind’s theater
I know a place where all is still It's by a lake behind a hill And though to find, it's quite a trek It's a lighthouse when you're about to wreck
My paradise My sanctuary My place of saving When all else is lost A confusing mess An sweet escape From the brainwashing And self-harm The confusion I feel When you make me feel