A little too Naive

    There have been those time where my heart has saved me. When all that was keeping me alive was the blood pumping through my heart. That relentless bastard. Now looking back, I am thankful that I was saved because I could not enjoy the sun never refusing to shine, the way our eyes meet and we smile, the time we got caught being a little too naive.

    Those time where even breathing took all of my energy and it was all I could do to stay alive. The times when i couldn't even stay in the same room my heart just couldn't take it. The days my heart could do noting but bleed through the page of my journal.

    What I didn't understand is I have people on my side and not yours. It may have taken me a few fights, falls and bruises but because of them, I have my own whole army. Him, mom, lion, BCS, angel, dad, Ky, 2 face, and the list goes on and on. They are here to catch me when my firm ground is all burnt down. 

    Grace in their eyes. My saving grace. For once I am saved and for once I like it. Save me and never let go. I have things I want to do and dreams I want to accomplish. I just need a boost and a hand to hold on along the way. My saving grace is you. The person that says hi to me, the person that shows up at 3 am. The person that goes to Hawaii and still is helping you from that distance. 

Grace is a runner 

Every night she sets off alone 

Mile after mile 

Each stride farther from home 

Her pace never changes 

The peace she finds 

It never takes hold 

Why does she feel so alone 

No one really noticed 

Never bothered 

To see the signs 

Why does he choose 

To be blind 

Pushed ever farther 

Doesn't matter 

What she may want 

Just tear out your heart 

And go home 

Her minds always racing 

She knows she must 

Leave him behind 

The crushing weight 

Escapes with a sigh 

Grace is a runner 

No longer does she 

Set of alone 

Now each stride she takes 

Is toward home

Dear Heart, PS: Thank you for never giving up on me. I know I was tuff.

The Moon Together

The Moon means something to me and little do you know is that when we talk, I think of the moon.

 It was my hope over the summer.

 It was my release. 

Every week I talked to you as if you were talking to me too.

I knew that somewhere, you were looking at the same moon and telling me about your week. 

We were connected through the moon.

Northern Downpour

If all our life is but a dream

Fantastic posing greed

Then we should feed our jewelry to the sea

For diamonds do appear to be

Just like broken glass to me

And then she said she can't believe

Genius only comes along

In storms of fabled foreign tongues

Tripping eyes, and flooded lungs

Northern downpour sends its love

Hey moon, please forget to fall down

Hey moon, don't you go down

Sugarcane in the easy mornin'

Weathervanes my one and lonely

The ink is running toward the page

It's chasin' off the days

Look back at both feet

And that winding knee

I missed your skin when you were east

You clicked your heels and wished for me

Through playful lips made of yarn

That fragile Capricorn

Unraveled words like moths upon old scarves

I know the world's a broken bone

But melt your headaches, call it home

Hey moon, please forget to fall down

Hey moon, don't you go down

Sugarcane in the easy mornin'

Weathervanes my one and lonely

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Sugarcane (hey moon) in

(Hey moon) the easy mornin'

Weathervanes (hey moon) my

(Hey moon) one and lonely

Sugarcane (hey moon) in (hey moon)

The easy (hey moon) mornin'

Weathervanes (hey moon) my (hey moon)

One (hey moon) and lonely

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Sugarcane (hey moon) in (hey moon)

The easy (hey moon) mornin'

Weathervanes (hey moon) my (hey moon)

One (hey moon) and lonely

Hey moon, please forget to fall down

Hey moon, don't you go down

You are at the top of my lungs

Drawn to the ones who never yawn

I Can Not Rise And See The Morning

When I close my eyes I can't help but think that so profound is the stillness. How heavy the darkness. 

Death is where innocent mind should not wander, but I HAVE GROWN UP ON THE SOUND OF CRYING.

Crying because they don't understand. 

Crying because they found out. 

Crying because they know.

Crying because they forgot. 

I have starred death in the face and my fear of living is greater than my fear of dying. I now fear nothing but life itself. Life is not when your heart stops beating, it's when your heart doesn't have a reason to beat.

I can't rise and see the morning, because light has been taken from me. The skies still black, and the air still quiet, I somehow find a speck of light. HELL surrounds me. With my hand outstretched towards my hope. I hold onto dear life because you are my hope and my faith. 

"How are you?"

"Let's talk." 

"I'll hold you."

"Everything will be okay."

You are my hope. The light in my dark. The hands that hold my broken heart together.

'till "DEATH" do we part.