TheForgottenKnight

I'm crying. I'm crying because of the empty spaces and the things that should be there. I'm crying because nowadays no one seems to care, we're so empty and cold that we've forgotten how to reach out. When every generation mine and below has a real illness, chains so tight and binding you can see the marks on our wrists. I'm crying because I see you, walking the streets, and you'll never know how proud of you I am for getting out of bed today. I'm crying because you lie. I don't need to ask if you're okay, I Know you aren't, but I want you to tell me about it, because I know you need to. I'm crying because we all refuse to admit to ourselve

  Sometimes it’s beautiful, the way we color ourselves A different shade of gray for every attraction An indefinite show of madness dancing with sanity Awareness speaks softly of consequences While life screams for stories to unfold And we watch while days bleed into sunsets in multicolored skies As a new piece is born another dies What will we bring out when possibility rises When a stormy sky surprises us with new horizons Who will we be, when we color our sunrises?

we were children dandelion wishes, blowing in the wind we were souls burning bright candle flames among coals and ashes weeds in the garden and I swear that I tried this life is cancer taking over a sick, sterile hospital waving purity in our faces we are experiments the product of broken generations a shout of joy cut short I am dead, floating in a sea of dark drifting in the sickness of our parents I will not cry out, as life often does when it recognizes death I will not turn around, I know you are not looking we were only children in a garden of repression I blew you away with the wind our souls burned too bright and this life is can

you forget wanderlust, ignoring it for what you wish to call a phase you can't keep your feet from walking into the mess you made here and I am but a weary traveler, looking for a place to lay this body down and I'll lay this body down There was a light in the window and a fire in the heart but it faded away into the dark of nights spent lonely for a soul to feel at rest with on a beaten dusty path and I'll lay this body down when sickness comes and death does part will I be a lonely broken heart, an unfinished journey left walking down the empty road with no hand to hold will I lay this body down will a friend be left to offer a hand w

I hate you. for being the only one that understood the only one who stopped and took the time who noticed. for knowing how to fix the hurt for knowing. I hate you for being the only one who fought to stay and the only one I had to push away. I hate you for still trying I hate you becasue he does and I hate that for being the only one I could trust for never judging for letting me believe love might exist for being gone. I hate you.

smiles as fake as flourescent lighting each one lying as much as the last glimpse of the sun keep me in your heart and let my memory fade ask me in the dark because in the light your hearts betrayed carry me inside of you hold onto me tight remember me like burning of the suns eternal light play pretend like the walls in your mind that keep me out bury truth like the wholeness you once felt inside let sorrow be your guide when the candlelight dies let your soul drift slowly away towards the endless night deny your hope to find me but hold it close and dear dont forget why youre here

I love the way the tears bring out the color in everything. The way the black and white outline is all that's left when the fireflies were the guiding lights in summer evenings Crayons were just chewy sticks that only left a mark if you presed hard enough Dads were there to start the bonfires and help you roast the marshmallows Moms took you to school and to all the fun playgrounds Grandma always had cookies when you came over Granpa was the one who interrupted your movies with snoring School was a social event that involved writing on the teachers board jumping rope and playing hopscotch at recess and watching the boys race poptar

if only writers block were a physical thing if only it didn't keep me from singing, please sing it would be a mess to clean, oh dear to clean... it would be a force to be reckoned with indeed if my writers block, you could see you would run the other way from me and you wouldn't look back to see my writers block, it only chases me if my writers block were me it could never jump or dance or sing it would sit there day and night and cause an awful grungy sight so many scribbles it's collected like the repo man and cars etc. so many unfinished.... and quite a few more .....'s if only my writers lock were a physical thing if only

pondering this time that we're alive and I'm wondering for once just why they say things happen for a reason and that's the thought behind the seasons I know we could run if we wanted to so take me away let me walk in your shoes I want an adventure, I need a change need someone to take me away from this stage so show me freedom, make my heart race I want to feel something true and not fake so I'm pondering this time we have here and how much I'd rather be somewhere so if everything happens for a reason then let's just dissapear for a season I don't want to manage this time I wanna let go this time I want to let the rhythm flow