i am strong. 

but sometimes… 

i need you to be stronger…

so i can cry

the tears

i usually cry alone. 





art work credit: Angel Cry by Digitalsoldier

It is time…

it is time…

to believe in yourself

believe in your mind

 believe that your time

is there for you to decide

 how to spend it

and who to waste it with


it is time…

to believe…

in your talents

in your dreams

in your hopes

and in your life


it is time

time for you

to change the you into me

so you can finally

give me

the life i deserve.


Same same? or Different.

Will you be the same as the rest? 

Use me to get over your past

Then bail when mine threatens to bring tears. 

Leave me alone when times get tough. 

Or turn a blind eye when the help you’ve received

Is the help I need. 

Will you be the same as the rest? 

Or will you be the one that rises above? 

That breaks down the walls

So two broken hearts become healed.


So… This is the End?

is this it then?
the end to something…
something thought to be beautiful
something thought to be pure
something hoped to be real.

the end to this
tryst with love’s laughter
left with lingering traces
of lust’s longing.
scars telling the end to… this.

what is this?
words led down one path
while actions showed another
clarity dimmed as dusk approached
and this became

so it seems this is the end
to this.
and this is better left
hidden under the garbage
of yesterday’s regrets.

Looking for Words

i would like to write
but can’t find the words.
heart is hopelessly
taking over the mind

too late?
or too little?
what made it come to this?


endless abyss
of nothing spoken
nothing said
nothing solved
a relationship of

stuck in not knowing
what it is
or what it will be.

words of definition escape me.

so i continue to sit,
for the words to come…
and make it right again.