Holding anger is a poison.
It eats you from inside.
We think that by hating someone we hurt them,
but hatred is a curved blade, and the harm we do to others,
we also do to ourselves.
-The Five People You Meet In Heaven

She prays for a day when someone will say
"I've been waiting for you all of my life"
She prays for a day when someone will say
"You're nothing compared to what I've known"

Wake up to a sunny day, not a cloud up in the sky
then it starts to rain.
My defenses hit the ground and they shatter
all around, so open and exposed.
I found strength in the struggle,
face to face with my trouble

I've begging you please,
to tell me you're not alright
and you needed to come home

People figure I crossed the line.
The truth is, there is no line.
There's only your life, how you mess it up,
and who's there to save you. or who isn't.

What's the point in wasting time
On people that you'll never know
When you're looking for a friend
But it's empty at the end
When everybody's disappeared
You won't be alone
If you want,
I'll compensate, if you over-estimate,
So there's nothing left to fear

Pardon me while I throw up. I guess some people never grow up. What happened to the salvation you claimed? It breaks my heart to see how much you've changed. It breaks my heart to see how much you've changed.

know i would apologize if i could see your eyes
cause when you show me myself you know i became someone else
but i was caught in between all you wish for and all you need

Getting through the rain - I only said the sun is always brighter than the storm. I never said you wouldn't cry, or feel like your heart had died. I never said you wouldn't change inside. Just that I would be around when you were feeling down.

Late last night I made my plans. It was the only thing I felt I could do. I said goodbye to my best friend. Sometimes there's no one left to tell you the truth.

Sometimes you've got to get away from the distraction. And I pray I find peace inside because I left something great behind. And no, it's not what I want.

It was spring when one returned with his life in a sack on his back, to find the same street with the same sign on the inn, the same bell chiming the hour on the clock and everything changed.

It’s so easy to complain
But it’ll make you insane
That same routine
The impulse to be mean
But the grass is oh so green
After winter rain

You'll sit alone forever if you wait for the right time. What are you hoping for? I'm here, I'm now, I'm ready. Holding on tight, don't give away the end. The one thing that stays mine. But you will always have that place in my heart. And even if we don't go on, it will never end. Trust me, I'll trust you and I will always be there.

I was never one to patiently pick up broken fragments
and glue them together again and tell myself that
the mended whole was as good as new.
What is broken is broken -- and I'd rather remember it as it was at its best
than mend it and see the broken places as long

I wanted to stay on that porch with him that night,
until the sun shone bright on both of us,
but I didn't. I stood up and walked down the steps.
I'd rather chase the sun than wait for it.

i'm running out of things to say to you.
this always takes so long is what you said
before you said so long
this kind of wordplay gets you ostracized
but if  you operate inside these perfect lines
you'll be fine

Eight in the morning and I got your letter sealed with a kiss. P.S, things will get better. And I never say no to you and I never say no to you. Get me up early, so motivated, life as we know it is so overrated. You are the best thing that I ever needed. Safe in this world that is restless and greedy.

tonight i'm finding for me it's harder and harder to sleep.
i drained all my pens, and filled all my pads,
but these words keep coming again and again.
and if timing is everything,
well, then what does that say about you and me?

and i want life in every word to the extent that it's absurd
i know you're wise beyond your years, but do you ever get the fear
that your perfect verse is just a lie you tell yourself to help you get by?

You said the hole in your head has gotten bigger than the hole that's in your chest
And you're stuck between the past and the present tense
You said you've been waging a war against so many years of lies

So keep looking up, on past the birds
And keep looking up past the clouds
And when you reach up and clear away the stars
I will be there where you are

and ive found comfort in you
a certain happieness im not used to.

sometimes solutions aren't so simple
sometimes goodbye's the only way
and the sun will set for you
and the shadow of the day
will embrace the world in grey
and the sun will set for you

And it's in your highschool years, you'll start realizing who has a mind of their own and who does what's cool by how many caskets you put in the ground.

Fall away to the sound of my heart to your beat,
Melancholy and cool,
Kind of bittersweet,
Love on repeat

When you've laughed as much as you've breathed, you'll realize how beautiful life is.

And these fingertips are moving faster than these lips, so you can only imagine how jealous my mouth is.

I want to stay as close to the edge as I can without going over. Out on the edge, you see all kinds of things you can't see from the center.

I couldn't catch my breath, laying there. Fading in and out and I can remember mother telling me, "home is where the heart is." But my heart has long been black. Coming to the end of my road, but I never wanted it like this, not like this.

The whole problem with the world is that fools and fanatics are always so certain of themselves, but wiser people are so full of doubts.

You came to me like a dream, the kind that always leaves. Just as the best part starts, it ends so abruptly. And leave you stunned and naked in your bedroom all alone. It's kind of funny how something so soothing gets interrupted by the ring of a telephone. One thing that I've never said, I'm truly happy in my heart and in my head. A lonely liver suspended in liquid. It's one thing that I never did was smile. Missing a case, lacking a lid.

I've got a time machine that works but the travel it hurts. My time is all but a dream that is weaved in a start that's an end but to understand it's a sin, to begin on a day that was not meant to end. I've got a time machine that works but the travel it hurts and the day always ends, it can never just begin.

I may never get this chance again. This is why if you want to kiss, you should kiss. If you want to cry, you should cry. And if you want to live, you should live. Maybe there isn't a God and there isn't a hell and there isn't a heaven.

I've been thinking about the situations and how the things they used to be. When you would never have a doubt. I've been thinking about invitations to remote locations in our heart, when you and I were going out. We could be politicians, live in deep fame. We could preach superstitions, live without shame. Anything to please you. Make you feel strange.

Have faith in love, if nothing else.

There was just something strange in the way you stared at me.
Like you could see right through me,
through the thick covering I use to hide myself.
You told me that I should cheer up, that I am
much too cleaver and much too kind to be so sad all the time.

I'm sitting a room, made up of only big white walls and indoor halls. There's people looking through the windows, though they know exactly what we're here for. Don't look up, just let them think there's no place else you'd rather be. You're always on display, for everyone to watch and learn from. Don't you know by now, you can't turn back - because this road is all you'll ever have.

She promised not to break him.
And she knew all along one day she would
The curse of being so heartless
is that you eventually have to hurt those around you
all those with hearts.
words_are_bullets

"Peace cannot be kept by force. It can only be acheived by understanding."

The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of all true art and all science. He to whom this emotion is a stranger, who can no longer pause to wonder and stand rapt in awe, is as good as dead: his eyes are closed."

I’ve changed. Hard to imagine isn’t it?
I was such a naïve girl when you knew me.
I thought that happiness was always so easily
obtained. I’m different now. I don’t cry.
I don’t smile. I changed my hair too. Do you like it?
I do. And maybe it hurts being this numb. But
then again you don’t feel anything. Nothing at all.
Except at night sometimes, when I begin to realize
that I’m completely alone. I’m completely alone.

They say please don't change, don't fade away, because that's what you say when you know it's too late. I said alright, how far is goodbye? Because that's where I'm going.

Oh, I hear you breathing on the line
Oh baby girl, I'm not your type
I'll leave you hurting every night.

We become attached to what's familiar and sometimes we hold onto things that are safe and predictable even if they are bad for us.

Another episode in the never-ending consequence of boy meets girl
and love and the apple of their punishment
A tear is shed as boy parts girl to go their separate ways,
only knowing things are never gonna’ change.

It's the art of not letting it get to your head, not letting it break your heart and not letting the world see when it does.

I’m singing songs of the broken heart’s delight,
a message sent to your stereo tonight.

It's been three days now and I've hated everyone of them. I said that I would be fine, but I am so far away from it. It's cold where you are and I really wish I was there. I wrote all of this down, so you would know that I care.

There is a drug that cures it all
Blocked by the governmental wall
We are the scientists inside the lab,
Just waiting for the call
This earthquake weather has got me shaking inside
I'm high up and dry.

I can't remember when I last saw you laugh.

And its hard to say what i mean the most.
and it hard to feel when i got no insides left.
and its hard to break when youve never been whole.
And its hard to run away when youve got nowhere to go.
words_are_bullets

I'm just a stupid fuck with brilliant luck and sometimes a bright idea. So shower me in a chorus of compliments and verse I don't deserve. I might run but I'll never hide.

You say the sweetest things and I
Can't keep my heart from singing
along to the sound of your song
My stupid feet keep moving
to this 4/4 beat, I'm in time with you
Whoa, to this 4/4 beat I would die for you

On a Sunday, she thought it through. Now as I drive back, there's thirty six less hours I have to change the course I send myself. Live with that.

We lay here in this mess of a battlefield of reaching
for endings and misunderstandings
for what we used to call a road that wed walk on back to home

In the heart of the room, there's a volunteer scratching his head. He would love to assume that his body still bleeds with a deep red. He'd accept if he knew that everyone that he looks up to, he would find to be just as disappointing as you.

I waste at least an hour everyday lying in bed. Then I waste my time pacing. I waste time thinking. I waste time being quiet and not saying anything because I'm afraid I'll stutter.

I sit here thinking, remembering all of the "I love you's"
Well I'm taking them all back...

I tell you what there is plenty wrong with you, stuff you'd sooner fight for than cope to, but I think it's just one more reason why we are meant to be. People say that I look like you and you look like me. We get this crazy combination of everything or nothing right.

I welcomed him into my closet to meet the skeletons living there.
In my twilight vacancy, I didn't care.

The highs would make you fly and the lows make you want to die. And I was once there, hanging from that very ledge where you are standing. So I know, I know, I know, it's easier to let go.

I do what all women do. I think. I blame myself.
I marinate in my failure. I hate myself sometimes.
Sometimes I cry. More often I stare at the ceiling
and wonder what is wrong with me.

I wrote a poem, an epic, tinged with dark humor - decided to give it to my mom because this is all her fault, somehow.

Well I was never wrong, and you were never right;
let's take the long way home tonight
You see we're getting lost inside of what we know;
I guess it only goes to show:
The best times are the ones left unsaid

What a time, what a place they won't remember my face. No one knows, oh, we're just fucking around. They don't know we're just fucking around.

And they all say shes so damn strong
they watch her walk with awe.
But they dont know shes a fucking mess
Just waiting to finally fall.
words_are_bullets

I'm obsessed and stressed with this mess. I can't think of things to write down, to type down.

Cause baby you could break me
and you could watch me fall.
or baby you could make me
stand so fuckin tall.