trying to arrange my fickled mind

i am so misunderstood

Still Fighting by. Ben Folds

everybody knows
it hurts to grow old
and the years go on
and were still fighting

trying to gather the ashes of my past

as the sun starts to set
memories of yesterday fades
a new day is dawning
for a new memory to fold

someone save me

stage of the sandman

dreaming of falling into a subculture
to experience the wonders of a culture

Psychosexual Stages of Personality Development

Trust vs. Mistrust (1-2 years old)
Autonomy vs. Shame and Doubt (3 years old)
Initiative vs. Guilt (4-5 years old)
Industry vs. Inferiority (6-11 years old)
Identity vs. Role Confusion (adolescence or 12-18 years old)
Intimacy vs. Isolation (young adulthood)
Generativity vs. Self-absorption and Stagnation (middle-age)

for many years..
together we face our fears
and i hope this year..
my pride does not get the best of me

Life is but an empty dream

falling apart

i look for an empty space
and hide in darkness
waiting for them to address me
waiting for them to call my name
while i wait i shiver with fear
my heart pumps rapidly
i drown in tears
and i brake out being some else
all i can do is pray.

i wait in tears for the candles to light up
remembering the years
making up for the past
wishing you were here to celebrate with us
even if you can't hear our voices, our laughs
our cheers, and feel our comfort
always remember your presence is still here.

Free the world and let them know it's Christmas

My pride ruins everything.

The young man knows the rules...but the old man knows the exceptions.

"Beauty Fades. Dumb is Forever."

once again i'm losing faith
once again i'm doubting everything
once again i'm facing a wall
hoping that it will pass
and asking myself
when will this story end
are things gonna change
just like the ashes of the past.

my body pauses for a moment
trying to gather all the thoughts
floating in my head
thinking of what to do next
planning my next move
then i inhale death allowing it to calm my emotions down
and for an instance my feelings fade

Above us now the final rays of the sun before
the fall of night were raised to such a height
that we could see the stars on every side.

And so i was drawn from random thought
wandering in mind, I shut my eyes
transforming thought on thought to dream.