(poems go here) Drops of rain falling in the lake
only here for a ripple Did it resonate?
open your mind's eye let it flow, let it grow let it go and then you'll find
within the secrets lie, the truth that you will find
Knowledge is the path and truth the guide
to help us look for what we can't find.
The courage needed to do what is right.

Music is my one true escape from these maladies
It holds my thoughts completely, become utterly lost within the melodies
I need a distraction from my reactions,
They jump to conclusions, I need seclusion
To get my mind right, from all these influences Influencing me to disobey,
The ones that gave me life, so easy to betray, their trust
Confessed to it from a broken heart once
Cleaned up, but only for a couple months,
Back on my high horse, thought I was smarter
But man I was stupid; those brownies hit me so much harder
Stumbling through the halls, puking up my guts
Made it to the clinic, I blamed it on the school lunch
I thought I was slick, little did I know I there was no chance
to avoid this dangerous dance
My sister held the evidence,
She got my old phone along with those incriminating texts.
They sat me down, and asked for the truth
High as balls and scared as hell, I gave it up, piece by piece.
And I saw them fall, chipped their hearts away piece by piece.
Happy birthday to me.

Some say the truth will set you free.
Sometimes it blows over quick And others drop you to your knees.
But is it worth the risk? Are Some things better left unsaid?
Until the guilt eats you from the inside
and your wishing you were left for dead.
Or just emotionless, I would never commit suicide,
But sometimes my actions will make you wonder why.
Even I question them, why why why did I say that?
Summer of sunshine
Overnight traded for brick and mortar rebuilding our temple of trust full time.
Truth and Trust go hand in hand.
Trust the brick and truth the mortar.
But you can't stand, on a castle made of sand
Lies and false truths, the rip tide,
Common occurence, caught in a current, drags you under waves.
But damn, I hit her with tidal waves.
First it was, "Damn Kyle, thank you for admitting it."
Then it was "Not again Kyle, I thought you learned your lesson."
3rd times the charm, "What the FUCK! Kyle!" is what he wanted to say.
but he held it together What a perfect way, to end a Sunday
Gathered round the TV. bout to watch a movie little did he know
the pride of his first-born son was bout to fly right out the window.

Some say the truth will set you free.
Sometimes it blows over quick And others drop you to your knees.
But It's always worth the risk, even though it won't be over quick.
Relieve that world of guilt you've been carrying
and remember pain is only temporary.