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It is you with whom I speak, when the pen becomes my voice.When the cell bars of this prison-like mind slide open,you are the haven I seek under the full moon at 3 a.m.
What do I need? What will keep me going? Maybe it's money and wealth? Or maybe it's perfect fitness and health? No... I've heard about those depressed celebrities who died,
Different scenarios are creativity of the mind Wanting a different thought, face, a different time But to trapped in one dreamed of but never really wanting it is big
Family is special. My parents love me so dear. I couldn't live without family. They need to be near.   I love my grandma's cooking, And a good Sunday family meal. I love my cousins and aunts,
I only need me. Those were my old thoughts but I, hear my music now.
Norepinephrine, Dopamine, and Phenylethylamine,Are just regular chemicals, But put them together you get Love.   That heart pumping, roller coaster feeling
I'm expected to not get mad ?Not not have an attitude ?
I am the waves from the darkening  Sea Sailing through the horizon in your eyes because you can't see further on from me your looking at the sunset But I'm down
He touched my skin And whispered my name like it belonged to him Like I belonged to himSo I'll pray now
You give me love You give me your time You give me happiness You gave me life You gave me a reason to live You gave me your warmth You gave me your everything You gave me forever
  A small island sits in the center of a sea like glass Its waves so small they barely scrape the skyline The island stays there Silent and small.   There is a girl on that island.
As day by day goes by,  I replay in my mind the sound of your joyous laughter, The light that shines in your eyes as you speak, I miss all the times we spent making each other laugh,
What else can I report besides complete monotony and misery?   My company is warm, bright, and will always listen
If I am to be alone on an island there are many things that I would need,  Water, shelter, food, indeed yet only one thing can keep me alive, it's the hope in my heart that will stop me from drowning.
I will not live on There is no beyond My soul withers and dies My brain cries and cries Cliche though it seems Helping is what it needs
All I need is you.You turn my needs to wants and your presence makes me swoonAll I need is you.I'm a moth to your flame but your flame is all I need to keep me warm in these cold harsh nights stranded
I am but the bird that sings in the morning before you're really ready to wake up All I need is the tender response of my brothers on the wind You whistle my name and it sounds so sweet
When one is alone Not lonely. Truly, honestly alone. A grown up child Will seek the comfort  From not so long ago. The warmest embrace.  A mother's reassurance That you have not failed
The Truth is be like a flower which gives a fragrance to even those who crush it. The Truth is when words come from the heart of anyone, they find a place in the heart of others.
The voice..   I crAve it..   The voice..   UpLifts me..
The Rabbit HoleI fell in love when I least expected it No, I thought I’d be alone I was finally enjoying the solitude
Imagine. The salt that splashes so lightly on my lips, Dripping from my head down to my fingertips. The sun that shines so brightly upon my back, The one thing that my old home used to lack.
We are two bodies that sails the body of the sea In search of our lost souls driven by the riches We heard of this land by the many in our genration No one haven't really seen her, only a figment of a long lost dream
 “Reach for the moon, Even if you miss…. You’ll end up among stars.” The idea I hold dear. The last whisper from my mother that went into my ear. Her mama once told her, as she reached for the moon,
Fishing Pole   All I need is my beautful fishing pole. Why? Because I wouldn`t want to die in a hole. Without that fishing pole, I couldn`t get food or fish,
When we succeed at something Who do we credit? Typically not ourselves We thank our parents We thank our friends We thank our teachers But we do not thank ourselves
Mother sweet mother. How I love you so. I would never have any other Than my one true mother. She didn't give birth to me, no. But she has loved me apropos. You only have one mother Don't let Her go.
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