Breathing

Was trying to listen to myself speak.
She decided to stop talking.

Was trying to listen to the echoes in the distance.
The silence was deafening.

Was trying to look for the light.
The darkness was blinding.

Was trying to count the stars.
The skies were filled with emptiness.

Was trying to laugh with the rest of the crowd.
The loneliness was killing.

Was trying to run away from it all.
Walked right back into it.

Was trying to dream.
The nightmares kept haunting.

Was trying to look for answers.
The questions were overwhelming.

Was trying to look through the haze.
It was all a blur.

Was trying to bear the summer heat.
It was my life's coldest December.

Was trying to live for the moment.
Got lost in the eternity.

Was trying to run in the fields.
The water was too deep.

Was trying to breathe anew.
Watched myself drown to the bottom.

Was trying to go with the flow.
The stillness of the water was rushing.

Was trying to fly away.
The wings were too heavy.

Was trying to clear the dust.
Slowly became one with it.

Trees

Strolling through the woods, in the cool, pleasant breeze,

She reached for the apples, up on the trees,

She tried assiduously, from the morn' to the nigh',

But her legs were too small; the branches too high.

They were happy, she knew, for she watched them chat,

Alone in the corner, by her books, she sat,

Whenever their eyes met; she'd blush, he'd smile,

And then she'd be lost in her dreams for a while.

She sat on the bench, alone, by the creek,

Day after day, week after week,

Waiting for the day he'd notice she cared,

All the time hopeful, all the time scared.

Maybe he'd never see, maybe he knew,

Problems, she had many; friends, but a few,

In her crazy world she was lost, hoping for a guide,

On his shoulders she'd rest, in him she'd confide.

Like a free bird, in the springtime, once she flew,

What happened to her since, nobody knew,

She was being held back; to many a restraint, she was tied,

When asked what was wrong, "I'm fine", she lied.

She controlled her feelings, and hardly spake,

But spent countless nights in bed, awake,

She wouldn't eat anymore, she'd lost her appetite,

She tried to stay strong, "Dont let go, just fight."

But it was never enough, hard as she tried,

So she locked up her room, and endlessly cried,

Alone, she thought, stroking her hair,

Just maybe (perhaps), life isn't fair.

Walking by the sidewalk, as if under a spell,

Her foot missed a step, and acutely she fell,

She writhed in pain, a leg she broke,

She'd stumbled upon something, 'twas a tree- an oak.

Someone came over, and gave her a hand,

He helped her up, as she managed to stand,

She was about to thank him, and gave him a glance,

And at once, she knew- there's always a second chance.

Screams and Whispers

Gunshots in the distance,

Blood on my hands.

Walking alone in the moonlight.

Whispers in the dark,

Screams in silence.

Drops of rain on the window,

Lightning storms in the sky.

So many things to do,

Such little time.

Dreaming of bliss,

Waking up from a nightmare.

Helping others smile,

Crying in the corner of the room.

All the time in the world,

Nothing to do at all.

Gunshots in the distance,

Blood on my hands.

Loneliness

I walked past the cars,
With hands in my pocket,
For it was cold that night,
Contemplating on memories I would rather forget,
But without which my life would be incomplete.

And then our eyes met.
She blushed,
I smiled,
But no words were spoken,
It was like instant bliss,
I thought I could stand there forever.

But she turned around,
And resumed talking and giggling with her friends,
She went her way,
And I went mine.

Niether a word was said, nor heard,
But we understood thousands,
Silence spoke for itself,
Life moved on as usual.