Easier to Live and Easier to Forget.Everydaywithoutyougetsalittleeasier.Everydaywithoutyoufeelssowrong.Everydaywithoutyoulifegoeson.EverydaywithoutyouIstillmissyou.EverydaywithoutyouIstarttoforgetyouAndthatssomethingIneverwanttodo.SoIsitandtrytorememberyourvoiceagainIt'slikeabreathoffreshairButthenyou'regoneagain.ButeverydayIcryalittleless.
Prom Is Tomorrow, A HaikuIf we are talkingAnd it is not about promI'm not listening
Is This Art?Is this art?This crying of the soulThis compilation of doubtIs it artLetting it all out?Is this art?This greifThis painIs it artThat we'll never be the same?Is this art?The deathThe bloodIs it artThat before the rainbow came the flood?Is this art?The broken heartsThe tearsIs it artThat we live in fear?Is this art?Broken pencilsPaint splatters covering the wallsIs it artTo not want to feel anything at all?Is this art?This darknessThis hell?"What is art?"We asked the stars as they fell.
A Minute A DayIf you take just one minuteEvery dayThat is three hundred and sixty five minutes a year.That's a little moreThan six hours a year.Six hoursEvery year.Six more hoursI could've spentTalking to youThanking youEncouraging youLetting you knowJust how much you meant.One minute a day.I promise you,In memory of you,Because of you,I will spendAt least one miute a dayReminding people how much I love them.You always did that for me.I wish I had remembered to takeOne minute each dayTo talk to you.Or just talked to youFor one minute longer.That's six hours I'll never get back.I'll make sure to makeThe rest of my six hoursCount.
Fleeting BeautyThere is something fleetingAbout something so beautiful.It isn’t meant to last.There is something beautifulAbout something so fleeting.It is meant to last.Though the beauty itself may not lastIt makes an impact.You left a legacyYou made a mark on meYou made a mark on everyone.And although that markMay sometimes hurt like a scar,I’ll remember your joyAnd that heaven isn’t so far.I may never know whyAnd I may never understand.But I’ll try and rememberMaybe God has a bigger planYou’re safe now.Safe and sound.
FlightsI'm wearing my pink dressBut the sky is cloudy and grey.I'm wearing my airplane earingsBecause I'd like to fly away.I miss the city lightsThat late night flightHolding his handStaring down at the landFar below us.I miss the riverAnd I miss the taste of jungle airI miss the barfoot childrenAnd late night truth or dareI miss the sands of the desertAnd being surrounded by history.I miss standing small beside the pyramidsAnd feeling their mysteries.I miss my travelling hatOnly worn when true adventures lie aheadbut now it just looks sadHanging up over my bed.I want to take a taxi to the airportAnd get on the next flight.Take me anywhere but here,And get me away tonight.