Sometimes words are written not because you should read them, but because you should read what is between them. In the spaces.

The firm grip
Once held so tight
Is slowly slipping
A constant fight
His smile faked
Ready to crack
Searching for answers
What does he lack?
Vision fogged
No longer clear
Puzzling the thought
Which way to steer
Seams tearing
The lining unsealed 
Hideous thing
Now revealed
Beneath the surface
Lies the truth
Here you have it
There's the proof
What you knew
Is really a lie
Now that's gone
Left to die

Perfection is impossible to reach, so if you ever feel that your life is perfect you're not looking at the entire picture.

The storm finally came to a still
You're now standing on top of the hill
Chin in the air, no where to look but up
But now you think you messed it up
I hope you see it wasn't your doing
I hope you'll stop, this day ruing
The earth shifts and feeling change
All that was lost is experience gained
So the mountain now feels on top of you
But oh if only, if only you knew
The mountain is where it has always been
Where it is now, and where it was then
Nor were you ever on top or below
Really there is no mountain, I hope you know
It's all in your mind, or maybe your heart
But trust me, you were ahead from the start

A Wish Upon The Moon.

"Star light, star bright,

First star I see tonight,
I wish I may, I wish I might
Have the wish I wish tonight."

Why is it that we wish upon stars? What is the significance? 

Two nights ago I walked outside to be greeted solely by the moon, no stars and nothing to wish on. And then I took a closer look at my surroundings. There were still no stars, but there was something more, etched into the sky was a halo. A halo of light encompassing the moon and all of its vibrant glory. Caught in the moment of this rarity I did something I almost never do: I wished,not upon a star but upon the moon. I wished for time, patience, and understanding. Time so that the journey ahead of me may last, patience so that things may stay as calm as possible, and understanding in case things get mangled and need to be sorted out again.

Life can be tough, and sometimes the only thing that keeps you holding on is a little hope, which is in essence the same as a wish isn't it? 

The inspiration can come from anywhere, but it is the writer who crafts the final piece.

The words whispered in to the dark of night

The feelings subdued when they're brought to light

You're my biggest secret, and I have no clue

Why I waste all my time thinking of you

It'll never be, I know how this works

I become you friend, then love you until it hurts

I misunderstood all the signals you sent

How was I supposed to know what they meant?

One day you love me

But the next you don't

If you don't want this to happen

Then I guess it wont.

This was my English homework a while ago, but I found it and I decided to share it.

I am a stranger, and an outsider that lurks in the shadows.

I wonder if everyone is oblivious to my existence, or if I’m simply ignored by all

I hear the chuckles of my peers as I’m so easily passed by

I see myself dead, with no one at my funeral

I want to show the world who I am and what I have to offer

I am a stranger, and an outsider that lurks in the shadows.

I pretend that I’m complete and that my life is perfectly normal

I feel as though I am slave, and everything I say and do is discarded

I touch the base of the mountain I have yet to climb and the rocks crumble beneath my feet

I worry that I will never amount to anything and my life will have no purpose

I cry out to the world to show my pain but no one lends a helping hand

I am a stranger, and an outsider that lurks in the shadows.

I understand that I have to take fate into my own hands to work at my goals

I say that everything happens for a reason

I dream of making a difference in the society we call home

I try to show my true colors, but they are erased but the insensitivity of others

I hope to became someone of envious status to prove what I stand for

I am a stranger, and an outsider that lurks in the shadows.

How does it come so easily to some but not to others?

Love is a game that I can never seem to win 

Love is a game that I don't even know how to begin. 

Does it start with the first kiss or maybe just the smile?

Will it last forever, or just a little while? 

If I tell you that I love you would you say it too

Are you wiling to walk down the isle and say ,"I do"?

Are we going too fast or should we take it slow?

Until we try, i guess we'll never know.

Stuff happens. Don't dwell on what could have been, think of what comes next!

Dont live in the time of yesterday 

It's time to grow up, go your own way

Live in this moment not that of then 

Think of what's next, not remember when