I'm Not Alone.

There's somebody else out there who has realized that everybody in this world is alone; I'm not the only one.. Finally.

Scars.

Scarring means nothing to me now. You can try to scar me, but I'm already too scarred in my life to let it get to me.

Moonlight Shine.

Oh,
What a beautiful night;
There's not a flaw in sight.
The glasses make all the difference,
Between clear and blur.
Seeing it all so clear
Is like the world has suddenly
Lighted itself up in front of my eyes.
Just a flickerflicker, then surprise.
The beauty of the night sky had been forgotten
From childhood.
But now,
I can see it all over again
In a different view.
The smooth, pale full moon
Shines so bright;
I had been living in the dark for far too long.
Three small clouds surround three sides,
Top, right, left,
With one covering slightly the moon,
But the moon still peeks through.
The ocean's watery surface reflects,
Adding to the image
Of the beautiful pale full moon.
Off in the distance,
A cruise ships sails;
The lights from all those rooms,
Just tiny specs of orange to me.
Heading East, there's those oceanside mountains;
Right to left, they get higher into the sky.
Pink and purple skies glow
Behind the tip-tops and side-edges.
Where the sun dips down
Below the horizon,
Black colored clouds are scattered
In an arranged pattern,
With a few tree tops and power lines
Blocking a piece of the view.
It's all the perfect picture,
If only I had had a camera.

It's Bound to Happen.

"And I might, and probably will most likely, be dead when you get back home here, so don't be surprised. I mean, I'm already dead on the inside; it's only the outside of my body that's left, still alive. So what's the point of me staying alive? I just keep dying more and more, again and again. Nobody is going to bring me back to life."

Good Morning, Sun.

That unexpected bright blue,
Sunny sky
At 6 in the morning
Catches me by surprise
And wakes my tired eyes.
I've closed myself off in this
Warm, dark little room for so long
That I
Forgot how early the sun comes up shining.
I got too used to those
Cold, dark, grey, cloudy skies
Of beautiful snowy Winter
That accepted my negativity
With a simple little
Smirk.
If this sun sticks around
And the heat gets turned up,
Then maybe,
Just maybe,
I can hide my sorrows
And be happy.

Hidden.

No, I’m not here anymore, not really.
I’m only hiding in the shadows,
Whispering and watching.
I’ll be that voice in your head,
I’ll be that little swirl of wind,
I’ll be there;
You just won’t see me.
Maybe if I hide long enough, I’ll be forgotten.
It will be just like hide and seek.
I’m too good at hiding, and I’m too easy to forget.
I’m so quiet and so small;
Barely noticeable amongst the screaming crowd.
Once forgotten and left behind, I’ll crawl out
And take a look around before walking the other way
No one will see me,
And I’ll be free;
Free and forgotten.
I may get lonely every now and again,
But what’s that matter?
I’ll get through it.
You’ll move on,
And I’ll watch you stumble through the stages.
I won’t let my guilt wash over me.
I can just stuff it in my pocket and
Hope that it only shows a little bit,
If any at all.
Trying to stuff a thick bandana
In a skin-tight,
Tiny pocket
Doesn’t always work out well.
It’s going to be such a struggle to not voice myself;
I’ll need to tape my mouth shut with duct tape
And clamp my hands overtop,
Just to make sure.
A spy blowing his cover ends in a disaster,
Unless he’s a ninja too.

Summer,

Where all your secrets will be revealed..
But not really.
In fact, it’s
just
that
one.

On My Own.

Off in my own world, doing my own thing, as usual. It's no longer just a whenever, whatever thing.
It's me. You can't prevent me from being me.
Try, and you can enjoy watching me go against you without hesitation. I won't let you stop me from doing the things that I love and want to do, because you don't and can't control me.
I am my own person, a unique individual, and I wouldn't have it any other way.
This is me.