Hope

The room of scars is a lonely, frightening room.
One no one wishes to be in.
But the secret is for that one who enters, many enter too.
Frightened, scared, hopeless.
Not knowing where the light is.
First, you must believe in yourself.
In hope, good things come, there is no bad.
In hope comes trust.
Because one person who locked you in there does not make a population.
Believe in good, believe in friends.
I may not know all the room of scars,
But I do know of at least of one exit.
And I promise a friend will be right there waiting.

Time

It judges not the outside,

Nor does it judge levels.

It worries less on money or status,

Or age.

It is time.

We think we can hoard it,

Wait for that perfect moment.

But it is merciless.

It shows no pity,

And you can lose it before you know it.

We may think we can cheat it,

But it will always win.

We cannot be reckless with it,

Fore it knows it is its own master.

So we must embrace it

Before it goes with the wind.

To Be Seen

To ask for nothing,

But to get a hello,

An embrace,

A conversation,

To be noticed alone as a human being

Is worth more than gold or popularity.

I enjoy those moments,

It is those I feel human.

I Miss You

As hours turn to days,

And days to years,

I think of you.

Thy sweet you.

I hope for the day in which we embrace,

That I can cradle you up from your loneliness.

The days were are together are the days I treasure the most,

Until that day, I will embrace your spirit 

And enjoy that wonderful feeling.

Intensity

I cannot worry about my problems.

I cannot worry about things I cannot control.

I cannot worry about others' concerns,

Especially when they really don't care about me.

I cannot worry about the haters.

I worry about me.

I worry about how my productivity serves its purpose.

If I worry about distractions,

Then they control my life,

And I will lose in the end.

Songbird

Pretty songbird,

With feathers of orange and white.

To see you sing and dance.

Brings love to my lonely heart.

To see you flying and free,

Brings a sense of joy that I cannot describe.

When I hold you,

I hold the silk of rose pedals,

Embracing the skin on my hands.

But to let you soar among the wind brings the best joy.

Because you will always come home,

My pretty songbird.

Valentine Fever

Sitting alone,

By a book and a cat.

Wishing to be with my true love.

I wish I could feel her embrace,

I wish I could feel her touch.

A human interaction would mean so much more than the electric word.

I want to see you again.

I have The Fever!

To hold you again is the best gift of them all.