Clemson

I never really looked at stars, until that night we went. We walked onto the pitch black field, you held my hand, content. The sky was clear, the stars were out, It was a pretty sight. But they could not compare to you, your beauty shining bright. You looked up high and hugged me close, the winter wind was cold. And in that moment I yours, and you were mine to hold. Maybe 'twas in that point in time I chose to love once more Maybe it was the night, the day, Perhaps the week before. Every second I've spent with you, I've cherished every bit. Though nothing's guaranteed in life, To you I will commit.

Aware of the past, both yours and mine My heart once broken, healed back by time I have fumbled I have stumbled I have crumbled only to rise up, and risk it all again for love. I was once taught to enjoy the journey and not worry about the possible tragedy that may unfold that may turn my heart cold I only hope that that story will not have to be told Many guys have come and gone you were trying out things while still so young I guess I’m a hypocrite. As much as I try to enjoy the journey in the back of my mind, a thought lies. Will I be just like the other guys? To come with hope and leave with cries of sorrow of

When the sun is burning you alive When pain's so much, you can't survive I'll shade you from the searing heat I'll be your umbrella. When the clouds obscure the sky so blue And blocks the light so bright and true I will clear them away for you I'll be be your umbrella. When the rain is pouring off your face When you feel you need a tight embrace I'll wipe the tears, and keep you safe I'll be your umbrella. When the storm makes you feel you're about to drown When all the seasons wear you down Summer, autumn, winter, spring I'll be your umbrella When the harsh winds blow and rip your soul When you are broken, no longer whole I

1. Choose a thought of belief: [a negative one] 2. Is the thought or belief true? Yes or No? [pick one only] - How can you know for certain? 3. How do you react when you believe that thought? 4. Who would you be without that thought? 5. What is the opposite of that thought? - Could that also be just as true?

i have wished on thousands of dead stars fooled by each flickering light more times than i have bones i have sat in idle for months doing nothing but squinting vacantly at white washed walls plucking velvet rose petals from thorned stems to feel pain "I can, i can't. I can, i can't" but today, my confidence swells as all my worries are dried by sunshine why accept someone's lie when you hold the truth? i am not a pawn and i am tired of being fearful; today's the day that my roar will shake the ground you will hear my voice one way or another because chasing my dreams sounds better better than dying with regret i was cut on these

I never really looked at stars, until that night we went. We walked onto the pitch black field, you held my hand, content. The sky was clear, the stars were out, It was a pretty sight. But they could not compare to you, your beauty shining bright. You looked up high and hugged me close, the winter wind was cold. And in that moment I yours, and you were mine to hold. Maybe 'twas in that point in time I chose to love once more Maybe it was the night, the day, Perhaps the week before. Every second I've spent with you, I've cherished every bit. Though nothing's guaranteed in life, To you I will commit.

A step UP in the world, Is a step OFF of the world. New experiences, new places, new people. New expectations. If I could support myself and fly without worries, I would take these steps without a care. But I know I sink. Luckily I have you. But will you really hold on tight and hold me up high? Or will you just let me go? – Out of sight, out of mind. I still need you. Don't let me go.

Click...click...click. Make it stop, take it all away. If seeing won't bring them all back, and if remembering won't either, Then I don't want to see anymore. Damn..I knew I was going down eventually. Just as well. Blurry and watery, the moment before water drips from your eyes is a lifesaver. Stop me from seeing, take my memory away. Maybe I forget so much for a good reason. Maybe it's better this way. Click. And close. I'll shut it down, but secretly hope I could do the same. They don't know how much they mean to me, but I guess I prefer it that way. I like to remember such silly things at half past midnight, alone. How we we

Click. Half past midnight, sitting alone at my desk with a blank screen. What a familiar sight this is. Cue the music, sad and sweet, right on time. I know where I'm going: closer to dreams, further from reality. I want to stop, but who am I kidding? I wouldn't dare give myself the satisfaction. Hold on tight, falling now would be inconvenient, but I know I'm going down eventually. Click. 365 Days come on. 52 Weeks, give it to me. 12 Months, that's the number. Yes! I want 1 year. That's where the magic happened. Show me how it used to be. I really only have a bad memory because I know everything I could ever need is right here. Hec

You have scribed your words, wealthy wreaths of wisdom, on paper never torn or worn. You have etched your passions on my brow. You have left this wallowed world victorious; eyes resplendent with the wisdom you wrote and wrought. Your passions shall echo in my ears unto eternity. And should I stray into some sullen storm, or get caught in the torrents of the monsoon, I’ll know that Lear’s been there before, and I’ll not swoon. And if Hades’ doors open up before my stranded soul, and scorch it with the heat of hell, I’ll recall that I am not the first – Dante’s been down there as well. A

I laid on the ground, staring in to the clouds, watching the rain fall, from the sky - Feeling the cold soak into my skin. I thought about you and wondered - If  anything  could ever wash away my sins

Brackwater pond reflects a lost glance A voice's trembling treble stirs the water Tears shed, long gone, add to the salted stillness Lamenting love. Lustre lost. Lonely. Daybreak comes, a straying ray burns retina A voice's early rise brings a new challenge What's worth the timeless deception, and how? Churning waters. Choking silence. Cascade. A weary traveller, by chance, stops by to stare A voice recognises the quiet contemplation Travelling wounds drift off, over the brackwater Distraught danger. Driving dialect. Doom. Brackwater pond reflects a lost glance Two voices hum the tune of problems solved A hand in hand, two singl