thouartwithin

Amazing, how one room can hold so many lost people! You would think our strain would have made it collapse by now.   We don't know where we are,but we all want out. Any space we are contained in is a threat, And this one surely must be evil. We push on the walls every day, searching for a new direction, and all the while it bears our weight.   We think we are all on a mission to change what we don't understand, in hopes of shaping it to fit our description. We know we must get out; we have such important journeys on which to embark. Yet, we wise ones have truly fumbled in our descriptions of the room. Our skepticism has finally beat

When I see you in the darkness and I feel you in the night, what more to say ---I've thought of you all day…to stare into your eyes and save the real surprise is all that I'll comply as far as I can now decide.. someday I'll catch you down upon your knees. Then only will we truly Be.. Who has ever wondered if the rain came after thunder and if lightning fills the night I hope that it's alright cause I am scared of loneliness and I'm just searching for the best.  Are you always three hundred miles away from the person staring you straight in the face? is your mind in a bind but the closeness is fine…well that's the way it ought to be …some…tim

How can you tell if you're losing track, When you're wondering if there was ever a thing to lose? Was my perception of people based on deception, Relationships based on clues? I loved to be loved, now I know I was wrong A shame, that reality took me so long. Do we love to ask nothing in return? For I heard it in church, where I thought I could learn. I've grown wary of deceit and trickery Maybe that trait will be the end of me. I sense it in almost every room, Knowing someday, this cunning will be our doom. Why am I the observant one Who watches till the show is done? Who once based everything on trust… Just to find that leave

What was that I heard you say? You called me beautiful, in your own way. You said Lovely, Charming, Worthwhile, Bright… And all you said was "I believe you're right."

There\'s that point in life When everything is perfect. It stays for a while, But it doesn\'t last. Before my heart was torn, Before this pain was born... The good times left too fast. But my tears are in the past I\'m healing slowly now My heart will mend somehow Though it will never be the same Because I\'m still tossed back and forth I still have the memories filled with pain You\'re trying only to hurt each other But failing And killing Me. You said things are better this way Is this how it\'s supposed to be?

I see the image of me again again Never again, a tainted lip kissed the sky missed the image in the cloud Lied Shifted Again but don't we all?

her relentless aplomb                  Thrust into my face to magnify my every blemish.          Across the room, she laughs!  (…though I am unaware)         the saline symphony transcends It intoxicates the air             to magnify her sorrow.

Words on a page left to age and season Detach from the sage and, too, from his reason. The marks form their own sound, speed, and tone; Gnawing and knifing they're dangerous tools Pawing and writhing they dictate the fools. Oft the sage's voice is shushed; Mangled message: unjust. A pen dipped in ink And laced with thought To translate what he thinks Alas---    Words can be bought.

its 2 am and shes still awake its been like this for days... weeks even. months. familiar feeling different expression she cries, but not from hurt confusion, fear, she is alone not again...she begs she pleads he drags her further under its over and she knows it but she tries to get it back clinging to the last bit of hope she tries to make it last but its too late hes too far gone she has to return for air fingers slip through sweaty palms   at last the boy escapes something he doesnt yet know hes made a big mistake realization its too late shes gone, now he cant move on