Tuesday, April 19, 2011


Words spilling out the page,
Swirling and smiling all around
Flowing out of the cracks of in my mind,
Spinning and swimming in passion.

They have their own life, they have their own spirit,
They control themselves, twist themselves into existence.
In this lonely mind it’s real, it’s solid and it’s genuine.
It’s a place of comfort, a blurry daze of black and white.

This cruel world has not much to offer,
Pain and horror and chaos
Overwhelms all.
Humanity has lost its compassion
Individuality has lost its charm.

But inside every soul’s lost thoughts
Inside every creatures hurt
There is a home, a safe place.
There is a place of comfort.

Words are what I need, words are what I thrive on.
Words are my comfort.