WanderingxXxSoul

My heart's broken My heart's been shattered Into a million tiny shards I'd try to put it back together But I don't have all the pieces Kind sir, Will you help me find them?

Have you ever noticed It's easier to whisper, than shout? Have you ever realized It's easier to sit, than stand? Have you ever paused long enough To notice It's easier to say nothing at all, than everything at once? Then why doesn't the world Shut up already?

Spill your secret to the clouds Come out here, listen to this: An age of Anguished pasts, of Whispered tales Of nevermore Breathe in, breathe out... Essence of this Moonlight shining Fame that it's given, it's due Sneak a peak at this beauty sky Nothing could ever be lik- E when the butterflies Smile softl - Y and the faeries Begin to dance Angels are never Normal, not still, nor Poets, you are, they are... Tear drops fall Art is created s- Trewn across, this secret is Buried perhaps where great treasure is Will you have the courage to look for it? This hidden message in the clouds....

You are a poem with God as the author. God never stops writing. He intends to make you the stunning masterpiece He created you to become. At some point in the writing process, you, as the poem, will decide you don't want to become what the Author intended you to be. You will try to write yourself without your Author. And you find that you can't. No one can. You may despise God and blame Him for all the scribble you've become. And even then, when you've gone and messed yourself up, He doesn't throw you away. He doesn't rip you to shreds and move on to the next poem to be written. He doesn't abandon His work ever. He doesn't hate you, and He d

Dreams carved out of marble Diamonds in the sand Tears we think are angels Into them our symbols brand Nails we think grow deeper With every passing sun Tell your deadly secrets Tell of the deeds undone Somebody stop the "liberty" Before this world unravels Somebody clear the fog Before we end up in the gravel Where can you go To clear your head? 'Cause you better go there now You can't see that far up ahead Even though you swear you do Promise me you won't talk to strangers Tell me that's not the girl you screwed Tell me everything will be alright Tell me the unknown Isn't a fright Black is the new white Darkness is th

Weird things have been happening to me. I don't know why. I don't even know how....Or what. It seems I don't know anything anymore. But I dream...I dream of many things. Sometimes I dream of the same thing....over and over and over. And I wake up. And I can't remember. No matter how I try....I cannot...grasp....whatever I need to grasp... Weird things have been happening to me. Help. Help me. Help me remember...I need to remember. Please...help me. Help. Me. Remember. I dream....I........dream... Nothing. There is nothing. Not that nothing of silence, not the nothing I'm  used to...Just simply....nothing. The nothing of....absence. Then th