I needed someone, anyone . No one was there but the paper. I take the pencil and tell the paper how I feel, paper listens and paper understands, paper never judged me and it never will. My words go to the world so that everyone can hear what I have to say so that everyone knows how I feel inside. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ December 27,2017

All poems of a spiritual nature

When the Titans rose once again and usurped power from their disobedient children, the punishment was sure to fit the crime. Forcing the Olympian gods and goddesses to live mortal lives, the group of deities were cursed. Cursed to not only live one mortal life, but live over and over again, each time the knowledge of everything they once had torn from them by death. Each time a god or goddess discovered their true identity, shortly after, they met their death, and would be born once again, cursed to live yet another mortal life, all leading up to their repeated untimely demise. That is until the cycle is broken. Question now remains, how can the cycle be broken when everything they remember who they are, they die?

These are feelings that I always feel and deal with, but never say (Thoughts, poems, music lyrics, and quotes that describe how I feel)

"Still she haunts me, phantomwise, Alice moving under skies Never seen by waking eyes." - Lewis Carroll, Through the Looking-Glass and What Alice Found There (2012 - 2014)

i know who i am. and i know who i do not want to be. i am easy in my own skin even while i struggle. i am anything but perfect, but that is okay. and i love the ocean. many of these have something to do with that. i also love people who live there. the rest of these have something to do with them. some have nothing to do with either.

They say they want the truth, but all they are is a lie.