Eighteenth Floor Balcony

I just want to stand on the eighteenth floor balcony

screaming until someone hears me

screaming until someone cares

screaming until my throat runs dry

and I'm so tired i just fall

in to the deep abyss

in to the ocean of narcissists

in to the ocean of people swimming in their own stories

their own tragedies

their own lives

and then i can just lie there

my mind finally silenced

my body finally at rest

not even having to wonder

when people will start to notice

that we are all just waves

pushing each other away

to get to shore

even though in the end

we all just soak in to the sand.

The Vine

And I'm just so broken

Like I've run in to a wall

and my wings have given up

though my minds still yearns to soar

and my faith is wavering

although I want so badly to keep strong

its oh so hard

with such little support

A vine reaching towards the sun

without anything to lean on

needing to build up strength

to keep alive

or else all shall fall

and it will rot in the ground

trampled over

and covered by the dirt

it was meant to raise above

I need help

I need Guidance

For I will either fall to the ground

Or grow in distorted

and go in all the wrong directions

with out it

So Help me, please

I need your stake

to keep me up

I need your sun and your baby's breath

To make my life,

My vine,

fruitful

So Help Me.

Lets Just Scream

Lets just let go

Lets just scream

surrender to the sky

and let the clouds caress our thoughts

breathing in only air

and for once not judgement

or worry

before the fruit was eaten

before we became self-conscious

lets go back to that

lets just sing to the stars

and let the moon reflect the sun

and show us our beauty

so lets just scream

and hope that someone hears us

lets just wish

and wish

and keep believing that wishes

come true

like candles on a birthday cake

or dreams in our heads

Lets just let the waves of emotion take us under

and for once not care what others think

Lets speak our minds

and show our souls

like rainbow scarves

on Indian necks

or a prism in our window

So lets just scream

and scream

until our screams start to sing

and we make music

Beautiful, soulful music,