My Own Way The resolve contained therein is greater than any had pondered, Yet the young theurgist inside flounders endlessly In a search for such a solid state As to render no recompense of choice. Enough with fancy words, since that's I'm sure all you heard. The back and back of the brain confounds me And for all things will make me late. In the distance I hear everyone's singular voice: "Turn back, this isn't what you (meaning 'we') want." Selfish! To them I say to go away, My path being one in which I'd like to stay. Meaning is something for which we all hunt, We can't all live to end with a wish. At some point I'll be old and grey, Happy that I've made— my own way.

Heartbeat And when the hope of a thousand and one dreams fades away... Will your heartbeat start again? Will you rise up and find a thousand and second hope, One to restore reason, One to bring about that missing smile?

A Letter... I wrote a letter to the man I'm in love with. I got all the thoughts on paper... And I feel so much lighter... I only wish he believed me. I'll post it at a letter date. XoXo

Dedication You'll never really find those perfect words Something more than just goodbye It's hard to remember the good times when there's so much heartache, And they deserve more than that They deserve something more than just one single moment of sadness. So just remember: When there's enough love in a heart to burst like a fucking supernova, And there's sure as hell enough love in that Heart To smile that famous smile. We all lose someone at some point in our lives, But don't ever let go of that smile Hold on forever. Because that's our final dedication. ========== Dedication - Asking Alexandria

C.G. A dream, That's how this started really. In my heart, it created this ream And I think I feel a bit silly. I don't normally rhyme, But it isn't a crime... Not yet. This dream in my heart Tells me what I can't get Even though it was of a new start Time slows, My feelings fall into the ether flows. Your sparkling eyes still haunt My once pleasant thoughts. It's as if you live to flaunt, Knowing what I felt was more than the hots. You bastard boy, I feel like a toy. Searing tears Burning desire Living fears My hearts a liar.