The Poet Enters

The clock is ticking and the hour is late My hands are shaky and so is my fate The dread is thick; tonight is no thrill I cannot sleep, the air is cold and chill Images flash in my eyes and in my head Frightened where this path has lead If only, my duties, I did not shirk If only, I had done my homework

I am not in love, but I do like a whole lot You can say that I am, I will say that I am not

You don't need to give me compliments all day, and every night; but I am not saying that I would complain.

Too many great things are once in a lifetime; and far too many unpleasant things are common place.

You remembered me, and that brought me joy. You also smiled, and that made me realize that I was a pleasant memory. This kind of modest elation is a rare thing, but a wonderful thing to bask within. I am glad that you could recall my face, and simply that you remembered me.

Your time is your own; until everyone steals it away.

Life is a journey built entirely of individual moments; if there is a map, it's solely made up of the moments which have past, the moments to come, and bridged in-between by the moments we are living. It would be folly to plan our destination, without taking time to enjoy the experience.

It's easy to rise to the occasion when everyone is looking down on you.

Truly valuable conversation happens infrequently; try to appreciate those times when they appear.

The day is neither longer nor shorter than you make it.

It's always fun to plan for good times; it's especially pleasant when they appear on their own.

Some things just need to be resolved, long before they need to be explained.

Having plans does not solve all problems; but the lack of plans sure creates them.

Some people's intentions are clear; but only to themselves.

The sequence of events are very fuzzy, but I know this is not where I expected to be.

Life is not something you just accept; it's something you build through shaping and molding.

You can stop people from telling you that you are wrong; but you cannot quiet the voices inside of your own head.

The Past is very unforgiving; it remains the same, no matter how hard you try to change it.

You can never be anyone else but yourself; hopefully that is good enough for the people in your life.

We can save you from a crash, help in your recovery, add security to your life; but mostly live without respect. Did you try rebooting?

I am so lonely, I am so in love, I was so in love, I hurt so much; shake, stir, and repeat.

Sometimes you just can't persuade the crowd; sometimes you just have to go your own way, and just let them follow.

Wanting to change your past, is like choosing a path without knowing if it leads to something better.

Is it unreasonable to simply want to get along with people, or more unreasonable to believe that it could be possible?

Half the time we are searching for answers, and the other half of the time, we are encountering new questions.

I have heard people say, that they wanted to be seen and heard for what they are; and I have also heard others say, that they just wanted to be seen and heard.

There is no hope without vision; you cannot achieve what you cannot see.

I will rise, if I do not fall I will have nothing, if I do not have all I will see the horizon, if I do not look back But I will lose my way, if I do not keep track I will be the best, if I persist and practice But without patience, I will cease to exist I will have nothing, if I do not have all I will rise, if I do not fall

Life can be a bit tedious, with its long days, complex decisions, and occasional troubles. It can be harsh to go it alone, and bitter to be ignored or forgotten by people. But, every so often, there can be times when we are considered by others and are not alone, forgotten, nor neglected.

Without great patience, no difficult task can be mastered.

The days grow hot, weary, and long I must maintain my strength I must continue to remain strong