You break

I’m scared, I know I break,

I’m alone, with thoughts of doom,

Where am I going, does any body know?

Where is the door? I want to go

I don’t know, I just want to go,

It gets dark here, even at noon,

I break here, I sometimes fade,

I fake the truth that can’t be concealed,

I pray, with my heart full of faith,

I break, like a stick, I break

I sleep with eyes open, because I’m scared,

Bridges I walk, hazy steps glare,

I swear, I break, and for that I quake.

My hands shake, suns stare at me,

I want to run, before your sake,

I wont worry, I’m in a hurry

I break, maybe by mistake,

Lift me up, it’s you whom I bury,

Let me live, it’s my faith,

You die, if you’re scared,

I’m not you, you break,

I break too, but not scared,

I love to break, for what I know

I’ll stand up again, and I will walk

Away from you, from your sake,

Let me fly, I want to flare

Let me, learn from me, my gentle walk

I break, did a mistake,

I walk away, not scared.

The Painter

I am strong, I was born to be.

One and only kind of me,

Who cares if my hands wont reach the moon,

I know I can draw the moon,

To hit my hands and touch the earth,

I know I can be, the first and only to see,

The light of a star, starting at the edge of this tree

Life can be, what a painter wants to see,

I’m the painter and no one but me,

The architect of all plans, if I only believe,

With Ink I write, sometimes tears might be,

I sweat, I will, I know I can,

Repair the damages I created to me,

I was born, and that gets me to be

The one who deserves to be,

I can see, the paint on my hands wont dry,

I will never get weak, I might cry, I might die, but not my dream

I will live for my dream, and if I died, who cares my dream is alive,

I dream every time, in the nights I dream, but never asleep,

My dream keeps me awake to see the next season of me,

I speak; I listen to messages of the sea,

I swim, I dive if that’s where I’m supposed to be,

I live to dream, I die for a dream.

An ideas is the start, a dream is the way, and the future is the proof,

This life is meant to be, hard for those who want to be,

Miserable and weak, I read,

Life is not hard, it’s the dream that’s bitter and sweat,

I only taste the bitter to till a part the sweat.

For that I tell, I’m the painter of me.