Temptation

The dogs cry out from somewhere in the west. The blazing sun is setting, bringing a silver breeze along with it. The sharp, dry plants puncture my feet. The dusty sand under me has large cracks in it. Tiny insects flee the cracks when the weight of my body sends vibrations in the ground. My throat fells as though it was rolled in the sand and placed on the sun. I look up as the stars begin to appear. The only hope in my head is the tiny diamonds in the sky. Glistening, there is hope. There is reason to try to stay alive; there is a world out there and I need to live, I need not give up, give into temptation.

Time heals all wounds.

Time heals all wounds, they say.
I disagree.
Some wounds shouldn't , or rather can't be healed with time.
Some wounds are so deep that leaving them would only further infect them, resulting in eventual death. Some wounds need to be tended. Some wounds need love and care to heal.

The Great Perhaps

The Great Perhaps follows me to school.
It grabs the seam of my jeans, it sticks onto them like a parasite and won't let go. It hits me at random times, injuring my head and invading my thoughts. The Great Perhaps attacks at any given moment, threatening me with its salt-watered weapons. It discretely sneaks up on me, launching a violent battle against my weak defenses. Its leaves me weak and helpless, vulnerable for hours. The Great Perhaps rules my life.

Such as it is

Such vain, selfish creatures we are.
Such hatred, such desires.
Such longing for attention.
Such yearn for love.
Such hopes for success.
Such attempts to get it.
Such greed,
Such actions.
Such pain.
Such.

thoughts on thoughts

Thoughts are more deadly than any weapon in the world.
Slowly
    They
         Take
              You
                 Down
                       Into
                           The
                              Abyss
                                    Of
                                       Destruction
                                             And
                                                Pain.

For those nights

Here's to those nights. The nights when its worse. The nights when you feel more alone that ever. For those nights when you see the smiling faces of your peers, the simplicity of life causing joy in them. For those nights when even your head seems to be deserted. For those nights when the light hurts, when noise hurts, when thoughts stab at your soul. When the unknown pinches every inch of your body without rest. When your body, in the exhaustion of the pain just melts into salt water every night. For those nights when all you want is the comfort of one voice. When you know that no amount of people will sum up to equal one particular. Here's to those nights when life is cruel.

Moss on a rolling stone

I believe nowhere is a better place to be
Than not knowing where you're going now
I said education is a better state of mind
But I'd trade all my books to find a home
If I made bets on a better time
I'd lose my money every single dime
I believe moss on a rolling stone
Is better than the rust that's growing on my home

'Cause it eats at me sometimes

The more you struggle
More you fight it
More it clings to you at night
The more you wonder
More you dream
The more you pray it starts to die
And it does
Though it kicks you in the side
Yes it does
Though it takes a little time


I believe home is a place that I will get someday
If someone just will hold me
I believe hope is a thing that I will find some time
If someone just will show me
I believe love is given, going, gone
Come back to kiss me on the forehead
And I believe moss on a rolling stone
Is better than the rust that's growing on my home

'Cause it eats at me sometimes

The more I struggle
More I fight it
More it clings to me at night
The more I wonder
More I dream
The more I pray it starts to die
And it does
Though it kicks me in the side
Yes it does
Though it takes a little time

- Noah Gundersen, Moss on a rolling stone