Knives stuck in my back. Some I knew but all still hurt. Who is left to trust.

In most all nights the light is calm, Serene and bliss from a nightly psalm. Through glitter and shine in the nights high noon, Many do search for the man in the moon. Then comes a night that some do dread, A discolored moon appears blood red. While most use caution on these bloody nights, I find myself in giddy delight. A sight so full and rare to see, It fills my heart with youthful glee. So snap your pics or lock your doors, Either way the choice is yours. Stare in wonder or hide in fear, I’ll wait for my love for three and a half years.

This is nice. The phone is turned off. No one is asking me for anything. I don't have a million questions to answer for anyone. Just me, these beautiful purple hills, and this stunning lake to wake up to. It's been so long since I had a vacation that I'm not entirely sure what to do. I could go for a swim, I could hike around this beautiful forest, or I could cruise around on a jet ski. I think for now I'll just enjoy the sunrise in peace. I lay my head back in my chair, shades on, and take a deep breath in. Relaxation is hard to come by these days. All the hustle and bustle of work has clouded my every thought since before I can remember. As it all clears my mind, I feel like an elephant has decided to get off my chest. The air is fresher, and the colors of everything I see are more vibrant. I hear the water bubbling as fish breach the surface to catch low-flying bugs. I hear birds singing to each other in harmony as if they are composing a song just for me. This is what I've needed for a long time. All that's left is to enjoy it and seize the day.

It's safer this way. Things are going fine. Money is good, bills are never late, and family is taken care of. Still, I long for something else. A dream of a happy occupation and a life fulfilled. A dream I could chase, if not for the fear of letting down those close to me. I provide, I protect, so I can't afford to fail. I dream of a life I can never have.

A darkened shade of royal blue, Once a regal symbol, now a feeling too. We use most blues to show despair, Depression, sadness, or lack of care. What gives a color such power to sway, Our moods and feelings throughout the day. Feeling blue will make you cry, Unless you stare at the clear blue sky. Or how about the ocean blue, Which clears our heads, and spirits too? So whether blue makes you happy or sad, it is just a color, can it be that bad?

Everyone has secrets. Everyone has an opinion of themselves that they keep hidden from the world. Some think themselves to be exceptional compared to most. Others are their own worst critic.

What I see in the mirror disgusts me in every way. I look at myself and wonder how I became this shell of a man. At a younger age, I was full of hope and dreams. Now I chase the dollar in an endless race of routine and despair. Each paycheck is another link in the chain, binding me to a life in which I find no pleasure.

Every mirror remains shattered in my home. I need no reminders of my self-created prison, for I live it every day.

The misty fog has settled low to the ground. I follow the stone path across the field. It's been so long since I've seen our old homestead. I know when I arrive it will be empty, but I can't help but smile as I remember a simpler time. My brothers and I raced across this same field when Momma rang the dinner bell. Although it's been nearly a decade it seems as though it was just yesterday. I feel a serene aura wash over me as I see the end of my journey. The war is over. I am free. Although I may be alone, I've never felt more at peace than I do at this moment. At last, I can rest.

Every day seems the same, day by day they never change.

Weeks drag on but what’s to blame, Nothings different I pray for strange.

Something to spice up my daily life, And end this routine that haunts my dreams.

It’s not so bad, no pain no strife, No end in sight, or so it seems.

Maybe one day my life will change, And end these days that end the same.

Until that day my days remain, This routine life is mine to blame.

My stomach caved in with an eerie force… the effect of the last sunset I will ever see. I guess reality just never set in until now. I’ve know for a while that this day would come, I guess I just always thought it may not. As I sit in this hospital bed, gazing out at the sunset over the mountain, I wonder if perhaps my last six months could have been spent better. Two of them I just laid in bed and drowned in self pity, three of them I acted as if nothing were out of the ordinary, and of course the last month has been the best one of my entire life. I danced, I laughed, I loved… but none of that matters now as I lie here moments from the reality that is death. I wish I could see her one last time…

Alarm was silenced, shower was cold, My coffee pot was filled with mold.

Traffic jams and all red lights, The day is hot, these pants are tight.

No time for food no time for drink, No time for hygiene, I fear I stink.

It’s not that bad, it could be worse, That’s what they say, their words I curse.

For one and one add up to two, That’s two for me and none for you.

They all add up, this much I know, Day by day I watch them grow.

This day feels different, this is true, I’ve reached the end, my rope is through.

I hope my neck this rope will snap, The straw has broke the camels back.