Shame, power, fear, love

The reasons we hide from each other and ourselves


Secret lives we keep hidden

Hoping that the world will never be able to peek in


But slowly as we grow we decide to include others

Sometimes they stay while other times they may go


The purpose of secrets perhaps an attempt to protect ourselves or others

From pain, heartache, embarrassment,


In protecting ourselves however

We sometimes hurt others


And we always hurt ourselves


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Is a mentor something that is deserved
Or merely needed
How do you know if they've abandoned you, or whether you're just paranoid
Too paranoid to reach out
That just makes you sound stupid if you tell anyone
Have your insecurities about relationships infected every area of your life now
Who can say…


After what you’ve done do you deserve rest

So you close your eyes and dream of all the things you’ve missed

Or the things that you have messed up

For yourself

For others

A nightly reprieve 

All you need to absolve yourself of your sins 

Just to make the same mistakes over again 

When will you learn

You’re only true reprieve will need to be earned

But the how is something you’ll have to learn

On your own 

Until then you shall be cursed to roam from place to place 

from sin to sin 

Until you correct what is truly wrong within


How depressing it would be to have nothing left to learn

To have illuminated every dark alley, discovered every turn


Yet, in our pursuit of knowledge we must press ever forward

Giving us new ideas with which we should never get bored


To think that we have every learned it all would be a foolish thing at best

And at worst it could stop us from preparing for whatever’s coming next


They tell us that knowledge is a terrible things to waste

But, let’s make sure we don’t push to hard and jeopardize things with our haste

Man In Mirror

The man in the mirror has gone astray

He was wishing things would stay the same

But, there has been so much pain he could never turn back

I’ve broken the mirror and now my next seven years are turning black


A true piece of art is something that cannot be rushed


It comes to you with each tap on the keyboard, stroke of the brush or movement of the pen


But if you don’t get it down when it first hits you

That spark may not come back again


Fleeting moments of inspiration can lead to some of our greatest creations


So write songs, create dances, start that new paintng, because when it calls you in that moment

You can’t leave art waiting


Why do you keep repeating the mistakes of the past

Is it because you don’t believe they are mistakes


Are you drawn to them because they’re a part of who you are,

Or is that just an excuse


How do you decide which things about yourself should change and what should remain the same


I guess if they’re detrimental they should go,

And if they’re positive they should stay


But are those things always so easily defined

Maybe the distinctions will become easier in time


And maybe one day I’ll stop making the same mistakes

For now though, don’t judge me because it takes time to change


Why couldn’t you

Was I not enough


I don’t think I even knew I wanted to be yours

Yet now you’re gone


We spent far too few times together

But who’s fault was that?


You came into my life whenever you wanted

But part of me enjoyed that

Part of me wanted more


I was surprised the last time you reached out

And we actually chatted so much it surprised me

And you were surprised at my surprise


I told you I wanted to be there for you

Help you get away


Sadly I wasn’t quick enough

And now you’re gone for good


I wish you hadn’t told me your plans for us

Cuz now I look back and just think…




Sometimes I wish things would have been different

And now I’m not sure things could have been any other way with us


Maybe in another universe we both kept out of trouble

And I wouldn’t be wishing you were here


But you weren’t mine to keep

And you couldn’t stay


So now I can only say

Goodbye babe