Ok...so did anyone know that I'm a writer? Yep. It's true. I am. So, since everyone seems bored, I'm going to bore you a little more with a sample of my *ahem* abysmal writing.

Timing

Everything has a season.
Wise men know this.
But it still saddens me when things are over.
Especially good things.
And good it was...while it lasted.
But, alas, it is to move on.
It's for the best and part of me has come to terms with that.
But there is still a shard of feeling left inside for what is now lost to me.

It is not alone.
There is another wound in my heart.

Small, though it may be, it is there nontheless.
Both hurt, but in much different ways.
One is a sharp pain that hurts badly at times.
The other is a dull ache that may never go away.
One is new and the other is old.
So different, but yet, so similar.

I want it to be taken away, but then I wonder.
Would I know how to live a life without heartache or loneliness?
No.
I would not.
Then, suddenly, I realize...
I must hold my pain dear.
For even in my darkest hours,
It is the one thing that will never leave me.

Love

Like the abyss
You lose yourself inside
Like the darkness
You don't know which way is up
Like a volcano
Erupting with heat
Like the sea
No man sure of it's depths

You Know Who You Are

You have fought with monsters too long. And in turn,
you have become a monster.
I know you don't see it, though.

You have burned bridges because of one loose board.
You have taken people for granted.
I know you don't see it, though.

You have made friends into enemies while placing
enemies upon pedestals.
I know you don't see it, though.

You have used people for your own purposes and, in
turn, you have cast them aside.
I know you don't see it, though.

You have impacted lives. You have jaded people.
I know you don't see it, though.

You have neglected to conceive the impact of your
words. You believe that the delete button is a
cure-all pill.
I know you don't see it, though.

You have twisted words. You have manipulated minds.
I know you don't see it, though.

You have picked the unsure over the tried and true.
I know you don't see it, though.

You have chosen unwisely. And that choice will change
your life.
I know you don't see it, though.

You have become someone new. You have become someone
not worthy of being in my life.
I know you don't see it, though.

You have gazed into the abyss. And the abyss has
gazed back into you.
I know you don't see it, though.
I know you don't see it, though.