Jarethenator

Nobody likes being silent. The followless Tweeter, The friendless Facebooker, The watchless Deviant, All wish they had someone to listen to them. It's one thing to release in saying something, It's another to be heard. Everyone wants a voice. Everyone just wants someone to say they're listening. And it's not always just words, It's pictures too. Sometimes a picture can say more than any words ever could. There's a reason people write songs and music, Draw pictures and take photos, Make movies and make video blogs, Make social media posts and deviant arts Everyone just wants to be heard, seen, felt, or understood. So the next time you see

When I think back on my life, I'd like to think it meant something. I'd like to think I wouldn't see missed opportunities and things of regret, One after the other. I'd like to think I will feel I've done some good to the world, To feel like I left it better off than how I found it. I'd like to think things worked out for the best, Even though at times I know they didn't. I'd like to say I didn't my best. I'd like to say I have loyal friends and people who care about me, I'd like to say I was a loyal friend and partner too. I'd like to say I lived a good life, But we don't always get what we want. Sometimes life decides to mess with our he

In the silence of the night, When all other things rest, They come to me. They are more than dreams, More than nightmares. They are as real as the life I see through my waking eyes. They dig deep and cut me further than any physical wound ever could. It's like someone pulling and twisting on my mind and my heart. I fear the night sometimes. It works to overwhelm me in my sleep, Take me to places I most wholly do not want to go. It makes make relive my lowest and highest past. I am faced with a future of what could have been, What should have been, And what could still be. Then I am cast back into the present to live with what is. And so I f

Do you ever wake up and feel like you’re still asleep? Not in the sense that you’re still tired, But as if you wake up in another person’s world. It’s that feeling as though your entire world has disintegrated, And you’ve fallen into someone else’s. It’s as if, every day, you just keep waking up in a dream... But it’s not a dream...it’s a nightmare... I wake up every morning in a nightmare. Everything that I knew, Everything that was, Everything that I thought would be, It’s all gone. It was taken from me. The world decided to make decisions without me. It didn’t ask for con

Between the realms of man and gods their lie monsters The dark creatures rustling around in the shadowy haze of reality And we trust in some holy guiding light to ignite from the sky and shine upon us, Pointing us in the right direction. Holy? That word, it means of a higher good. Whose to say that the things that dwell above the clouds and within the fabric of the world, the gods, are "good"? What is of this human asphyxiation to label things of a higher plane as holy or unholy beings? But, perhaps, we are right at times. So then, are monsters really as dark as we believe? Are we just fooled into thinking so by our weak human minds?

On September 11, 2001 19 al-Qaeda terrorists hijacked 2 planes, Flight 175 and Flight 11 and crashed them into the Twin Towers of the World Trade Center. The towers collapsed within 2 hours of being struck. A 3rd plane, Flight 77 crashed into the Pentagon. And a 4th plane, Flight 93, crashed into a field near Shanksville, Pennsylvania after passengers attempted to take control before it could reach the hijacker's intended target in Washington, D.C. Today marks the 10th Anniversary of the attacks. I do not remember where I was or what I was doing during the attacks for I was rather young then. But I remember crying. I remember my mom cryin

Up past four don't know what to do Can't sleep at all All I can think about is you Though sometimes I feel like I don't know you Please just take your time Walk down the street Round the corner And walk with me You will see how the world could be… If you walk with me And if you don't let go There always be things you'll never know You don't have fall into that way Of thinking it is okay to stay Nothing is written in stone There's no reason to be alone Walk down the street Round the corner And walk with me You will see the world I see Just remember that in it, you're with me

I feel out of breath. I just can't take enough air in. I feel like I want to cry all the time... And I don't even know why... Every day, I wear a smile At least for a while. And when no one is looking...I tear it off my face I hide it in disgrace I hide my face I hide my face... And I don't even know why. Maybe I have died Or maybe I'm a lie But I don't feel like I've died I don't feel like a lie I feel real inside The emotions never subside... And I don't even know why...

Butterfly wings floating down a river. Skipping stones sinking to the bottom. Passers by waiting to be delivered. To be baptized by the river. What will become of them, What will become of me, What will become of us, If our dreams aren't meant to be? Fairytales fill books covered in dust. Having a read will make your mind rust. They'll pry and jeer People living in fear Oh these books, what have they done? People praise and rave And flock to hear these words said from a stage And they will not see me Because there I do not wish to be Oh my friend look what they've done With so much lost, how much was won? It is clear to me