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I don't want to be
just stereotypical,
Fit in the box,
Atypical.
From the outside
I will always be
The same person
that everyone sees
judge me upon
your first sight
talk about me
and think it's alright.
I might be different,
But you won't think
To see beyond
Whats plain in ink.
I hope and yearn
that you will learn
to look a little closer
because how I feel
Barely concealed,
I put out there for you.
The world keeps turning
nothing changes,
life just goes on.
But for me I always be
that ugly, fat horrific nerd.
But you don't even see me like that
a person with a face
I'm a no name in the crowd
just another number.

Time

Slower,
Faster,
Air is gone.
To what,
I don't know,
I'm holding on
Time is gone,
There's nothing left,
Just heat, preassure.
It's all in my head

A New Beginning

I draw the old sword,
Ready for battle,
To go back
To an old forgotten way.
I sharpen the blade
Polish it up
feel its weight in my hand.
I feel the groves in the hilt,
Built as made to fit
Only one.
I am awed
But scared to rediscover,
It galls me so
How quickly I forgot.
I bagin again
All anew
Feel the magic flow,
Remember the responsability
I already know
And wonder,
Am I ready?