I'll never learn to shave,
Or how to change a tire,
But I'm okay with that,
Because you've taught me well.

Why do I need a foot long sub,
And a "giganto gulp" from 7/11?
Why am I taught to consume so well,
But not taught to balance my credit?
I'm getting full....
Full of  debt full of something.
Call it regret?
I didn't mean to notice it,
I'll continue being mislead.

Strong and beautiful widow,
I see your daily struggle.
I love you and owe you my life...

You wingless angel,
You deserve your halo.
I'm sorry for my many a strife.

Strong and beautiful Widow,
Continue your struggle,
I will make things right.

Just stay with me mother,
Our lives left asunder,
We will pick up the pieces and fight.

I love you.

Meaningful hopeful daydreams
Mourning weeping widows
Forever dysfunctional  kids

Green blue red, gray yellows white,
This city still shines, in the dead of night,
No darkness can hold this city of gold,
No darkness can hold, Traverse.

Flickering dim lightbulb mockingly,
Withers and dies ever gracefully.
Fathers verses and mothers eyes,
Empty "I love you's", at least you tried.

I lost my heart with my head in the skies,
These days dreams die short lived, just like mayflies.

All the
Time this
Machine kills.

I shake because there are 7 billion people on this planet,

And for some reason it feels like everyone of them,

Is watching me, waiting to see me mess up.

I
Could not
Let it go.
His addiction
Is pulling you down.
But what can I do to
Change the way you see this world
And make everything okay?
All my attempts are failing you, Dear.
Nothing seems to matter anymore, love.
I wish I could steal you away from that home,
But instead I'll just write a ******* grow poem

Ring ring, screamed the teens phone,
Ding ****, cried the bell,
No ones answered a door for a friend,
Since the great wifi curtain fell,
Pay no attention to what you can be,
A wonderful world awaits,
Ran by blood and money,
Oh! The beauty of business baits,
The one true God,
the almighty dollar,
Dethrones that fraud.
And silences a Hollar.
Why feed the hungry,
When you can feed yourself,
Why give clean water,
When you can stock your shelf?

Well maybe I'm just tired,
Of always making excuses,
And maybe im just sick,
Of the horrible things we do,
I want a world desired,
Otherwise we're all useless.
I've given up on the *****.
That claims he wants what's best for you.

I wrote a poem,
About how this new year,
Has shown me how different I am,
Than I was before.

About everything Ive gotten myself into,
Without you here to keep me on the right path.

Then I burned it,
And used it to light my ****.

The lone tree stands tall
Sheltering all the children
Soon to cut her down.

If everyday was like a dream
This insomnia would be great
But it's not, and it isn't. So **** it.

Your eyes a shade of greenish brown,
Beauty in my view,
Bags beneath your sleepy eyes,
The worlds not been kind to you.

Your skin so fare and porcelain smooth,
Fragile but standing strong,
You force yourself into my thoughts,
Haunting my all life long.

You sit and you smoke your cancer,
Ashes to the line,
You float away with one last smile,
I swear you were my sign.

If the sun loved the sky.
Like I love you.
There would be no moon,
For the wolves to howl to.

The thought of you now pains me,
Like an ulcer you sit and you bleed,
The sound of your voice is salt in my wounds.

Whether
You say I'm worthy or not
You're right.

I'm not defined by names or tags,
Or what I carry in ziplock bags,
I am what I try to be,
Not what this world labels me.

I hope you can find it in you,
To spare a smile once more.
This hurt is a full one.
This roof is a floor.
I am constantly surrounded,
I am constantly alone.
I wish I could end it.
I wish I could have known.
Your talons are digging, deep in my flesh.
It's burning.
I'm feeling, better than dead.
But that's an educated guess,
Maybe death is the best,
I do love sleep,
And I could really use some rest.

Tire swing sways,
on the dead willow tree,
Hanged with a noose,
Just like me,
A widowed wife's tears,
Rain down on  my soil,
A lonely sad mother,
Makes my blood boil.
I am your kin,
Do not leave me for dead,
I'm buried beneath your feet,
But I'm waiting under your bed.

The tire swing sways,
The minutes minutely mute,
My best friend always said,
Those thoughts will **** you.

Home is the place I wished to escape,
Now that I have, please send me back.
I miss my dog and family,
I wish I knew that growing up was a trap.

Your light voice seduced the drums of my ears,
You've replaced my long thin scars with hopes and dreams,
HOW DARE YOU.
You took this broken shell,
With no soul,
Or emotions, I destroyed them.
And gave me life. You gave me life.
Not the kind I now dread, but the kind that makes me want to live.

If every living thing in the world dies alone
Then let me be dead to you
So we never must be apart.

Oh how we live in a way that is dying, all because we are losing doesn't mean that we've lost.
I love you more dearly than pain loves crying, though pain is all that you've caused.
I cringe and swell, at a moments notice, all that I loved was gone.
I stumbled and fell into a place where I knew, that I would never belong.
I know I will never belong.

I've slept alone, how many nights.
No need for worries no need for frights
I sat and gazed through my minds eye,
You're not beside me, to care if I die.

The waves are crashing, screaming for attention.
Avert your eyes from the screen, real life has come.
It's knocking at your door, but you can't hear it over the television.
You pity me because I have little.
I pity you because you have so much.

You don't scare us.
We scare us.
We should scare you too.

You are the smoke, filling my lungs.
You get my so high that I can't feel the pain.
You are my morphine, my acid rain.

I'm addicted, your once sweet touch now burns and eats away at my flesh.
I'm sorry but I am not sure if I can survive your love.

I am following my dreams.
So why is my heart still so sore?
I focus on good things.
But the bad just seems so much more.
What's really in store for me?
If I am losing you, I don't want to start a New Game.
I think i'd rather hit submit,
Than hit continue.

You can be the hero,
In your own story,
But if this world taught me anything.

It's that the villains have more fun.

How am I suppose to move on when I have your eyes?
How can I put the past in the past when the past was my life?
In the fire a Phoenix will rise,
And in that Phoenix is a burgundy knife.

He lay still,
Tortured by her cries as his demons scream.
He knows of no hope for a better tomorrow.
His only reason to stay, didn't stay.
His only reason to live, now lives alone.
Is it better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all?
Because now I'm addicted and crying...
Is it better to have lived and died, than to never have lived at all?
Your voice sings a response, but it' fades and disappears.
Why am I the only one, who sees that you were also wrong.?
I told you I'd do anything for you. I guess it is just my time to shine.
I will forever look down and smile at you, for now is my time to shine..

You are the dial tone,
Cold and abstract,
All I ever wanted to do was hold you.

A thousand words won't **** this hurt,
A million sorry's won't bring you back.
You own my heart,
My love,
My soul.
You own this tattoo body,
And every imperfection,
The ones I've made and the ones of from God.
You saved this soul, for as long as you could.
Even minds have an expiration date.
When I lost him my shelf life,
Was cut in a quarter, and now I'm at number 24.
I only need to be a little older,
Then I'll have the courage to settle the score.

I refuse to believe
That a green piece of paper
Holds more value than any life.

I refuse to believe
That love should be limited
To one template or tradition.

And I refuse to follow
A set of rules developed
By a man no different than me.

I wanted to change the world one day,
Then you told me to go back to sleep.

I can't stop writing, or I'm afraid I'll pick you up.
On a few hours of sleep.
Rationality will soon retreat.
That! Will be my time to shine.
I'd be gone by now,
But a cowardice heart.
Beats. And begs. And screams.
It's not fair that you're still in my dreams.
I wake up crying, I LOVE YOU.
I go to kiss you good morning and you're gone.
I just want to be gone.

The part of me,
that played in the rain,
Slowly died with you.

I can't shine as bright as her shimmering eyes, but when I go dull, they'll notice.

I don't think it's fair that-
You got to see my first breath,
And I had to see your last.

You told me I was beautiful,
That you'd kiss every scar,
That you could read "die",
But it was very hard.

You told me I had worth,
I'm NOT a walking corpse,
You told me that I'm something,
But you're not a reliable source.

As I look out the window,
Of this 4th floor office,
No birds will greet me,
But I still yearn to fly.

I don't mean..
The permanent flight,
I mean the beautiful,
Meaningful fall.

That temporary lifetime,
The free fall but I'm tied,
By ever enemy,
And my failed love.

My home is where our souls meet,
Where there is an endless flock of stars above our heads and a sea of green beneath our feet,

My gods are your arms and the looks that you give me,

My heaven is knowing you will be okay when I am gone.

If I was you I'd hate me too,
For all the things I've done.

He was scared that he was only alive,
Because bad things have to happen to someone.

I was fine with being broken,
And dead, and dim.
Happy with the solitude I found myself in.
Then you came along, and turned on the light,
You gave me that putrid reason to fight,
A smile, is all it took from you,
To tear down the walls I've set.
Your voice it burned and healed me too,
Your touch forced it's love in my chest,
You are the reason I'm trying,
Please don't make this a waste of time.
I feel my heart string tying,
You've fixed me so now you are mine.

One day I won't be here for you to fall back on, and I know you will be ready.

Do not grow too attached my love
I am an hour glass
I fear not death, but discomfort.

Tick Tock. Tick Tock. Tick Tock.  
If these walls could tick talk,
Oh the stories they would share,
Unrelenting bill collectors call,
Though she has just finished burying her husband.

"Don't spend the buck if it is not one owned"
We owned them but they were taken along with him. In this years time we will not have a house, but this future is not dim and you are not a thief.

I see humanity, but I'm missing the humans,
Every act of kindness lately has been a writers lie,
I see conformity, but no joint and just cause,
Do we live in the age where heroes are but feed for the mind of a sheep,
Or where heroes are our templates to build a better tomorrow.

Sometimes it gets so cold and lonely,
I fear I'm the man on the moon.