I'm broken,
like every poet is,
with words falling out
of a broken heart.

What is evil, what is good?
Is it for us to decide, just because we could?
So many laws have been written down,
Book after book, the world is a paper town.
But life is never pure black and white,
Sometimes it's hard to see what is right.
Sadly some efforts are all in vain,
So criminals are left unpunished and victims in pain.
Justice has been served, how nice would that be,
But that's only wishful thinking, don't you agree?

'I could smell your scent, taste your feelings '- hear your beating heart when you touched my shoulder. Even though you faded in this crowded city. This city of freedom we were caged in.'

My home happened to be a house
There were people
There was love
There was home made meals
And memories in the making
Each night as I went to bed
I felt content
and like I was where I needed to be

But as our family got torn apart
The laughter left our house
The liveliness fell away
leaving tears in its place
only some continued to stay there
But much of the once occupied space
was now empty

I no longer felt okay
in my own bed
I didn't care for my room
the building ceased to be more
than just a building
**It was a house
but not a home

I ever loved one man
The one that I thought
was The One

He broke my heart
and crashed my soul
He leave me hanging,
To the pleace I've never known

Five years had past
But the hatred still with me,
The unaswered questions
Still, bothering me.

I know I'm young enough to say
But in my heart I know
His my ONE THAT GOT AWAY.

Where the river bends
and makes its final push to the sea
get out of the boat and swim
to the other shore where
sun,stars, and moon will follow
as the universe aligns with you
the soul less rocks left behind
your heart is the rainbow
you are the light

3 minutes away from midnight,
In bed with the same clothes as yesterday.
You wore me out.

But your presence stayed the night.
And you wouldn't leave when I kicked you out.
To be fair I didn't fight that hard.
And to be haste you broke my heart.
I blame you for the drama that you start.
I blame you for the love you tore apart.
And I feared for the words your lips would depart.

                                                               ­                                   The city grew quiet.
                                                                ­                           The streets were empty.
                                                                ­     The skyscrapers felt taller than ever.

And I'd had killed if I knew you would never resent me.
But your shadow laid in bed with me that night.
It told me all your secrets and held me tight.
I tried to let go but my arms put up a fight.
And now you come back every single night.
I blame myself for the advantage you took.
I haven't seen you in three years but we never spent a night apart.
11:57
3 minutes away from midnight,
In bed with the same clothes as yesterday.
You wore me out.
You left three years ago.

But I'll see you tonight.

the heavy heart is a heathen
corrupter of better nature
committer of soul-treason

fueled by the miserable notion
that death is twilight
and life is dawn

to flight, to flail
to rage, to rail
to weep, to wail
to no avail

to unhope

and all of this minus the mercy