When we were young,
Grown-ups told us that
When boys throw rocks and
Stones and pull your hair and
Shove you into the dirt, it means
They like you.

But they didn't tell us that when
Boys like you, it means they're
Going to throw insults and
Pull your heartstrings
And shove your face
Into the mistakes
You've made.

Dear Friend,
I'm lost. No I’m not, but I’m clueless and facing huge decisions. My heart is in one direction by common sense tells me another. Does money outweight artistic freedom? What defines happiness? Where am I going? Do I need to decide now?
I'm not looking for guidance, merely an ear. Life is staring at me man. I want to ask for help but I know I'm a hell of a lot better than that. I know I'm stronger than that. I know I'm older than that.
But I like to think back and reflect, it's cool man. Thinking of my childhood, when I was younger and it didn't matter. None of that sh*t mattered and that made life so easy. A job meant dressing up as a fireman and laughing- not a 9-5. What is a 9-5? Am I ready?
Time will tell.
I'm going away soon. Life matters. Life is hard.
I'm not depressed. I'm not dying. I have just been hit in the face by reality.
The best part is, I'm man enough to have a strong right hook to throw back.
Look out world, look out strangers, look out mystery, I'm here; and I'm excited.
  
Yours Truly.

It's been a year since you left,
Six months since you last visited,
(But I didn't see you then).
When you left,
I thought I'd never see you again.
But when you came to visit
I thought that that would be my last chance
But you barely even left the house.

When I heard you were finally coming back
I figured that you'd be lazy
And not want to leave you house.
But your brother dragged you out
And I finally saw you.

As I turned down the road
And saw you for the first time
All I could think was
"Oh God!  Not again!"
An infinite amount of emotions
Slammed into my heart
All at once

It was all I could do
Not to throw myself into your arms
And cry tears of joy.
We fell into our comfortable insults and jokes
Just as soon as we saw each other.
It felt like you had never left;
Like it was any other weekend.

The next few days we just hung out
Talking, joking, insulting one another.
It seemed like we were thrown into the past
When nothing had pulled us apart
Before either of us made the mistake
Of telling the truth.
Watching movies
And giving commentaries
While eating pizza and soda
As we lay of the bed.

I wish we could rewind time
Just so we can relive those amazing moments.
But looking back on the past few days
And all those years we were together
I realized
I really do love you.
Never before
(Or after)
Have I ever been so close to someone
(ANYONE!)
Never have I told somebody so many secrets
Never has someone known me so well
Never has someone been able to say
"Oh she would say this"
Or "Don't say that, it'll make her mad"
Never have I been able to be myself and not feel uncomfortable
Never except when I'm with you.

I wish we still lived in the same country.
I wish there weren't oceans separating us.
I wish that I had the courage to give you these poems.
I wish you were here to help me through this move.
I wish I was in Sweden with you
(Or you were here in America with me)
I wish
I wish
I wish.
Only wishes are left.

I wish I could tell you I love you
I wish you knew how much!
I wish you knew I never loved someone as much as I love you.
I wish I had the courage
The courage to send you all the poems
I've ever written about you
Because there are so many
With so many words
That you'll never here.

I wish
I wish
I wish

Sometimes, when my head goes funny;
When my body shakes
and I whimper to myself,
When loud noises, and sudden movements
make my body twitch,
When I hate to be touched,
When my breathing becomes rapid,
And I talk to myself.

I am with my family,
And I must not show it,
So I sit in silence,
And my eyes study the scratches in the table.

Sometimes, I can hide away,
And I rock myself to calmness,
Talking to myself.
Sometimes, a soft voice soothes me,
And I stroke my arms,
And it tells me to breathe.
Sometimes, the voice is unkind,
And it stabs at me
with sharp words.
It makes my lower lip tremble,
And it makes me fear my own reflection.
Sometimes, the voices argue.

Sometimes, when my head goes funny;
It gives me urges
to throw things out of windows,
So I lie on the floor, with my hands underneath me.
It gives me urges
to feel pain,
So I hold my hand under the hot tap
until it goes numb.
It makes me crave
the cold,
So I walk in the rain, without a coat
until my clothes are soaked through.

This evening,
I wanted to feel cold,
So I walked outside in my pyjamas
and the grass felt cool and damp on my bare feet.
I lay down on my side,
And I looked at the bricks on the wall
at the side of the house,
And I studied the silver trails the snails had made;
They reached up, almost to the roof,

And I thought about the slow, clumsy snails.
And I thought about how they could reach
just the same heights
as any winged insect in the garden,

And I found that very interesting.

Oh my...
not sure if I am naughty
not sure if I am nice
not sure if I am fire
upon which you're trying to throw some ice
Playing games as you please
dangerous...danger...dangerously.
Just being me and yet a smile suddenly shines bright
simple and easy, I like it. It's nice.
cruising and living, not slow and not fast
Until...
playing games as you please
dangerous...danger...dangerously.
Mouse in the street, Cat's out to play.
you keep putting out cheese
you keep luring me...
playing games as you please
dangerous...danger...dangerously.
But I'm pretty damn sure,
if it came down to you and me
you'd be grabbing your heart
you'd be sweatin a storm
and your mind would be blown
as though a gun shot your brain through the door.
Playing games as you please
dangerous...danger...dangerously.
and my high heels will click
in the darkest back alley
chittering, glittering, click clack
Wham! Bam! POW!!!
Game over

When you want to bump and grind, I would rather you do it from behind
The thought of your body thrusting mine....
Really puts me in a bind
Now I know why your single at forty
There Is nothing about  that's makes me horny
I would love to throw you in front of a bus
And watch pop like a big ball of pus
There it is you fucking prick
Now do me a favor and make this quick


Xoxo Morgan Humphrey

I will never truly see, how you could sit and watch
As they grew without you or your presence
You knew they needed a statue to grow
Like ivy climbing a wall
Yet instead, you buried your head in the alcohol
No one forced your hand
No one held a gun to your head
It was your choice, YOUR choice to sow the seeds of these vines
Yet you turned your back, and like a careless entity
let them grow, all alone with nothing to cling to but the crumbling walls of a downtrodden building
Built up by man
Strengthened, by his desire to create
Weakened, by his neglect, and the maltreatment of others
Why, Why would you sit by and watch, from a distance?
How could you stop caring?
These vines were yours, this ivy, YOU planted.
And like a child, you chose to throw them aside like they were nothing
Years go by, the vines have climbed their way up the wall, thick, and strong.
Surviving on their own, with the wall to support.
I guess, maybe you thought it was best?
Maybe, it was what was right, to let them grow on their own, to fight, and scratch, and claw their way up on their own.
They became stronger that way, relying on a broken surface to guide them.
So that they would not become like you.
The withered, hollow hull of a man, longing for a second chance, to tend to his ivy.
Maybe your chance isnt gone
Maybe, there is still time.
Not for the grown, Lush ivy that stands, but for the ivy they will one day themselves, sow.

Life
Is a marathon
On an endless
Gravel road
The rocks sends
Jars of pain
Through your ankles
As you run
They trip you
Over
They scrape
Your knees
As you fall
Little rocks
Make their way
Into your shoes
And stab your feet

Life
Is a sheer cliff
We have to climb
To reach the top
An exhausting exercise
Jagged overhangs
Of rock
Juts out of the cliff face
Threatening to throw you off
Your path
Up and
Up
To the promised
Paradise

Life
Is an ocean
Where you have to
Fight for your breath
Keep your head above
The water
And try to avoid
Getting sucked into
The downdraft
Of currents

But it’s the
Little things
That count

The scenery
And nature
Along that gravel road
The boundless sky
Stretching out
Into the horizon

The many species of
Moss and flora
That grow in the
Nooks and crannies of the
Cliff wall
Are little surprises
That makes us look
Forward
To more

Although you’re
Treading water
With all your
Might
It doesn’t hurt
To just
Take a dip
And see
The colourful reef
Teeming with
Life

It’s all these little things
That make the struggle
Worth it

throw out the old thought think in the new goodbye to old me hello new day clearing paths not blazed love for life nurture whom you can rage against hate feed those who are cold up  down around love all in the human race warm and don"t disgrace with misfortune  and distaste try to keep  a brave face deep woods or outer space cherish and protest the human race