You used to adore me
Then I finally let you in
And now all you see
Are my flaws and insecurities

Is it all in my head
Or did you prove myself right
Is it because of what I said
Or what I did that night

I was so stupid
I was so foolish
I knew I shouldn’t have done it
But couldn’t help and be selfish

All I wanted was to express
And now I’m depressed
Because of the excess
Actions I could’ve accessed

I can be obsessive
But please see my intentions
I was trying to be impressive
But all it caused was tension

This is my flaw, I know
I just wanted to show
All the love that you deserve
But it’s that I couldn’t preserve

Being real is
the simplest
form of honesty.

Tonight is the night
When I tell you
My truth,
My truth is my love
My truth is my sorrow
My truth are the tears
That fall off of my face,
My heart is in ache
For all it’s ever known is pain
Tonight the scars will be on display
While my eyes paint
A picture of dismay,
As this feeling of void
Has become too hard
To avoid.

in a world filled with clamor and chaos
only she could quell my anxious heart
in her gaze I found my oasis
through her touch I found my home
with her kiss I found my heaven

an unknown form
it must have came in,
in dark

like winter wind
a long squeak inside
deepens in skull and bones

an unsettling silence
trailed
till the dark

Tortured soul
He walks this earth alone
Crying out to be saved
His heart has turned to stone
He’s soul now aimlessly roams
Searching for the light to his darkness
He finds that no one’s home
He put his pen to paper
His savior has become his poems
Capturing all eternal heartache, that life to him has thrown
It brought him sadness
His scarred
Which for he alone atones
For the words he captures
When he gets lost in the zone
Writing from feelings
He will never truly disown
Giving it life, No one will ever condone

As he’s pen bleeds
Inscribing heartache of a tormented soul to these pages
His heart rages
His caged demons scream’s for him to release him from their cages
His inked pen .....now becoming his soul Savior

When the curtain falls,
and the show's all done...
I take off my mask
and become a "no one"

When the audience is gone
My pretence goes away
And from the one who's outspoken
I become the one who's got nothing to say

When I finally try
To be the true "me"
The stage is all deserted
And there is no one left to see....

i am an open book
letters in the wind
words in the weather
there's a storm on the horizon
i tried warning you
once, twice -
i tried telling you
once, twice -
i am an open book
harshness in the mellow
i am an open book

To look at a soul
and not seek
the face
of beauty

To look at a soul
and not need anything more than it offers
too many are judged, in such cruel,
unfair disgust

Look at the beauty of scars
pain, hurt
loneliness
... despair

If you seek beauty
you will never
truly see
the beauty of a soul

I love you because
You mourn a basement flat I never knew
Because your hair resembles monastery gold
And because you love old poems

I love you because
You listen to the words of tiny children
And because your belly is a mountain
You let me climb whenever it pleases me

I love you because
Together naked we are able to defy mirrors
You gave me the son I always wanted and because
I am unable to find the perfect words to fill this page

some people find heaven in
a smell, a taste or a sound
i found heaven in
you,
my love

keep your eyes closed love.

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       m           i
    o                 m
s                        e  
                            s     all you have to
                                                                ­
                                                                ­ l                  is to what the sound
                                                           ­      i            n
                                                  ­                s           e
                                                               ­          t

                                                              ­                               v
                                                               ­                         a        e
                             ­                                          of the  w               s
                                                               ­                                       
                         ­                                                                 ­            tells  you
                                                                ­                                        to do.

If you could read my mind,
You’d see a thousand papers
Filled with broken poetries
And deadbeat proses
Full of woeful verses
With mournful pieces
Of unfinished stories
That are yet to be written
And failed to be spoken;
If you could read my mind,
You’d hear horrible screams
And earsplitting weeps
From shattered dreams,
Kept in a nasty notepad,
Scribbled on a bed
Of bloodstained words,
Ringing in my head.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see the shadows
That lurk within me;
You’d hear the bellows,
Screeching the words
“I’m tired,”
“I’m a failure,”
“I’m stupid –”
I know it sounds stupid,
It’s pathetically foolish
And seems too *******.
If you could read my mind,
You’d feel the tears
I had ever failed to cry;
You’d see the people
That make the weak weaker;
You’d see the monsters
That consume my head;
You’d hear the hollers
That failed to be freed;
You’d see the heart
That still bleeds and bleeds.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see the face
I’ve failed to show back then,
The face I’ve faked back then.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see a character
I had ever failed to become
If you could read my mind,
You’d be able to read
A book you never wished
To touch and read,
But sometimes I still wish
Someone could read my mind.

I love him
I tell myself
I know that
We will be together forever
I don’t believe that
We could be separated
My thoughts tell me that
He’s the love of my life
Sometimes my heart lies and says
I could live an eternity
Without him
Like my friends say
“We’re perfect for each other”
And you can’t tell me
He’s not the one.

Now read from bottom to top.

i really want you to fall in love me with me.
i really want to fall in love with you.
i really want us to fall in love with each other.

It's that moment
when the pieces
of the puzzle
all combine.

And you see a
glorious picture
that you doubted
that you'd find.

And then after
when the pieces
are inspected
each with care.

You see purpose
and see meaning
each too valuable
to spare.

Because you're smart, right?
Pretty charming, right?
Love the way the wind whispers and the rain cries.
Love things other than what Girls like.

Because you like bare face, right?
They're a carbon copy, right?
But you, you're a gem in the rough, undiscovered.
You, you're a lifeform with all of nature's secrets.
You, you're much better. [Right?]

You, you're different than those other Girls,

Right?

the memory of your
presence is felt like an earth//quake

as if my soul has everted,
my heart has been torn...

every wave of emotion
is felt like the first time.

i become a spineless,
speechless,
creature

curling into myself
and crying out the storm
that has lived within me

your presence is missed like
cold rain in summer,

like a scarlet fire drawn in the
center of winter,

and when Autumn
leaves fall like teardrops
from trees,

darling, you are missed
like a heartbeat falling from a
heart

and i shatter myself every day
from the earth//quakes your memory gave

and
you,

you... are missed
relentlessly,
most ardently...

you are the life within me now
and i cannot seep you out from
myself without
uprooting everything beautiful
you grew in me.

I’m a simple man and nothing more, of mediocre means neither rich nor poor.

People misunderstand my quirky ways, I don’t seem to give a flying fig these days.

I’m more than content with the man I’ve become, I march to the beat of my own drum.

I wear my failures like the finest weaves, but not foolish enough to wear my heart on my sleeve.

My imperfections I keep at my feet, so as not to trip I keep up with their beat.

Don’t look to me as shrewd or savvy, I just found in myself a way to be happy.

it's, like, clouds
swallowing a jetliner
whole

dissipation
always
in flux'd