I thought you were
A contradiction
Tearing me apart
Piece by piece
From your ego
Driven heart
Nothing sustained you
Happily bruising
My soul
Leaving me unmercifully
Ready to fight back
You expected war
But I came
To bring peace

There is no better teacher than pain.
No better coach than sorrow.
As long as you make it through
'til tomorrow.

silk through my hands
life running through my veins
tongues of fish flying past
small rocks off the river bed
and feeling worries run of to the sea
feeling fish worry free
feeling burden rub off on rocks
and the water crystal clear with pure truth
clear like the sky
without a worry I run like a river

Rain drops trickling down my face,
as they wash away the tears.
I'll never forget that horrible place,
revolving around my fears.

Seeing your coffin,
as white as snow.
You were only young,
it was to early to go!

A weary day for,
a bad occasion.
Crying and weeping,
brings a bad revelation.

I run to your coffin,
falling down to my knees.
Why did you take him!?!
Bring him back please!!!

As they lowered your coffin,
I screamed out with hate.
Three words I've never said,
which was my biggest mistake!

"I love him!",
the first time I realized.
But death is unfair,
and there's no compromise.

We spread flowers upon your,
coffin as dark as death.
But just like you,
I'm now out of breath

Not everything needs a poem
Sometimes
it’s already

good enough.

Red were the roses, the ones I left on your casket,
Orange were the leaves, the ones in your tree,
Yellow were the bruises, the ones that covered you head-to-toe,
Green were the stains, the ones left on the hems of your jeans,
Blue were your lips, the day you were found in your noose,
Indigo was the night sky, that night that you died,
Violet was that bruise, the one you wore around your neck

your name is
forbidden in
my mouth
or in my heart
because when
i think about
you;

i'll cry a little more,
hurt a little stronger
love a little softer
because you no longer
make me feel sober

i'm drunk on the
memory of you

Is a poet still a poet
If they do not write?

A journal gathering dust,
But a yearning to write.
Am I still a poet
Without my inner light?

It's a treasure trove
Words tossed up like confetti
Falling in our hearts

Break my bones;
cut my throat.
Pull me open,
learn the ropes.

Breath me in;
taste the fear.
Shank my skin;
stand and cheer.

Kick my head;
let me bleed.
Unbolt my veins;
enjoy the read.

Gouge my eyes;
punch my face.
Wrap me up
in your embrace.

imagine
what it feels like to find
the One

“Social media is taking over our lives,”
she tweeted angrily.

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 like *******.
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 never told a lie to you
that I love you
I told a lie to myself
that you love me..

The moon is always around at night
When your darkness can’t be more bright
Feel the echo attack the silent
It will haunt you, leave you violent

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 see you. The real you.
And I think it’s brave and beautiful the way you love despite all the ways life tried to destroy you

she always smelled like oranges
now i stay away from citrus
distance is
tough
but you see trust
is miles away

Clenched fist holds my heart
to keep it from bleeding
unto the dirt that bares all roots
of a forgotten Earth, once bursting
With the gift of vibrant fruits.

I used to read your poems
but lately you don't write
you're silent and aloof
you know that isn't right.
You can't close a door once opened
you can't abolish all your dreams
you're a poet of the heart
mustn't fall apart at the seams.
Say what you can in words
they speak the message true
spoken from the heart
the poems will see you through.
A hermit's not your style
a recluse, you are not
never give up writing
of things that you've been taught.
I used to read your poems
I'd read them once again
if you would send them out
(this one's from a poet friend)