Can you die
if you never existed in the first place?
will the thoughts that aren't mine ever leave?
living a lie
with rusty nails holding my soul in one piece
Doctors hoping to see what I swore was there
bruised flesh covering my own to show a person that isn't me
loving a ghost who never died
but isn't quite alive

I want to be a person again
a person of my own, no longer
splitting life between the people that make me up
carefully sewn thread piecing so many souls together
unable to remember
what did I do when I wasn't me?
Will I miss my voices when they're gone?
clocks ticking ticking ticking
tears not from me
they want to be heard too
and I want to let them

Yellow roses in fields where they play,
hoping I'd join them
I'm here but I'm there too
a kiss with a ghost I don't want to leave
but I can't live until they do
I don't want my voices to leave

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)

Your may have hurt her,
But you did not break her.
You did not destroy her.

She will always be stronger than you,
simply because its just true.

You are nothing to her and to me.
and thats just what you will always be.

And they will never know my name
or what I want to wear
I'll just bleed a bit to feel sane
and burn what I used to wear
Cuz I don't care
No I don't care

I don't even know my name
and is that really fair?
I'll build a crumbling tower of blame
and hurl myself off there
I just don't care
No I don't care.

when people are in love
they often say
they simply fell
tripped over their own two feet
face forward
and into the arms of their beloved

i did more than simply fall
onto the ground of your love

you, for me
were an ocean
and i dived
headfirst
roughly
harshly
almost painfully
into the waters of “you”

i knew i could not swim
but i did so anyway
i was drowning
entangled in you
surrounded by this being of “you”
engulfed in this feeling of “you”

and i did not know what came over me
but i let myself drown
i did not try to swim back up
because if i went back to land,
releasing myself from your grasp
that would mean losing the feeling of “you”

and after
submerging into the depth
the love
the passion
of “you”

how could i ever leave?

Would you just shut up and listen?!!!!!!!!
Just, please... hear me and my vision.
Let me share my "invalid" opinion!

   I know you don't care, but I do.
I just want to be of importance too!
I want to share something I know to be true.

Can we have an actual conversations?
Not one that includes only your invasions?
I can't just sit here and listen to your expectations.

I am tired of being scarred
but you leave me charred,
and you make life so hard.

Please, just shut up and listen...