I'd give a penny for your thoughts
If I thought that there was something
Anything at any time but now
Come to think of it there's one thing
The thought that you could have a thought
Is worth a penny not just nothing
So take the penny and know that
Your thoughts have value
Even though it's just a penny
It's still something

Beads of sweat ,
Breath down necks,
And the prayer
That this is destiny
For more than a few minutes.
Perhaps at least two of us
Will outlive our teenage lust
And find out what it means to love.
The rest of us
Will all stay stuck
And marry some pretty face
Belonging to a person
We will never know.

To be empowered is to be proud
To be proud is to be hopeful
And to be hopeful you must fear
Because to fear is to be human
And be human you must withdraw
And to withdraw you must have a soul
And to have a soul you must be alive
And to be alive you must have a heart
And to have a heart you must let them go
And to let go is to be empowered

Wash off your skin
like all the thoughts are going along
down the drain
You are not these voices in
your head
You are not the fear
forming in your heart
Or the knots
tying in your stomach
from what they said

You're more
there is love in your soul
that deserves
to be accepted

You deserve
to be accepted

arranged all in rows
tamed
well life is not like that
it comes with dissonances
and travails
and the blessed part is,
surprisingly,
is the best things are always
bittersweet.
I can rhyme,
I can sing,
I know cadence and hymnals and
all the various structures
you wanna stuff life into
it don't work that way,
if you do say pose a prose or poem
or problem in one way
there are ten million at least
gonna not see it.
life is not a box all
geometric symmetrically
straight lined  x equals y
nor are lives
life stinks a lot
I guess
what I am proposing
is why make it seem
like anything
but what it is
a struggle
U struggle I struggle
to make sense of  it all and it's too big
too vast
too complicated
I  like flowers
Buttercups among my favorites
but sometimes I hate them too
because i like dandelions
and the man is trying to grow only
flowers

You keep presenting yourself
walking proudly in this cold & empty room.
I know you don't want to leave,
what are you without me anyway?
You rely on the sickness of my existence,
the alcohol breath that pours out during the weekends & the tobacco stains hidden underneath my fingernails.

I thought that you left me,
but it was then that I truly met you.
You had a name but I failed to acknowledge you.

I met a friend of yours before,
we played a game of Russian Roulette that involved empty stomachs & impulsive work out routines.
He gave me unimaginable power, to lie & cheat.
That's how you won,
by gaining gratification while gazing at your reflection in the mirror. He was persistent.
I tried to let him go,
but he called you.
You must have lost your car keys when fetching him because you're still here.

Now it's 5 years gone,
I still see you,
I still see him.
We're seeing people to prepare me for your future departure,
there's not much out there though so you might as well stay.