Some poets write with pen
And others with pain

If love is a drug
Of course I’m an addict.
And if I fall off the wagon
I want to hit the ground-
I want to fall all the way to hell
Shake hands with the devil
And do the thing
Properly.
What’s the point in rationing something
You know you will always crave
And never have enough of?
I could spend every day with you for the rest of time
And still want more.
So
Knowing that
Why wouldn’t I try
For a few more minutes?
Why wouldn’t I take
Every bit of happiness I can get?
I intend to **** the marrow out of life
And make sure that if I must someday
Starve
I will at least have known what it felt like
To feel whole first.
I want to ache for something I’ve had and lost,
Not worry after something I’ve never known:

If I am going down anyway,
I want to go down
In flames.

I live and breathe these words
Raw emotions
Failed relationships
Love, lust, and heartbreak
These words are my life
My sanity
My blood, sweat, and tears
These words are all I have
When all is said and done
And I will cling to them
Because they are the only acceptance
I have ever known

It is quite painful
To bury an untold story
It scratches and claws the mind
You must bite your tongue
Clench your teeth
To keep the secrets from escaping

"I stole your heart"
he says while laughing and smiling

I whispered while giving him half a smile
"you didn't still my heart....I gave it to you"

Then we both stood in silence
thinking

"Listening at high volumes for long periods may be harmful to your hearing. Raise volume above recommended level?"

OK

Fill me with the sentiments of my fellows
And melodies that course with life.
Everything is short; this song will end soon.
Deaden my ears now -
Who can know when the rest will follow?
Sunrises and sunsets are predictable.
Fill me with the wonders of light and shadow
While my eyes still open.
There are so many flavors of inhospitable and lovely
On this Earth alone.
Fill me with the fire, chill, dread, grief,
And every genre and color of love
While my arms still hold,
Hands still grasp,
Fingers still touch,
And heart still beats.
And words are so easy to speak.
Say them with me, now, now, now,
So we don't have to
Forever hold our peace.
In brief,
Fill me, fill me, fill me,
While I am still here to be filled.