Your body is cold, bold, and covered in goosebumps
You’re a mess;
A wreck;
A hollowed shell of your former self
Throat is tight, forehead covered in lumps
You’re a sinking ship;
Only concerned with whether or not you remember how to swim
You are sinking;
You do not care
This watery tomb is now your home
Not afraid, no longer afraid of being alone
Reaching through the waves
Looking for a hand to hold

Cantankerous beings wishing only to travel
Hallucinatory drugs to help our minds unravel
Soaring, flying, dreams about dying
Can only tell the truth;
No need for lying
Universe held in the palm of our hands
Seducing the world with evil;
Was never our plan
Flourished forests with evergreen trees
Vast blue oceans;
Containing a variety of beings
We come to this planet;
With intentions of peace
A different breed we be
Not old and not new
Carrying new world ideas
That will move the world forward
Onwards fellow beings
Let us rebirth our lives;
Come with us will you?

As the flowers bloom
My mind, once filled with doom and gloom
Begins to expand
It too begins to bloom
My eyes finally open;
And see the world as it was meant to be seen
I see people whose heart, once filled with love
Descend into darkness
For they no longer bleed love
Instead bleed hate and greed
It’s truly unsavory
It leaves a raw taste on my tongue
When will the world once again learn love?
It only takes one person to change the world
Will that person be you?

I hate you, I hate me, and I hate us
I hate the way you make me feel
I hate the sun
I hate moon and the stars
The rings of Saturn, even Mars
I hate the Milky Way;
And every other galaxy
I hate how we say we’re ok, even when we aren’t
I hate the street and the cars that fill it
The people that drive them;
And the air and how it gets filled with smoke
I hate stoners and the word ****
I hate bass heads, metal heads, and those alike
I hate music and how it makes my insides ignite
I hate my feelings
I wish they would leave
Then I wouldn’t have to make a poem of the things I hate
I hate all things
I hate the way I write
I hate the day;
And I hate the night
I hate how this poem makes me feel;
It fills me up with fright
This is the end of the things I hate
I wish you all a goodnight

Get up
Get dressed
Take shower
Comb hair
Brush teeth
Go to school
Come home
Eat dinner
Go to bed
Repeat
Repeat
Repeat
Wake up, get dressed
Shower, comb hair
Brush teeth, skip class
Write a novel, write a poem
Kiss a girl, kiss a boy
Stay out late, do what you will
Why be the same when you can be different?
Why be the same when you can be yourself?

A new year is upon us
A year older we all grow
We have come quite far
But we have much farther to go
And let us not forget
The mistakes we have made
So that we may enter the New Year
With a new list of how to be great
Let us grow taller, wiser, and kind
For this is a new year
For all of mankind

Through the ashes we rise
Like the Phoenix gracing the skies
Can’t hold us back
Can’t keep up down
We stand united
We will take this town
It will ours
We will call it our own
We are the jaded youth
Coming to grace your face with a frown
Don’t look so glum
Don’t look with fear
It was always destined for us
To take this town

Never in a million years did I think I would lose what I believed to be the only thing that made me, me. Attached to me like a parasite, never to let go. It first became attached when I was young and since then my only choice was to grow around it.
Many years have passed and it slowly began to let go. To let me finally be free. I could see the light through the cracks and was soon consumed by hope that maybe one day this parasite would finally die.
Here I am today, a free body, free to do whatever I like and feel whatever I wish to feel. I am no longer afraid of my feelings and no longer possess a reason to be afraid. The parasite has left my being and after many years the light that poked through the cracks has finally broken through. I overcame my depression. I never thought I would, but yet here I stand. I never thought I would make it. I almost didn’t, for death called me every day and every night, not that I could tell the difference between the two.
I may feel sad and dark some days, but I know it will never be like it once was and I have everyone who has helped me over the years to thank. I am able to be me because of all of you. I love you all and hope that one day your parasites will vanish. Stay strong and never give up, no matter how much you want to.

Traveling down this road
No idea where it goes
Compelled to find out;
I blindly follow
This trail paved in blood and gold
Signs of others journey to success
Perhaps I too will find what I seek
But what is it that I seek?
I wish to be great, but also want to lead others to greatness
I must hurry without delay
Before procrastination plagues my brain
Halfway through the trail I begin to see
Something that wasn’t meant to be seen
Another traveler on their quest to greatness
They appear to be stuck;
In this thick black muck
I offer a hand and they refuse
Now confused I question why;
They refuse my help to aid them to the sky
“I am fine and I need none but myself’
For now I see that their self-righteousness is the cause of the muck
The traveler soon becomes consumed by the black;
And I continue on, for it is what I must do
Now arriving at the end of this road
I find myself dumbfounded
I did not achieve greatness
Wait…
Perhaps I didn’t achieve greatness because I am already great
Greatness has always lied within me
It was the traveler;
The one stuck in the black
That made me now realize that too much self-righteousness will suffocate you
It will blind you from the light
Disarm you, remove you from the golden sight
Greatness is achieved by helping others;
And when I offered a hand
The muck blinded the traveler
I must now stay true;
To myself and my path
I am great;
And so are you

I was six years old when you left me alone
“You’re the man of the house, the king of the home”
“You’re responsible now for your mother and brother”
“I will break your heart so that you may never love another”
“Goodbye son, farewell to you all”
“For I am a coward who runs from it all”
I knew you once as an honorable man
Now I can’t stand to look at you
I no longer call you dad

Slit wrists leaking deep crimson
Thoughts of suicide;
It’s only a matter of time
Until I do it
With no thoughts of regret
The only thing I look forward too
Has it happened yet?
I mean have I already died;
And just don’t remember
Body already cold;
Not even December
Mind is scattered;
Can’t trace the thought
Of being alive
Or perhaps I’ve been deprived
Of life everlasting
I can’t remember the last thing;
I did when I was alive
Perhaps I have lied;
And the outcome is
I had never died;
Because the truth is;
I was never alive

I hate this sadness inside me
I wish that it would go
But I realize that if it no longer resides inside me
I will no longer feel whole
It’s sadness that makes me, me
I hate that this is true
I don’t want it
But I need it
For me to be me
How long must I endure such punishment?
I just wish to be free

My god you are beautiful;
And I just want to take you to;
A dark room with a view;
And sit there, in complete silence
Save you from the world
Oh how it’s so infested with violence
You are mine
I am yours;
And you may do to me as you please
I would do anything for you
Even worship you on my knees
I wish to please you, help you, take away all of your pain
Even if the burden slowly drives me insane
Come over here by the window;
And stare on down
See how to snow beautifully caresses the ground?
That is what I wish to do
Wrap my arms around you;
And squeeze tightly, until the pain is all gone
Now just enjoy the view;
And open your mind and your ears
As we begin our song
And hold hands as if nothing had ever been wrong

Love yourself, love one another
Treat everyone as if they’re your sister or brother
Feed your mind with good vibes
Understand the daily grind doesn’t have to be painful
Step outside and let the sunshine become a part of you
This is life, not a revolution
Don’t let the noise of the world pollute you
Feed your mind, feed your soul
Know that silver is just as good as gold

As I fly high in the sky
Above the clouds
I see them swell with emotion;
And the sky begins to cry
Covering the ground in joy
The people below begin to look up
As they see the tears above
Leaking onto their minds
They slowly come out of hiding;
And they too begin to cry
Now providing the earth below with the joy;
That had been bestowed upon them
They soon begin to join me in the sky
As we continue our quest
To spread our joy across universe

I write like a child, but is that such a bad thing?
The way the child inside wished to be set free
Becoming one with the words;
I place before thee
Take a good long look at this child
For this child is me

Snow yields and rain begins to fall
The ground becomes visible, and grass begins to grow
As we transition from winter into spring
The birds no longer hide;
For they come out in the open and fill the world with song
We strip off our jackets
T-shirts and shorts, now visible to the eye
Flowers begin to spurt from the ground;
The heavens above begin to cry
Showering love and affection, down onto the earth below
For flowers are not the only things that get to grow
A new season is upon us
The last packs up and goes
Humans stand tall next to the flowers
It is our turn to grow

All she wants is for you to hug her and tell her she matters

O’ fair maiden, how I yearn for you. You complete me, you are my sun and my moon. You are the flower, reaching full bloom. The spirit that resides in all of us, making a better man out of me is what you will do. If only you would take my hand, held out to thee in compassion. Thou are my one and only. You are my sun and my moon.

In the dawn of a new age
When we’re supposed to evolve
All of our manners
Have got up and gone
All of our respect, love, and kindness for one another
Has left our bodies
They seek out new shelter
We as humans have come a long way
But for some odd reason
Our love for one another
Has begun to decay
Why is this?
I do not know
But unless we relearn love
We will forever be stuck in time
Unable to grow