If you saw me agian
Would it be as a friend
Or as a foe
Would our acquaintancship end
Or would it grow
I hurt you
You hurt me
I guess you were right
That we leave another be
So although I wish to know
if you are alright
We would be better
As two ships passing in the night

Broken pieces of your shattered heart lay on the ground
You know you have gone through this before but that does not make it hurt less
Tears roll down your face
you wonder what hurts more
the impact of your heart shattering
or the cuts the jagged edges leave on your fingers
eventually you gather up the fragments
like broken glass the pieces fit together but will never be the same
but your goal is not to rebuild the same
but to rebuild better
your fingers become lacerated against the medium of the art
but cuts turn to calluses which can withstand the torment
as the portrait comes together and the mess becomes a masterpiece
you are proud of what you made
people gather around to witness its beauty
and some people say it’s not the picture that gives it it’s beauty
but the light that shines through it
but as the people stop coming the light starts to dim
but there is still one person who comes around to see it
when she becomes the only one you offer it for her to keep
she embraces the picture and holds it up to the sun
it shines bright and brilliantly as it once did
but now with it in her hands she can see all of the flaws
she can see the mistakes and she can see all of the un-fixed cracks
out of surprise and fear she lets go of the art work and it shatters
Broken pieces of your shattered heart lay on the ground
You know you have gone through this before but that does not make it hurt less

Red, Blue, Black, Green, Yellow
Red ruby scarlet beauty dancing before my eyes
You come up to taste the air
But the more you feed the farther it flows
But to follow the flows and your passion grows
Until you become a rushing wave and crash upon yourself
Causing a rush of Blue to come bursting though
Churning and turning, destroying what lays in its path
Bringing about the endless Black witch you have always feared
Nothing is left unscathed
Nothing is left untouched
But if you give it some time the Green will return
And the land will flourish anew
And one day the flowers will bloom with the brightest yellows you have ever seen

My heart may cry
Relationships may die
And you may run away from me.
My soul is sad
My mind is mad
But it will not bring you back to me

Is this where it all ends?
Can we still be friends?
I don't blame you if you never want to talk to me
Even though you have made your self a part of me
I am not good for you
I am poison to you

When I would call
We would fight
And then we would be silent
Through the night
But I kept calling
Till you stopped texting

And then I stopped calling
Without you texting me
Why would you want to talk?
Why would you want to see my ugly face?
Why would you waste your precious time on me?
Why would you want to hear the shriek of my voice?
Why would you want to expose yourself to the disease that I am?
Why would you want to keep me in your heart?

But for me you are still right here

But you are still here
Right where you have always been
You take the spot of a friend who has always been with me
Through my best and my worst
You have seen me laugh, fight, yell and cry

I protected you when your "best friend" turned her back on you
You protected me when my "true love" broke my heart
I yelled at you when I saw the cuts on your wrist.
You yelled at me because I was "too tough" to tell you my feelings
I stood by you as your mother kicked you out if your house
You stood by me when I lost what I had been working five years to get
I cheered for you when you were awarded all of those art awards
You cheered for me when I couldn't handle all of my sports awards

We lost our innocence to each other

You scared me when you told me you were pregnant
I surprised you when I said I was willing to take care of it

But you were just joking and we laughed

But now I go back to my rhyme
Thank you for spending your time
To listen to what I have to say
And I am sorry that I can not stay

Goodnight sweet angel don't ruin your voice crying
there's a smile on my face as I am slowly dieing
Just remember all that I did for you
So that on my corpse you can build anew

Please rejoice you are free
From the monster that is me
But
Even with anger you did not want me to go
But this is for the best and that I know

Goodbye my best friend I am sorry that I have to go so soon
And leave you in the dark without
light from the moon
But I have to go home and pack
Because now when I leave I can not come back

I am sorry for the **** I put you through
And for the things we used to do
I am sorry that never again will we say HI
I am sorry
That this is my last Goodbye

Let me be your fighter
Your knight in shining armor
I will raise my blade for you
And show you what I can do
Just give me a cause to defend
And I shall protect it till the end
I shall hold it close to my heart
And ensure it never falls apart

Come here and take my hand
To protect you I will take a stand
For I am a knight that fights alone
To protect the one on the throne
Go and hide behind the wall
Get to safety I will stall
Please make it out safe and sound
Even if my body is laid in the ground

Don't you cry upon my death
This is no tragedy like Macbeth
But a honor that I am proud to take
For protecting a friend is no mistake

Oh how I wish to be lost to the shore
But to throw myself in, I won’t to be sure
For I am sure that my dive
Won’t help anyone thrive
Although I wish to be lost to the shore

I wish my life to be a camp fire
It’s an unreasonable desire
I want to give help to those who plead
But only as they shall need
Then be extinguished, like a camp fire

I wish to be consumed by the earth
To give sustenance to the mighty hearth
I won’t be remembered by what lives
And the peace that it gives
I wish to be consumed by the earth

I wish to leave like the wind
A simple breeze passing through the trees
Lost, forgotten, smooth, quick
No one cries for the wind
No one worries where the wind went
Weather the wind brings chaos or tranquility
No one remembers the wind

Doce, to inform, to tell, to teach

This can be one in a classroom

on top of a hill or standing on a beach

but however

anyone can preach

so then what should we learn?

what should they teach?

Me is me

but who

should I be?

an eighteen year old

graduate to be?

or a man

for the world to see?

A christian

or a wiccan

a athlete

or a nerd

or should it pertain to everyone

that none would find absurd

Veritatem, the truth

the problem of

the sleuth

what if undeniable

even when uncouth

that can be shown with

undeniable proof

Whose truth?

The truth as I

believe it to be

or the truth that you

can clearly see?

or the truth of how society

would want us to be?

The truth as written by

the dumb ox?

the summary that wraps theology

into a little box

Or a much older book written

in the lord's name?

but which version of it?

because no two are the same

The one with many gods

"do as you will harm none?"

or how about the one that only has one?

"treat your neighbor as you would treat your self"

So weather your gods are poly or mono

the ide is the same

don't harm any person

in any god's name

and this is a truth that is

rarely refuted

and no matter what religion it is

not disputed

but is there any other

truth in life?

one to be said without

battle or strife

If there is we should learn it

and yell it from thee mountain top

so "Doce Me Veritatem!"

and maybe violence will stop