As you pack my bags, Mom
Wrap an ounce of Faith too,
The One You have in me.
For there are times,
When you are not around.
There's dusk, twilight and
Gloom
And that innocent bud fears to
Bloom.
Darkness keenly creeps in
And sunshine witfully shys away.
Goodness faints and
Wickedness prevails.
I begin to stumble and fumble.
I (unfortunately) begin to resemble
All but myself.
Then I shall secretly open my bags
And cling on to that ounce of faith.
I tell you Mom...
I tell you, for sure
I will emerge a stronger being
That day
I will be myself
That day...

I told him I was fine,
But then he looked at me and said:
"If you're going to do that,
Then I want you to take my arm,
and cut as many times
you would yourself",
I stared in disbelief.
Told him I couldn't,
Couldn't cause him such harm.
Not ever.
Then I suddenly froze
Struggled to breathe, struggled to speak.
Lost feeling all the way through my toes.
In that moment, I saw it,
Deep in his eyes.
I finally understood.
And I stopped telling lies.

My heart is going to stop
beating
any moment now.
As I try to keep
up
with the current of life.
Reading books
and poetry,
dancing at clubs,
smoking cigs
at parties,
taking shots until
I'm rolling on your
carpet.
You see I'm living
a lifestyle that bound to
catch up with me.

My heart beats
and time passes by
while I lie down on my
bed and stair at the ceiling.
Thinking of the
time I spent with you,
talking to you about
**** I didn't know
anything
about.
Yet you still listened.

My heart continues to
beat for no
other reason but
to keep me alive.
And I keep living
because I will not go
out quietly, I'll rage on
maybe cause
Dylan Thomas told me
to.
But his heart has stopped
now
and mine will one
day.

She only writes in black ink;
her thoughts are much too dark
for the blue.

My heart is not one half of a whole
I am whole on my own
I do not need anyone to complete me

But my heart does have one lonely hand
Looking for another to hold
And it will continue to look
Until it finds one that fits

Perfectly