I heard you in the night.
I saw you in the light.
I took comfort in you,
But who are you?
I have written to you,
Asking, "who are you?"
"Who am I?"
"Why wont you answer me!?"
I have learned your name,
We have talked,
We have cried.
Why are you ignoring me?
I love you!
Answer me!
I need inspiration,
Please help me find them!
I write to them more when i need them, asking
"Where did you go?"
"Why did you leave me?"
They never answer,
but I know they read the letters,
I know they can hear me,
Please come back,
You are all I have!
Poetry?
Please come out,
I need you,
I miss you.

Do you ever wonder why sunflowers follow the sun?
Its because there is darkness inside of them,
They hold onto it,
But they are greedy,
They want light too.
But they can not have both.
They keep the darkness,
Passing it to their seed in hopes they can have the light and the dark.
But we know they can not.
They keep the darkness.
Because if they let go, they fear they will never grab hold of the light and they will have nothing.
If they let the darkness go,
They fear they shall forget their past,
And have no future.
So they keep the darkness,
Never knowing what true light is.
Even though they look happy or surround themselves with the emotion,
The will never know the light,
Because all they have,
Is darkness.

Even though it’s broken
It’s still beating.
That’s the thing about hearts,
Even though they break they still work.
Beating away,
Day after day,
Hour after hour.
Keeping its broken human going.
Able to breath,
Able to think,
Able to do most anything,
But love.
When a heart breaks,
Darkness is let inside,
The heart can only take so much darkness.
Until the day it shatters.
So,
Let a little darkness in,
But,
Before it’s too late,
And your heart stops beating,
Turn a light on.
Talk about it,
Buy some duct tape,
And patch the heart together,
Again,
And again,
And again.
Because the truth is,
It will break again.
But whether you turn the light on and talk about it,
Or let the heart shatter,
Is completely up to you,
And you alone.

I am a porcelain doll.
Children play with me a lot!
They swing me around and treat me like a daughter.  
I love them!
But, they got a new toy.
I go in the closet.
I wait for years.
Watching them.
They play with and break every other toy.
All their toys are gone now,
Except for me.
Here they come!
It’s my turn!
They pull me out,
We have tea.
He wants to join!
She wants him to go away,
So he takes me.
They both love me again!
He makes me fly.
No.
I’m falling?
I roll down the stairs.
I shatter.
They pick up my pieces,
Throw me into the dark, smelly ebis,
They ask for a new toy.
Because I, am a broken porcelain doll.

They laugh,
But I keep dancing.
They laugh at how I look,
What I wear,
What I eat,
They laugh
At what i love.
But i let them.
I let them laugh because who am I?
Who am I to ruin the fun?
I give them new reasons to laugh.
From a failed makeup attempt,
To my art,
To my writing,
But i let them laugh.
I let them laugh because i like seeing them happy.
Sometimes i dance to the song in my head.
But,
When i want to dance and there is no music,
I dance to the sound of mockery.
They laugh.
They mock.
I dance.

“I am lied to,
I am deceived,
I am hurt ,
I am broken,
I am split,
I am dust”,
All things our heart has whispered,
Into our souls.
Which are whispering to our minds,
“I am lied to,
I am deceived,
I am hurt,
I am broken,
I am split,
I am dust”.
And the mind replies,
“I am lied to,
I am deceived,
I am hurt,
I am broken,
I am split,
I am dust”.
Our souls,
Our hearts,
Our minds.
They are all tired.
Tired of the lieing,
Deceiving,
Hurting,
Breaking
Splitting,
And cremating.
Our hearts, minds, and souls
Are sick of this abuse,
“We want a break” they scream,
“We are done with the abuse.”
Then the heart shuts down,
Then the mind.
And finally,
The soul convinces the body,
“Your in pain, those pills can make it better”
The body takes a pill,
“No” the soul says,
“All of them” it whispers.
The body takes them all,
It Falls asleep.
“It didn’t work” the soul screams,
“Pick up the blade, it will give you sweet release from this pain,”
The soul coaxes “it wont hurt.”
The blade cuts,
The blood drips,
The body is dying.
“Finally” the soul celebrates,
“No more suffering,
No more pain,
No more deceiving,
Its over”
The soul shuts down.

I am an idea.
I allow others to change me ,
View me,
And listen to me.
I am okay with all of this.
But what’s not okay,
Is when I get ignored.
I start to die.
I get
Quieter,
Smaller,
And weaker.
Until the day I disappear.
I am no longer heard.
I was an idea