Fall
Everyone writes about fall
In the same way
Crunching crimson leaves and biting cold
Contrasted
By the warmth of someone dear
How romantic I sigh for the 800th time
As I click the backspace in the corner of the screen
To read some more
But i've never liked fall
I mean it's alright with its soggy leaves and wet ground
With its spiders making cozy homes in piles of leaves
But i'd rather be inside
Safe from depressing rainy weather
Because if i'm going to be sad
I’ll do it myself
Comfortably

What's in a name
A sickly copper smelling flower
Moulding midnight roots burrow into soft flesh
Savagely tearing soft pink skin
Hungrily gulping down rivlets of blood
Taste of strong liquor, poisoned by name
But by any other, a flower yields just as sweet

Cold food presented for my pleasure
Frost clinging to a meal unfit
I cannot eat, it’s much too cold im sure
Ungrateful boy

So taking up our arms we eat
Our frozen food and drink
And taking my first bite of meat
I find it dry and inhospitable

I grasp the icy glass
Cracks form in my skin
And breathing deep of noxious gas
I eat cold food again

What do I do
Write another poem, first in months to grace my pen
Scream the same three songs I've always sung until my worries end
But I've sung those songs a thousand times, my throat it will atest
My poetry is without passion, my muse cliche at best
Of all the things i'm “good”at
I’m only best at one
Thus I look inside my hollow chest
At the only prize I've won

Life is kinda like a cup of coffee
The first taste bitter, the flavor, unappealing
I ask others how they can stand the taste, they show me
They add sugar and cream, stirring new flavors and tastes into the bitter liquid
I start to understand, I take a drink
And burn my tongue

My taste buds are dead
My mouth on fire
I smile, my chapped lips cracking
“It's so good!” I say, they smile back
The cracks widen, blood flows from my lips
Down my chin and into the mug
The tatse of blood makes me sick

I take another drink, long and deep
The visous mixture flows down my gullet
I choke on the heat, and close my eyes
To savor the flavor

Deafening silence
Infinitely more powerful
Than a thousand words

A limitless source
Of potential energy
Stemming from lack
Of sound

Silence, can be many things
Alone, scared, deep and thoughtful
Together, peace unlike any other

Silence is many things
Even so, it is anything
But quiet

I’m not happy
I’ve become intimate with the thought
Of my own cold, isolation
I'm not depressed
I can’t call it that
Even if I wanted too
I have no second opinion
No diagnoses of the problems I think I have
I am no one
Just an attention seeker
A midnight weeper
Crying when i'm alone
And dying when im not
Just who do I think I am
To take their thoughts away from you