For once, I want to say
why not?
Instead of always asking
why?
I'm sick of this
perpetual fear.
Just let me say
*why not?

Please just lie to me.
Tell me everything is going to be okay.
Tell me that you don't know I'm broken.
Tell me that you understand.
Tell me that it's okay to not be okay.
Tell me to believe in people.
Tell me that the world is lovely.
Tell me that I haven't misplaced my trust.
Tell me that humanity is beautiful.
Tell me that life is worth it.
Tell me that you love me.
Please, just lie.

Nothing good ever happens there,

The kids go there to smoke,
The drunks go there to fight,
And, well, everyone else avoids it.
Except for kids like me,
Who go there to die,
and never come back.

Every town has that place,
Nothing good ever happens there.
Stay away.

I write like I need to breathe.
Desperate words, desperate measures,
If I don't write, the words tumble out anyway.
The poetry builds up in my blood
and I end up saying poetic things
to the cashier at the grocery store.
Bananas are a sad fruit, so desperate for love...
what? ******.

I write and I write,
all at once, or not at all.
I could write five poems at once,
or sit and stare for ages.

Writing for me,
is my escape.
I write to forget,
I write because I need to.

She used to talk, and talk,
A story teller for the ages.
She would chatter and smile,
It enchanted people.

But slowly, she fell silent.
One day she noticed, no one listened.
So why should she talk,
When no one cared what she has to say?

She stopped speaking all together,
Yet no one seemed to notice.
The silence killed her, the stories choked her,
And when they found her hanging, they didn't understand.

Her note asked them why,
Why had they stopped listening?
She would never speak again,
And their care came too late.

He told her she had a beautiful scream.
She tried to be defiant, not to scream again,
But he did unspeakable things.
When he let her go,
She never spoke again.