I am a warrior of sort
Art in ceramic, paint, clay,even tape
Whatever I can shape, words
I try to recreate a world
That stigmatizes creativity
And I laugh because they will need me
We live in a place full of hate
Corporate hands that are heavy
And a mother that is sick
From the evils we invent
Earth evolving, at an alarming rate
To soon emanate the overshoot
Of our population, that has overtaken her health
And wealth is still only measured by paper
Intelligence by our ability to be intellectual
I create, and soon enough they will see
They need me.
And I will be part of a powerful force
That has been overlooked
A warrior, single soldiers
Marching along with all the other creators
And problem solvers of the world
Now stand there and stigmatize
Hide behind a degree
Tell me my dreams mean nothing
I am an artist, why is that so funny?
Will it still be when we are all running?
From the re-precautions of out today
Will what I do still seem like play
Or will we see it a different way
Creations and good ideas embraced
And when creators try to save the world
When they are finally heard
Will things stay the same?
Art be the bottom
Of the shoes successful people walk on
The socks of corporate stature
Will they still overlook the power of creation?
Power
Don’t forget about the people
We do more than math
We can heal, just like we have harmed
Time to be alarmed, time to listen
New generation, faced with this new condition
Said the artist
As no one listened

I worked 12 hrs straight today, and my feet don't hurt half as much as my heart does. And my body turn, run like wheels, only a fraction that my mind did. Trying to figure out how to un-notice, un-like and un-love. It has never been a Strength of mine to forget, only a weakness when I need to remember.But my feet do hurt, my mind is over worked and I feel, just feel my heart , and I hurt. To bad you don't know I am beautiful.

why cant i say i need someone to care about me right now
i need someone to want me
to talk to me
to kiss, and long after
what is this disaster i have fallen
into a cycle that is
i admire and see,and feel the beauty of the world
and no one seems to admire, see the fire
to feel or seek me
and that is fine
but thats a lie
i feel so lonely
long for longing
touching a shadow
wishing it could feel me
chase after dreams
that seem to be reality
want hands to hold my face
to draw me in
and share my space
and time after time
i reach my dreams
but i sleep alone
no one is home
but me

You ***** a little girl.
And I saw you as a good dad
And my familys ****** up
I feel so crazy as I look up
To the sky, and through applications
I have to find a place for her
To live, as cancer steels her life
Her big personality, as finalizing choke out of me
What I am suppose to say
And as people I care come crawling out from
Dark, I park myself in the one ray of light
Fighting to stay the person that I am
Uncle you are a tweeker, But I love you
But you steel from my dyeing grandmother
I WILL ******* KICK YOU
Right in the teeth so you wont smile at me anymore
I will die
When they burn down that old house
I will die
When she lets cancer take away everything
I will die
When I don’t know what to say and its to late ill die
Frustration  overtakes me, someone save me
Im failing. No one will help an old lady out for real?
Whats the deal. What kind of world do I live in
And rewind. He touched a little girl
My grandmas is soon to be homeless
Because they will take
What made my childhood
And my uncle finds everything
He can take and runs away
And I stand alone
Trying to find her a home
And fathers day is on the way
But I don’t know what to give him
Maybe a letter that says
Thanks for growing up
Once I didn’t need a dad
And at the end
I'm still mad
Happy please find me
Please find me
*so lost, I cant even find the right buttons, right words... ****** poem, ****** home.

Stinging.
I build myself up higher
Not even your fire can burn me down
Stone
Cold
Alone
But  alright
Fighting you
Fighting light
No fun while I’m young
Because I am a flower
I have to be picked
Picked because you admire
My sweet smell, color, desire
Nothing to eat
Process and excrete
Nothing to use
Then leave
******* and your kind
You make the world hard
Scared, battered and bruised
Lips like these will never please,
A stupid degenerate like you.

*Sad thing is I have never let boys like that in, but they still break my heart. They let something turn them into a monster, tear them apart. You are worth being loved, but you feel its to far.

We are not all broken.
Just because I have struggled
Doesn’t mean I am unlovable
Just because she said…
Most women are broken
Means nothing
I am just as much complete
Will and hard work once meet
Sculpted who I seek to be
Belittled by something so week
Flee from me
Negativity, seems to find me
It’s so whiny
I’m to shiny
Sulk, self-pity, loathing
You’re too boring
Over worn
Over used
I’m good enough
I’m full
Put together
More mature

Something is bitter sweet
That you will never read
What I write
Words that explore
Inside your eyes
Between the lines
What surface hides
How sweet you are
Tender, kind
Awaiting the moment
To see something
Less… but all I find is honest
Is more, is blessed
The only flaw I see
Is how clear I can be
Because you see right through me
But you didn’t
So even that
Has fell flat
Brighter and burning through
I just wish to touch you
But my dreams are calling me
And you have no desire for me
So tell tomorrow tell you call on me
Either way, tomorrows brave
Tomorrows bright
Tip toe reaching for the sky
Tell I take flight
wave and smile
say goodbye
tear fogged vision
streaky cheeks
sun light mission
passion peeks
new journey to wherever it leads
heart will stay heavy
until i hear you speak
silence is the only grey
In my rainbow life I chase today.

Mom
I look inside your eyes a realize you are human
Inside that part of life, fleeting time
Misty eyes, you are lost
I forgot
You are human

Remember how I thought of you
Like superhuman, superman but you were super women plus ten
Always thoughtful, always true
Stuborn in what made you, you

Mother I have cried, lost in struggle
Lose my stride
but re found and got up
Always knowing you were right
By my side, held up high

Now I step aside, and watch
The ever knowing has finally stopped
do my eyes lie
or had i just forgot
we are all just human
we all get lost
fall down and get back up
mom hold my hand
we both can jump

So funny how words spill between us
A poetic conversation flooding
Understandings and questioning
Everything
One moment lights up like hope upon butterflies wings
The next unveiling a garish harsh truth of reality, perched alongside loneness
Words coloring inside lines
Fuzzy gray trying to hide
Nothing is really quite
Balck and white
Every relationship really knows no bounds
Only defined by the individuals its wrapped around
Unique as life, its complexity
Just like your eyes seeing into me
You couldn’t say we are average here
Your words are what bring color to my life
And beauty to a blade of grass and autumn leaf
To a blue jay, to the passion I seek
An icon image into what life is supposed to mean.

The only thing people do together in loneliness is feel it.
Its once connection or love happens that it’s stolen
But loneliness has a pull in
Like water to a drain
All the molecules the same
But lost, forgot and replaced
Loneliness is a universal thing
But I feel alone in it
Together we hold the solution
But reality is what we perceive
Not what’s actually happening
One of the only things humanity collectively does
Is feel loneliness
Alone
All
Together
The irony