I was once had pure skin the kind that all loved the feeling of
It was soft and gentle like water that runs over smooth pebbles
Time passed and wrinkles twisted and spiraled around my skin turning me old
They enveloped my face turning me ugly
The wrinkles brought bruises on even the slightest bumps
My bones lost marrow and teeth lost happiness
The wrinkles brought sickness to my lungs
I struggled to breathe and my lungs struggled to fight
Then I lost the fight with time
as we all will do
and I happily pranced into the light with my new soft skin

I had a dream
I was a beautiful machine
with nuts and bolts so silver they gleamed
My craftsmanship was perfect I was stunned
Now walking into to crowds I wasn’t shunned
Other machines talking to me via code
But at the end of the day my switch was turned to off mode
I felt as each contraption buzzed then paused
and then I relized being surrounded my a dozen robots
I was lost
My metal plates screamed in agony as I lost control of me
The nuts and bolts came lose and I tumbled
to the ground
A heap of junk I was to be called but the other robots just stood
and watched as I struggled for fuel
help me I screamed as if they could
but they just stood
and stood

Dear daddy
it’s been a couple of years
but it’s hard to understand
why you still bring me tears
I love you daddy

Dear daddy
it’s been 10 years
but it’s hard to understand
why the pain hasn’t cleared
I love you daddy

Dear daddy
It’s been 16 years
but it’s hard to understand
why the love is still fear
I love you daddy

Dear daddy
It’s been 23 years
I finally understand
why you bring me to tears
it’s because
I loved you daddy

There are many reasons why I worry
To many to list actually
My heart pumps fear to every part of my body
This ensures that my brain doesn’t have an escape route
I drown in my own fear with waves of constant anxiety
depresssion circulated throughout my naïve self
The cold wait for death lurks in the back of me
My feet fear exhaustion
My hands fear distortion
My heart fears adoption
So again like i’ve told you many times before
There is no real reason not to worry

This is not a poem about metaphors or similes
This is not poem about sad lives and failed relationships
This is not a poem about happy times and family
This is not a poem about analogies that has a million reasons
This is not a poem about love or hate
This is not a poem about your insecurities or mine
This is not a poem about faults or regrets
This is not a poem about symbolism and ryhme
This is not a poem about strength and confidence
This is not a poem about loving yourself or having peace
This is not a poem about war or death
This is not a poem about colors or textures
This is not a poem about the little details in life
This is not even a poem
This is writers block

If the world was a person it would shine its waters
the world would throw pollution at the sun burning it alive
if the world was a person it would rumble it’s plates under industries
the world would send water to the parched and food to the hungry

The world would shatter stereotypical walls and shatter dictatorships
it would see the starving dogs on the street and give them a name
a home
a loving family
the world would clean herself up while watching those who dirtied her burn in flames

the worlds eyes would be the tallest peaks on mt. everest
it’s arms the rivers that entangle cities and villages
the worlds legs would be the crust underneath your feet
and her mouth would be the air tasting for perfection

If the world was a person politics wouldn’t exist
heaven would be heaven
hell would be hell
there would be no wrong just rights
her colors would be forever shining bright
if only the world was a person...

Underneath your bed there was a monster
He stalked you until he was vanquished
Underneath your pillow there was a silver coin
small enough to fit comfortably in your hand

Underneath your locker there was an unknown space
a space where you kept love notes and gossip
Underneath your cap was a head of freshly cut hair
the professional kind you wear to important things

Underneath your uniform there was a soft soul
the kind that never wanted to **** but had to
Underneath her smile there was an expectant mother
To scared about you to tell you the truth

Underneath your ring was a will to fight
But a will to die was a whole other story
Underneath the wound there was no hope
But there was a recalling of all you had done

You thought I was weak
Ha
You thought I couldn’t handle it
Ha
You thought if you were sweet you would get somewhere
Ha
You thought that you had me all figured out
Ha
You thought I was invisible
Ha
You thought that I could never get anywhere in life
Ha
You underestimate me

it’s a mark not like a cut
and not like a bruise
it’s a symbol of all the determination
and everything we have and will choose

thought you may pass it aside
it holds a large story
just listen to it
and you will be able to hear it’s worry

it hasn’t been used it quite awhile
it’s once decorated finger now bare
it sits on a chair melted in salt and beer
it’s as if you don’t care

It was used for resting a fresh led pencil
and the metallic smell of the pens ink
but now it just sits in a puddle of sorrow
waiting and waiting to think

why is poison so loving?
when it knows death is my fate
the poison fulfills my pleasures
my lungs inhale and then deflate

it calms me down
but it’s just a stab in the back
that two faced poison
self control is what i lack

i fell in love with this poison
not knowing death was it’s mate
i soon came to knew death was vengeful
and i regret taking the poison on a date

you turned my insides black
i regret that we ever met
your smoke blinds me
you two faced cigarette