I'll play the tinker toy,
You play your game.
Use me, abuse me.
For boredom, I'll take blame.
Emotional backboard
My role and my place.
I'll keep you happy
Til you forget my face.
My role as your keeper,
One of tarnished brass,
Is full of rewards
Seldom worth all the gas.
And please hear me beg you,
A toy of my own,
To fill in the space,
That you just leave unsewn.

Hey let's go back inside
It's midnight and it's raining
Everything I said was wrong
Please forgive me baby
I won't try and save you
I just want you to be better
Please baby come on
We're crying and it's raining

The wine is gone and we're alone
You and me and the demons
Blurry eyed I begged you why
And your silence drove me crazy
It's some sick kinda hubris
That makes me take the blame
For the burden of your sorrows
From this life and the demons

I can see you shaking
And I know it's not the cold
I'll hold and warm you anyhow
This time I'll get it right
Hard enough to **** the demons
Warm enough to say I love you
Please don't say you feel me shaking
Cuz we know it's not the cold

I don't want power in a poem
Just some rhyming light and whipped
With enough empty space and air
To take the place of subscript

I don't want to hear you sing of pain
I'd rather you stick to scheme
Keep rhymes in time and don't ask why
You’ve all lost the will to dream

I'd break every pen that's mightier
And fight freedom of the verse
Censor you to cold and heartless
Ensure passion’s home in hearse

I'll bleed your words dry of their wisdom
Make them all just ink on page
Dilute the work back into form
Homogenize center stage

A stranger's name on skeptic tongues
A taste like blood and foreboding.
The spice of a new kid.

Foam bleeds through the teeth of my peers
Bile green, it’s words and it’s venom
This thing they call “fun".

A game played with barbed wire fists,
Acid, poison, whips, guns and swords.
No rules but they're winning.

They called me Bluebird
I one short, fat, and sad.
Accurate if only I’d fly.

Raccoons and kestrels
Hunt a bluebird til death.
Dear God how I wish I could fly.

Once I was Bluebird.
Existence encumbered.
Stained life released via knife.

Witness, you hungry young hunters,
The blossom of seeds that you sowed.
Bleeding chrysanthemum.

I carved my name into my chest,
The wings broken and defeathered
Of bluebird now red.

Peace feels like longing and defeat,
But I fly on wings of my own
Pray safe from the world.

The poets call it cupid,
Skeptics speak of Damocles,
Chemical to logical,
Songbirds in the trees.

Just some bubbling excitement,
Or a sentinel steadfast,
Maybe it’s fits of crazy,
Emotion in contrast.

In the heat of your body,
Above the way that I feel,
Under the taste of your lips,
Before you I kneel.

I offer my turmoil,
You surrender your stresses,
To define this true love is
Beyond our guesses.

Beauty as the burden burned,
beauty broken finch.
Beauty as the one eyed world,
her beauty as defeat.

Her brow be ****** bleached in broken
bereave brief ‘boldened by bleak bonnet
now tossed unto the ground.
Never wretched young hopeful, angel by grace.
Witching run by chosen one, a blessing and a race.

The imperium titan dominion o’er all,
she standing ***** and tall speak ever of fall.
A worry wormed wicked way up wisdom’s womb,
yet still courage when witnessed begs wonder and swoons.
She's epic and glowing and ever in bloom.

Beauty as the burden spurned,
beauty spared from lynch.
Beauty as the sun dyed world,
Her beauty is concrete.

Clutching at straws for purchase, I dive in every direction.
Leaping off faith like churches, I bend to the will of the wind.
Searching for scraps of focus, my heart beats the way as it sings.
Thanking the world as it teaches,
I exalt what the future may bring.

The drive lights in my head as sparks, forced from my mind pray they fly.
The weight of “what if" pockmarks, eager sow seeds ‘til one catches.
Doubts thrown at me from my darks, each explosion paint ******* my way.
A way out not promised yet trying,
Is the only thing worth ‘til I die.

Fear lords over me as a despot, chance spirals before me like time.
Crawling from lazy this cesspit, resistance the bane of us all.
My goal simple as respite, shed stress I know vestigial
Find me my path steady carving.
Eroding at life ‘til I'm fine.