I came upon some poems that tugged upon my soul
of tortured people struggling lost without a goal
I came upon some stories of pain and desperation
longing for a thing in life that requires preparation
I came upon some stories of people who cut to feel
who just want to be heard and treated like they're real
this world is full of fakeness and people spitting lies
ignorant of silent and lonely hurting cries
for some it boils angry, until they shoot it out
for others it is suffered silent in a lonely pout
for more it's drowned out with alcohol and drugs
what all of this is covering, could be solved with hugs
before you laugh, and scoff, and roll your eyes
put away the ******* of that tough disguise
I am not a hugger, I pushed people away all the time
but that is why I felt like I had to share this rhyme
once I started to let others love me and see them trying
then I started to love them too, and it stopped my crying
not everyone is trying to use and manipulate you
most of them just want someone to love them too
see, I was once a cutter, and though I owned a gun
and never once thought of shooting at anyone
but I hurt myself in different ways as often as I could
I couldn't accept love, and thought I never would
I drank myself ******* on more than one occasion
I didn't realize that my body suffered an invasion
your joy is the prize in this battle for your soul
give it to the One who loves you, that should be your goal
I made mistakes and I have scars that never go away
but I'm standing here to tell you, that I'm happy now today

She hides her smile
behind black lipstick.
Her voice is low
and in between.
She smells of loneliness
and cigarettes.
She sings for me
when she is high.

She gets me higher
than I can go.
She takes me low
and in between.
Her heart's on fire
when she sings.
Her voice is smokey,
full of pain.

She sings of loneliness
and broken dreams.
Her dance is low
and in between.
She gets me high
and lets me down.
She kisses me
with black lipstick.

r ~ 4/29/14

In between the sheets we passed time
with whispers of passion and divine
with hushed dreams and wishful thoughts
while we count our loss and count the cost

On this sinful night as we lay awake
we'll try to hide all the noises we make
for time is yet to be on our side
and the heat of the moment will never subside

In between these sheets we lay bare
the universe does seem to care
In the still of the night, a thought pushed through
I fear losing someone... like you.