A poem is a journal
A poem is a pen
A poem is the emotion
We can't contain within

For better or for worse,
My heart is in your hand.
I choose to put you first.

Just ask me to, and I'll rehearse:
That by your side, I choose to stand
For better or for worse.

Give me thy pains to nurse,
And let me help you understand
That I still choose to put you first.

Bring me joy, slake my thirst,
As I walk with you through this land
For better or for worse.

Be this a blessing or a curse,
My soul is searéd with Love's brand.
So let me choose to put you first.

My heart with thy love doth now burst.
The trials of life, we will withstand.
And so for better or for worse,
Know I will always put you first

Another year to celebrate.
Another year to denigrate.
For all that may go wrong.
For songs I haven't sung.

How far could I have come since then
If sinful idleness became
The incarnate expression of
The man I should have been?

One less year to grow and thrive
One less year I must survive
Awaiting our decaying fall

Life is not a tapestry
It is a single thread
The people are the knots and kinks
Who just get in the way of things
Of Mother Earth's sewing machine

The echoes of the sea still ring
Lost praises no one heard them sing
They die on cliffs of stone and glass
Black smudges circle in the sky
To find the echoes come to die

The water like the sky is soot
And trees will ne'er again take root
The dark of night, the light of day
Once echoed in that silent sky
Where every echo comes to die

The sun's corona dressed in black
Is staring at the ground
As shadow gathers round.

Finding the rare relief of peace,
The stars come to the fore
(Tears shut behind the door)

Then wiping sleep from sunken eyes,
She bids farewell to honest skies
And comes to sight once more.

Above the wind plains roaring white
With lightning crack's climaxing light
In the prepubescent gloom
Of fear, excitement, unrealized doom
The moon appears in cloudy skies
With blissful sighs as knowledge dies

****** grasses ripped from home
As breeze embraces seed and blows
To new beginnings and new ends
Where e'er the Fates may deign to send
A rose's bud seeps from below
Mixed with sticking undertones

When innocence concedes the stage
To reside in maturation's cage
And foolish fancy takes to flight
The sun forever fades to night

Success was a yellow brick road
Hope was a star in the sky
Grief was a runaway dog
Maturity was knowing it died
Joy was a chocolate bar
And Escape just meant to run far
Then somewhere along the way
Everything began to change

The yellow brick road was too long
The star in the sky was too far
And when the dog died it was sad
(but mostly cuz you drove the car)
The candy was not on our diet
And you can't escape who you are
Why did we decide to grow?
That much I'll never know

He sees us from afar
With his eagle eyes
Knowing how weak we are
He makes Clark his disguise

His strength comes from the sun
His first destroyed his race
Though he's the only one
No tears streak down his face

His skin is made of steel
And yet his heart still feels
His home is known as solitude
His loneliness is real

Not even the Man of Tomorrow
Is immune to sorrow.

Spilt upon the breathing tide
The shadows of our former pride
Stained with gilded, rusty gore

Songs upon the breeze still scream
From barren bog and skylit sea
Once were sung but nevermore

Clouds cry crimson in the lake
The moons and stars the sky forsakes
As darkness falls on ****** shores

First you lose your heart
And then you lose your head.
Then your body isn't yours
(meaning that you're dead).

First you say hello
And then you say goodbye.
Then you say goodbye once more
Hoping someone cries

A tear is a glassy reminder
Of memories and dreams
A tear is a hot angry whisper
Things must not be as they seem
A tear is a heart-broken beggar
Providing a heart-broken scream
A tear is a gentle confider
Reminding us life isn't clean
A tear is the final decider
This is the way things have to be.

My home has a trillion rooms.
And a ceiling made of stars
I share my home with everything
That's found both near and far

What does the abstract look like?
Tell what the blue bird sang.
Show me how a tiger strikes
With fear instead of fang.
Although a camera may be quicker,
A word is worth more than a picture.

The sweat is dripping down my back,
          As water pools on the tarmac.
The sun glaring from overhead,
          It makes me wish that I was dead.
The humidity starts to stick
          And I think that I might be sick.
Thermometer is at the top.
          Maybe by night, it will have dropped
to 99, but hopes aren't high.
          Icarus wouldn't dare to fly.
This kind of heat will melt your skin.
          Not even the creatures of sin,----click

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The door's unlocked! At last it ends!
          My spirits shall the A/C mend!
The battle hard, the war was long,
          So I begin my vict'ry song
Of how I must have conquered death!
          I've tasted of the dragon's breath,
From whence I've suffered a few burns.
          And so this day, the lesson learned:
That if you choose to leave your home,
          Regardless, of how far you roam
Always be sure to take with thee
          Leave not at home the only key

Rest is for the weary
The tired have no need of sleep
Only the active lie dormant
The faithless need not in faith leap

Everyone has a metronome
Sometimes fast and sometimes slow.
We heed their tick where ere we go.
But I have a broken metronome

I start my metronome each day
Maracas of pills, they join the fray.
Life has its peaks, it has its lows
So too, my ticking stops and goes

I saw two dozen roses
When at the store today.
Wilting and withered
Full, velvet curtains
Dry, brittle petals
A rose is still a rose
Stunning wit, and rose-stained lips
But you are not a rose

A mountain is not a stone
The moon is not a star
An ocean is not a lake
And you are not a rose

Gossamer silk and home-spun lace
Elysium clothed in Virtue's grace
Liquid moonlight as thy perfume
Begging me to get a room

Drink me in with angel sighs
Tasting ethereal delights
Fingertips on blushing skin
Sounding Inhibition's end

The temple is second to thy own
The glory of the sun on loan
A rose by another name is thine
The name to thee I'll give is mine

A little battered, a little worn
A little stained, a little torn.
Bits of sweat and blood and tears
Stretched from sleep throughout the years.

It isn't much, but it's like me
Filled with care and memories
The white no longer holds it's glow
But it's still warm and soft and so
If you need my sweater,
I'll give it happily.
I know you'll wear it better
And with you I will be.

I bought myself a little cell
They promised comfort, peace.
Once upon a time I felt,
I had overstayed my lease.

Outside that room was scary.
Too many things to choose,
Too many thoughts to think,
Too many wrongs to do.

So I crawled back to my little cell,
I shut the door real tight.
Trying to make sure I couldn't even see the light

I know my cell,
I'm safe in my cell,
I like my cell

But now I'm trapped inside
Because I chose to hide.

Us two were lovers in a time long past,
You greeted me each day with cool embrace.
Until I found another's lips to taste.
I thought the time I shared with her would last
And within my heart, she is unsurpassed.
Enamored by the beauty of her grace,
Her kindness, virtue, and her lovely face.
She loves me, yet too much of her I asked.
And now, Lady Sorrow, we'll walk once more.
I'll welcome you in heart as dearest friend.
I pledge my love more truly than before.
With thee and only thee my time I'll spend,
No longer caring for what lies in store.
Thy company I'll keep until the end.

Falling from on high
in every shape and size
Fair and powd'ry  white
melting before your eyes

Tumbling, tossed
Weightless and free
Nothing is more unique
Nothing matters less,
than us. Than snowflakes.

Feeling the sudden autumnal breeze break
The cotton candy sky, so cool and damp
Reflected in glass of the wooded lake
Water only broken by fallen leaves

The stars begin to twinkle with clear light
Moon waxing in her beauty overhead
A warm drink, a warm fire, a warm friend.
With these, I shall spend the cool august nights.

How to convince a man without a cause
the life he leads could ever bring him joy?
Tell him not to linger upon his loss;
move on and apart, be more than a boy.
"It's foolish for you to think of me so.
My choice has already been made for me.
I will pretend I care not for your soul.
You were only a burden unto me."
Tell him those truths and cease thy lying ways.
Thoughts not thine own now dwell within thy mind.
'Twas you who twisted deeper Fortune's blade;
you claimed that you would not cast him aside.
Sorrow, milady, awake or asleep
to no one else I'll trust my heart to keep.

The heart and mind can not be locked away.
Prisoners are eventually set free
and so they wait for the day they will be
But mind and heart have never known delay.
They do not rest until our final sleep
And neither of them on one subject stay
But flit about with every whim each day
Once the path of one is taken, we reap
The scorn of the second, until we tire
Of paths which we had chosen. In faith, leap
To reach green grass along a brighter creek.
Then see that we have lost all we sired
The young are dragged along by heart's desire
without the skill to tame passion's fire

I once knew a man whose heart was more true
And love more pure, joy waxing with each day.
He was but a man, imperfect he knew.
Yet flaws were strength for him to choose his way.
She looked at him, and he looked upon her.
Together better, happiness and more.
Forever joined- both said that they were sure.
Yet they said he was not whom she looked for,
She left him broken without and within.
Made him a boy ashaméd to be seen.
His mind went with his heart and both are gone.
No rest to sooth, for she yet haunts his dreams.
She claims me, and I (quiet and alone)
I have no one to truly call my own.

drip
       drip
               drip

The sky is blue they say

      drip
drip
      drip

My soul is full of rain

I feel it's steady drum
I hear it's quiet sigh

The water clears my eyes.
No longer am I blind.
I see this land of misery,
The way it's meant to be.

Don't want to feel the sun again,
For my soul is filled with rain.

Go and play in your sun,
Don't mind me, have fun!
I'm feeling kinda dreary, so

I'll drip and
drip and
     drip and
drip and

I don't want to be a desert,
I don't want to be a flood.
I was made to be a raincloud,
Dripping just because.

Don't want to see the sun again,
My soul is filled with rain.
I'll drip and drip and drip and drip
and with each drop I'll sing.

drip
    drip
drip

I used to be a razor blade
So bright and sharp from care
I cut and cut and cut and cut,
Steel gleaming oh so fair

I used to be a razor blade
But now my whit is rust
My passions dulled, my metal cooled
And I am afraid

I see those who speak of their life import
I know that they have never tasted Death
And yet sometimes by that selfsame report
They think they know one day they'll draw no breath
They do not arise, gaze within the mirror
They do not deign to think that they are vain
They hold not deep within ***** the fear
That knows they will soon feel Time's waxing pain
But know we not we are one and the same?
For as we bemoan the youth and their faults,
We realize not we have ourselves to blame.
For even we spent time and all for naught.
Alas, it is too late for those to see
Our youth will not retain its own degree