black
nightmare
the voices
inside my head
disturb sanity
preventing morning light
from coming through the darkness
everything in my head stops dead
the voices say i must try get out
the only one that can stop them is death

the pills go down and darkness comes again
the voices start getting quiet
slowly morning starts coming through
all the pain begins to fade
and thoughts become clearer
the urge to live dims
death welcomes me
and deep down
my heart
beams

I was not force fed ideas
Growing up my mom viewed us as wild flowers
Strong enough to soak up the sun in our own way
Allowing weeds to share our space
Never choking
Their chance at living just as important as our own
Guidelines were simple, still are
Respect others
Your space is precious, as is their's
Forgive transgressions
Grudges will fester
Above all
Listen
*You hear a lot more if you are not only waiting for your turn to talk

I think, often. Maybe too often.
I think you're scared of me.
I think you're skeptical of the good in things.
And up until you met me, I know you've had every reason to be.

I think we're all monsters, and that humanity is history's great facade.
I think we're all scrambling to find salvation.
And I think I've found mine in pen strokes dedicated to you.

I think, I think, I think...
And with you no longer by my side, I always will think.

The rouge from your supple lips
decorate my face still.

It's warmth radiates from
my cheek as ignited senses
beg for more.

The gentle red contours tingle
through my flesh as it etches
it's imprint onto my very soul.

You've conquered me with one gentle blow.
My only purpose for continued breath,
is to be kissed by you once more.

~~~

a n d  
         i  
        w o n d e r . . .
         why
    is it  
          that
     i'm
          never
          **e n o u g h ?