So shatter the illusions
Mine and yours
This rash proclamation does not come without fear
I've thought more than a thousand ways a single person could ruin the world
Us humans tend to be more monster than angel anyway
You're not alone in that way

Curiosity has always been my sin
To pull back the curtain and glimpse the story within
What harm could that do to a girl miles away?

I know what harm, but I also know its saving grace

This is not to be about saving
This is not about darkness and light
Or wrong and right
Because really what is that in the end?

You say you spin your words rarely with good intent
And then use them to warn me away

I'm more patient than that
This is not about love or companionship
This is about having someone to listen

Soon, you said no. But not to someday.

We all have our way with words
the way they drip from our throats and whisper through our skin
they are our darkness manifest
our shield from the night
We spin them dizzingly out into space
suffocate ourselves in their tightly-wound taste

I've been here before
I've been warned

I know what I'm getting into
When I pull at these threads
The loose ends in the wall of words
Ever protecting the story underneath

I want to unravel them
And see the human underneath
I don't care if our meanings disagree
I have a rule to dealing with other people
And that is respect whatever is shared and seen

There's no point to living if I'm to be scared of the ones I'm living with
I've chosen to throw caution to the wind
And let the stranger in.

Sunshine bleeds too much.
Ever stop to wonder?

To wonder how, with so little inhibition
as to the privacy of your life,
it filters in through
your bedroom shades?

To wonder how, with so little modesty,
it bolsters through your windshield
and into the very irises
that have bade it leave?

To wonder how, with so little attempt at civility
it burns?

Beauty and brightness
are not the same thing.

but happiness
can bloom
in dark places...

I'd meet him in a world of paper and light and broken things
The first thing I'd notice when he opens his mouth to speak
is that he has a silver tongue
The words that fall off of it
Black, like a night without stars
And his eyes hint of bitterly earned experience
With which he so easily sweeps past the picture I've painted in sunshine
That so easily seems to fool everyone else
He sees the abyss that looms in my heart
And concerned, calls out to me "Are you falling?"
And of course then, I fall, in love
I cling to him like he is my guide in this new shadow land
Like I expect us, together, to go seek out and fight
The dragons, demons, darkness of our minds
But I forget
That I don't know him
I don't know his cracks, his how he came to be
I have fallen for his words, for the precious silver of his tongue
And not the human boy, in all his realness and heat
You would think that after world upon world of broken paper and bent light
I would know by now
But you'd be wrong
Apparently, I am like a child with fire when it comes to the darkness
I am mesmerized

For some reason, I always think that I will be there the day the boy with the silver tongue remembers how to share his story and speak in sunshine and in being there, so save him and myself.

I waved good bye to the darkness today
Pushed it deep in my closet, and went out in the sun to play
But I was to get a terrible shock
For when I turned the corner, there it was again

It patted me patronizingly on the head
Like a bully of an older sister might do
It took my hand and said
"Come now, enough with the light"

But I didn't want to go back where I'd been before
So I bit and struggled and tried to fight

From in the house, my mom yells
"Let's work on that essay now"
And the battle must be pushed deep down

Silently I drag light and darkness along with me, fingers of them intertwined in my hands, I carry them until my arms fall off and my soul falls out, stare at the soul in front of me, poke it curiously, and see it sparkle with equal parts
sun and shadow

And realize that I spoke too soon
For darkness and light
Are sewn in my soul

As it turns out
Good bye was a lie

Dear darkness, I'd be lying if I said I missed you.

Hey, I thought I would write something for all my followers.
I would like to start off by thanking Word Freak.
Word Freak was my first ever follower, he is the one who told me about this site.
Thank you to cgembry, the first person to like my work.
Thank you, Teresa Alaska the first person to comment on my work.
Thank you, Anna-Maria Rose Newell, you have given me a lot of inspiration.
Thank you, Walter W. H., David Hewitt, and Enslaved King you also have given me inspiration.
Thank you, Joellei for always being here when I need someone to talk to!
Thank you, Flames for a martyr, Toxic moon and Vicki.
Thank you, Woody, Stephen, and Keith Wilson.
Thank you, Bleeding Diamonds you make me smile and laugh.
Thank you, Jennifer DeAngelo for writing a poem about me.
Thank you, Eebi Jonson the first person I collaborated with.
Thank you, Kristy Renae Dalton.
Thank you,  John Stevens for raising your two beautiful grandchildren, I can tell they really love you.
Thank you, so much John Stevens for reading my work and giving me endless amounts of support.
Thank you to John Stevens wife also.
Thank you to all my followers each and every one of you are special to me.

I'm picky. I like who I like, and that region does NOT include everyone, far from it.

Maybe my selectiveness is my downfall, it leaves me alone more often  than not.

But do you deny me my wish
to be wanted
to be loved
to belong

I had never fallen that hard
And no, I've never classified my feelings as love
and the same applies there
but I can't help but wonder
what I did wrong

It keeps me up until the words aren't words anymore
but rather spikes behind my eyes
waiting to impale me
as soon as I know she's moved on.

I know it won't be hard for her, and that's not a jab at her amazing self.

I'm just too willing. And easy to forget.