Every day that I cried
No one paid any heed
No one saw my tears dried
No one cared to my need

This abyss has me bled
Drier than desert sand
And my mouth is not fed
Nor do any lend hand

So imprisoned inside
In this sweltering heat
So much pain that I find
I am knocked from my feet

So to all a farewell
As I've already said
You can all burn in hell
'Cause this poet is dead

Together in relative harmony we stand, unarmed and more powerful than any weapon.
Here we are grounded, dismissing the cries of discrimination.
Torn apart, yet we’re still standing as one, even though this barrage of open hatred scars our hearts.
Shining through the darkest days, and finding solace in the fires of inhumanity.
Huddled as though to escape cold souls, whose poison is potent enough to blister not only our ears, but our spirits as well.
It is in this closeness that we find refuge from the beckoning reality.
Desperate minds, lost in the confusion of our segregation.
With the words of the evil resounding in our heads, and the hands of the hungry around us, we will rely on our fortitude and move on toward a brighter horizon.
With our eyes set upon a future of unity, and our hands raised in a salute to peace, we will unveil solidarity and the strength of our voices will ring from every mountainside.

With a moan and a sigh
He fell to the floor
Then the old man proceeded to laugh

"I'm alone as I die,
woman, tell me no more"
Were the words of this mans epitaph

He writes a different picture
She colors in her stories

Vivid images stilled on paper, as though caught in their final acts.
Framed by wild imagination and voiced through the knowledge of language.

But beauty is said to be in the eye of the beholder...
...and their eyes are shrouded in a veil of darkness.

Minds burning steadily like the dying embers of a once all consuming inferno.
Smiles on the outside, but busy hands betray their soothing facade.
Demons in the skins of angels, doomed to the forlorn world of shadows and wallflowers.

She drew the blade across
And witnessed the blood fall
She tipped the bottle back
And tried to end it all

She swallowed pride with pills
To drown out all the pain
She knew that she could die
She knew she was insane

With poison in her head
She thought of only this
The world is better off
If I do not exist

And with her final breath
She bade the world farewell
She closed her bloodshot eyes
And into death she fell

Her small and fragile form
Her pale and saddened face
She welcomed deaths one gift
It's dark and cold embrace

One lonely standing cedar
A symbol of our past
The campfire is our heater
It warms us rather fast
Our future? Indecision
Our present? All that matters
We aim without precision
The glass between us shatters
Shards represent denial
Scattered and strewn about
We walked the remaining mile
With worries, or without
Every time I find
Or notice my reflection
I see my broken mind
Bereft of young complexion
My eyes are tired and sad
My lips are cracked and dry
I think of what we had
And now I say goodbye

A fall into obscurity...
From so whole to ethereal...
From flesh to forgotten...
Tossed away as though existence was meaningless...
As if achievements were noted, only to be subsequently ignored...
From vibrancy to a dull, pale gray...
From an assertive stance to surrendering, submissive...
From so full of energy, to being bereaved of all motion...
From braced to vulnerable...
From down to earth, to celestial...
Please, remember me.
I wish never to be forgotten.
I wish to remain as notable in death as I am now.
May I leave my mark...