poems can say so much they can ease your mind
especially the thoughts of the lonley kind
they can be so helpful and help you understand
words can say so much an be a helping hand.

sometimes they can help with what they have to say
when your feeling down can take your blues away
they can give you friends if you want them to
with people who write poems  and also read them too.

If I could I would have hidden the pills and never wear my robe.

Is that why you left, baby?

I could have closed my eyes on nights like this instead of latching onto you.

Would that make you stay, darlin?

I should have laughed at none of your jokes, nor cried at all your kisses.
Let your hand go in public.
Take your t-shirt off.
Left.

I could have tried to love you less, would you still love me, honey?

Write with me! some....

She wears a mask
hiding my fear
when i ask her to remove it
she hides it with a tear.  
Under porcelain
and in her hair
I find poets as do dragons
hide in lairs.  
And woman moves the mountain
as I make the mask of despair.  
If missing her is as a missing word
that moves from her mouth.  
Owed and due
to trust her pen
as it cuts as a sword
like as it does curse
all of her men.

backs will break
ask any slave master
who fails

I once met a girl made of flower petals
She was lovely in all her thousand pieces
Colors curling deliciously across her skin
Honey dewdrop tears whispering down her cheeks

She tried to kiss me but her lips were shadows
Cigarette flame breath dripping up my nose
Sweetness traced the corner of my eye
And she prayed, “I am gone, love, I am gone”

I once met a girl made of holy sin
Story up in flames and eyes of shattered glass
She whispered sanity and climbed the stairs to hell
As her world drowned in vibrant ghosts.

I remember social standings
stood standing on my own
My face all red and flustered
as I'd fidget with my phone.
And all it would have taken,
was a few kind simple words.
To break those chains of *******
to return me to the world.
Us humans we're a strange oul race
we all like to fit in,
and with our pack mentality
it's all about the win.
But what about those on the edge
the souls you choose to fail.
What is it, you think they feel
as you turn away.
See people carry things around
like weights around their neck
So please be understanding
and show them some respect.
Do onto them, all that you would
like done onto your own.
Meet them with a friendly smile,
or call them on the phone.
That call could make a difference
more than you'd ever know.
For its not really hard to care............
It helps us all to grow.
For its not really hard to love............
Its not that hard to show.