this poem has no title
for it to lean on
so there is no telling
the direction it goes

no title to hinder
or hold it back
all of its meaning
is in all that it says

this poem has no title
to hold it in place
it can only rely
on the rhymes that it makes

whether they're good
or whether they're bad
this poem has no title
to hold its hand

this poem has no title
to weigh it down
which forces a read
to find what it's about

and what it's about
you may not find
until you have reached
the very last line

The crypt is one thing I see,
A mirror that reflects me.
One that lives is one who hates.
One that died is one love waits.

i come with baggage
more than i can hold, i pray
that you are stronger

- p. winter

they told me "reach new heights and you'll feel tall"
I climbed the clouds and all I felt was small

they told me "do what's right and you'll feel strong"
I did what I thought right but was I wrong?

they told me to find happiness in friends.
I looked, found shallow laughter, bitter ends

they told me just to find myself within.
I opened up; found only empty skin.

rainy fall nights turn to cold winter mornings so fast if you blink you might miss it
just as quickly the mornings turn to cool spring afternoons
cool evenings turn into warm summer mornings
sometimes it feels like my summer morning will never come
every night is a rainy fall night and every morning is so cold
i know what people are thinking
carry an umbrella, it's so hard to remember an umbrella when the rain is everywhere
the water keeps surrounding me and i don't know how to swim
i used to think that it was always raining, but the drizzle that i used to encounter from time to time would be so much better than the flood i experience every day
i wish i go back to my old self and tell her that things will get worse before they get better
the drizzle will turn into a flood
it will keep you up all night
some days will be clear not a cloud in your mind
these days will be your good days and somehow your mind will convince you that you are getting better
but the next day the flood will return
the sun used to out weigh the flood
treasure the sunny days because they will be gone before you know it