Love is too amazing
      For anyone
  To be sorta loved

        If you’re
Going to reach for
The heart , I would
Hope  that you use
       Both hands
               For
The heart is never a thing
      To be taken lightly

          Don’t try
Grabbing it with one hand
           While
       Holding on
 To someone else’s
          Heart

Never to embrace
          The new
 While holding on To
          The old

       Remember
                      
   Love isn’t love
           Until
   It moves beyond
           Words
  Action is everything
  
  If you truly want
           To be
  In someone’s
          Life
You will create the best
       Possible
Way to get  there

            For
 We all  deserve a
Consistent kind
            Of
          Love

Fear is a Gift
It taught me to run
It taught me there are things worse than stress

Fear is a gift
Because when I'm running away from my worries
Because when I'm afraid of what might come

Fear reminds me
I'm still alive
I'm still breathing

Fear is a gift
Because somewhere deep down
Fear reminds me
I'm still human

Once I was a little boy, full of dreams & hope
But the bullies words and nicknames were kicked into my brain until pulp,
Hope of freedom and dreams of perfection,
Seeped through my tears untill froze of efection.
Memories of summer breeze yet filled with no worth,
Winter times the only times I wish death upon birth.
Bitter seems, terror dreams & everything in between,
Strong mind, overly kind yet it’s never as it seems.
Suicide at 6 years old had my life expectancy almost cut,
BUT.
Stubborn as I may,
I lived to see another day.
And to the loved ones I’ve lost and the cold heart covered with frost,
Has me ending every night giving the lord my daily prey.

Poems less striking,
As my thought patterns weaken
Less sleeping,
more creeping,
measuring up death and adding up my mishaps.
Doubling the moments up where I slipped up or stumbled,
Mumbling words as my soul crumbles,
Asking myself all questions
Suggestions on conceptions of miss-conceptions of pass times.
Thinking to myself why?
Why be so forgetful
Mind stumbling, as my weak stomachs rumbling
Crumbling up words,
Digesting everyone's verse
But not taking in my own
I feel like a clone of what I ones was
Mixed with satan
Contemplating
My life being taken,
Salvations passed
I'm masked
Emotions surpassed
Feelings never connected
Subjected to life's underworld
Humanly neglected, true minds speak unkind sentences
Testing my intelligence,
Rumbling words with no meaning
Subsequent healing of the ones I've broke
Poetic justice for the words that can't be rightfully spoke
Freedom of speech tarnished in my demeanour,
Ora diminished by negatives
Wanting to make a positive
But not putting the will into wanting to live
Is subsiding the love I want to give.
For the righteous ones.
I'm done.

Forget his name, you must forget.
You murmur in your sleep.
Forget his face, try even through closed eyes.
Forget his touch, one that you miss so.
Forget all the times you shared.
Forget the feelings he made you feel.
Forget his words, all those promises still unkept.

there is always somebody or something
waiting for you,
something stronger, more intelligent,
more evil, more kind, more durable,
something bigger, something better,
something worse, something with
eyes like the tiger, jaws like the shark,
something crazier than crazy,
saner than sane,
there is always something or somebody
waiting for you
as you put on your shoes
or as you sleep
or as you empty a garbage can
or pet your cat
or brush your teeth
or celebrate a holiday
there is always somebody or something
waiting for you.

keep this fully in mind
so that when it happens
you will be as ready as possible.

meanwhile, a good day to
you
if you are still there.
I think that I am---
I just burnt my fingers on
this
cigarette.