Cold liquid courses down your throat,
burning its path to your lungs.
Each breath hurts more than the last,
but you just can't bring yourself to care.
You trip and stumble and fall,
but you don't stop, because you know;
each step will take you farther away.
Your thoughts are jumbled,
flipping and vaulting through your mind.
Your vision is blurring,
fraying,
disintegrating.

"Mum, she's not breathing!"
What?
Why isn't she breathing?
"I can't find a pulse! **** it, mum!"
You blink and shake your head,
trying to force the coherent thoughts back.
Sirens.
Why do you hear sirens?
Another voice.
"Ma'am, do you know what she took?"
She overdosed?

"Mum! You were meant to watch her!"
Is that a stretcher?
Where are they taking her?!
Oh God, it's all coming back to you;
Cheating. Betrayal. Divorce. Her depression.
...she tried to **** herself?
Abort! Abort!
You can't handle this yet;
...just one more shot.

"How can you be drinking right now, mum?!"
Your daughter is fading fast,
her life hanging in the balance.
The pain is overwhelming you,
you just want it all to go away.
Is that how she felt?
Is that why she did it?
Maybe that's what you'll do;
you did always enjoy the oblivion...

I’m stuck between who I am and should be.
On the outside I have it together,
But on the in, it’s sin that consumes me.
Will I be stuck in this state forever?
I’m so quick to pass judgment on others,
Giving myself superiority.
But I’m the lowest of lowly brothers,
The least of these I am supposed to be.
And yet, the worst, myself I patronize,
But no change to me does it seem to bring,
And so, therefore, I’ve come to realize,
It does no good to let these sorrows ring.
So in the end, what matters most is this:
Don’t count your own, but count the other’s bliss.

I am in love, and in love with him;
I'll love him t'night, under th' moonbeams;
And who shall say-t'at he's really mean?
As far as I know, he's funny and keen;
I am but trapped, between his West' worlds;
Too polite for poems; too tactful for words.
I'm alive no more, by my Eastern wings;
Only a poem at nights; but none on mornings.
I seekest only him thus, with such eyes so blue;
A promise faint still, but delights so true.
I loved his yesterday, and shall do his tomorrow;
I loveth him like t'at-within th' very here and now.
Ah, but shall he ever perfectly know-
T'at I singeth his songs, and painteth his rainbow?
And should t'is lasting love ever transform;
I too wouldst change, I'd take any form.
I may not be within his green leaves;
But I'll 'ways be t'ere, even in his tears.
I am to be th' queen within his throne;
And owneth his secret, intended for my eyes alone.
His skin is even brighter than t'is sunny day;
His blue eyes were mine in dreams, and th' whole of today.
I am th' lover of his goods, th' charms of his bads;
I loveth him happily, and sacredly; in flesh and in all my head.
And whenst my soul he began to tease,
All I ever wanted was to share his kiss;
And by him I feelest but peace,
No dire annoyance, just one secret bliss;
And 'tis his lips t'at shall be my taste;
What a love t'at groweth-but never is in haste!
Ah, and I wanteth to taste just his watery breath;
So let's just hope t'at t'is world hath no death-
At least no death before he is mine;
Th' one I hath yearnt for, th' one on my mind;
And perhaps love canst be direly ill;
But none canst presume aught; nor what I might feel.
And whenst but cometh th' shriekings of fall;
Still 'tis his voice, t'at I loveth at all.

I'm tired of writing about love,
I'm tired of writing about trust
Looking to the skies above,
Thinking about the memories of,
You and I,
Love is patient, love is blind
But why do I need, love,
When I can open my minds eye
And see a world never seen before
Envision a world of peace and no war
A world rid of the reasons our children are crying for
a world in which everyone is valued
Instead of thrown, like trash, to the floor

I'm tired of writing about change,
I'm tired of writing about space
Maybe instead of words on a screen
I can make these visions a reality
We can make the change, one person at a time
Curing the sick, healing the blind
When we all can work together,
We can achieve a global peace of mind

Change doesn't just happen,
It's caused by an event
Most often, catastrophic
But it doesn't leave a dent,
On the minds of those it didn't affect
We have ideals and values we want to protect
But we leave our kindness at war's doorstep