Thoughts of ****** wrists
Time wasted for nothing
Tied lungs and necks hanging by strings
They call them cowards, as they walk into the unknown.
Life was hell..
but it heaven real?
So I cut a little deeper, knowing I'll never heal.
From words of hate and a life worth nothing.
But with every cut, I remind my self.. I'm already dead.

when the language of rain
is in need of
translation.

when the parallel lines
have
crossed.

when observing the time
by the pizza boxes
arching
toward
a ceiling fan.

when pages of
stories are skipped
to the end unread.

rain touches the lonely,
rain is weaving  
the hearts
with dreams.

rain colors the lonely
arching in color
touching the sky.  

droplets  of water
through your window glass
tapping of comfort
of watering eyes.

Masks

they help us hide

from who we are

behind a curtain

dancing silhouettes

they’ll never know

puppets on strings

acting how we should

we spend so much time hiding

when the mask is removed

we  won’t recognize ourselves

we don’t even know who we’re hiding

scared to know what’s within

the weather turns chilly
and the leaves turn brown
and the trees are dying
yet we find beauty in death
'do not try to make sadness beautiful'
they say while they watch things die
perhaps there is a beauty in sadness
or in death

Not even 18

She told me to sleep on the streets

“time to be an adult”

Jobs and school are not cool

Dreams and ambitious cannot take flight

But there’s no point in a fight

So I try with all my might

Sleeping on the steps

Working 8 hours shifts

School is a gift

No time to drift

Not even 18

Yet I’ve aged far beyond my years
all in one night.

I miss those days; When the wind would blow in my ear and the world would disappear

I miss those days; When you would hold my hand and whisper "I'm here"

I miss those days; When I could look into your eyes and feel apart of you.  

You where my shadow and I was yours.

But the world has grown old and so have we. Our children have led their own lives and left us to be.

Then you blew away from me.. and our love was lost with no words.

I hope to see you in heaven someday.

But still my heart pumps your blood and still I am your shadow.

For I really do miss those days.

I am growing old by the minute, my bones have begun to ache and groan.

So wait in the shadows until I die. For then we can stand and watch the world swirl by.

Maybe the world is better this way, but oh how I still miss those days.