Sharp edges made of metal

This may be your perception

Of a weapon

But the weapons that are mental

The ones a broken soul make

Love and Hate

Decide your fate

Hate might your bones break

But love is the weapon that will

****

One gave a necklace
One gave a bouquet of flowers

One will last forever
One will be turned to dust by now

If given the choice what do you choose?

The one that will be a constant reminder of first intense love then unimaginable pain
Or the one that will in time become a funny anecdote at dinner party over cocktails

All I want to see is a young couple, happy, and oblivious to the world

All I want to see are the delicate pink pads of my cats paws

All I want see are wide open spaces that promise endless possibilities

What I do see is one of the local **** heads smiling to herself as she nears the liquor store

I see people walking alone with headphones in looking at their phones instead of the sunset

I see a broken world inching closer to the precipice of no return

walking in perfect temperatures

taking a deep breath and thinking

air like this deserves a poem

a poem not depicting drama, deceit, death or doom

but a poem that expresses the beauty seen in one set of eyes

and shares it with others using only words

beautiful words meant to create joy and love

a poem meant to remind everyone that

sometimes life gives you lemon drops

numb
everyone unfeeling
following the predestined path
everyday the same
striving constantly for normalcy
the result of a childhood
suppressing individuality
then sometimes there's
that one person who
is so desperate
just to feel something
they listen to what the movies and music tells them to do

drugs

pretty soon
the drugs are the only thing
That makes them whole
happy
some survive it and some don't

Cause of Death: Ignorance

A thumb placed on the top. flicked down in a careless and familiar manner. the hiss of gas and burst of flame. blue. orange. yellow. flowing around white. inhale and exhale. the smoke rising peaceful and abstract into the night sky up to the stars who look down seeing a girl young but not naive. living in a world of her own. and despite endless prayers, finding herself alone at the bottom of every bottle with no god to guide her, friend to keep her company, or genie to grant her wishes.