Broken doesn't stand
it crawls,
struggles to live.

The day he got his legs back
he ran
fast and far
away from his misery,
away from his suffering,
away to his dreams.

Blazing within me
burning me inside out  
roaring fires of hatred
igniting with every anger filled thought
engulf my soul.
Soon enough
ashes will bury me.

Darkness loves me too much
Always has me in a tight hold
It loosens it grip every now and then
But never really lets me go

Because it consumes all color
It's able to create any illusion
Sometimes I believe it's not there
But really, who am I foolin'

Darkness always surrounds me
Always lingers over my shoulder
Simulating fake happiness and warmth
Only making me colder

For now I endure the shadows
Try to put up a good fight
Still stumbling through darkness lost,
A blind man searching for light

Innocent tornado of joy,
adorable wind of air,
I'm blown away
by your presence.

Your energy
simply put
raw exuberance,
overwhelms me
in to submission.

Caught in your gust
lost in your playful spin,
I never had a chance.

Your just too cute!! :)

I don't write poetry,
poetry
writes me.
It pulls my emotions
from deep within
slapping them on paper
into a lyrical spin,
into rhymes of sorts
helping me
to better deal with them.
  
Painful at times, yes
but
when a doctor
reallocates
your shoulder back into it's right place
it's only for the better.

Ironic how
the medicine for my soul
is found in the same place
as the wound.

Scraped knees from lying on the cold concrete
Play acting love online with a camera in the dark
I'm okay just knowing someone out there came for me
But truthfully what the hell did you expect me to be?
In the end what she did just made one more mark
Still, I'll let you take out that frustration on me
She's got a girlfriend already - daddy told me he sees them in the park
Tough ******* match to his rough voice and endless nights
Watch me scrape my knees and bury the cuts in fistfuls of grass
And oh god, pretend you care
pretend you care

I could never work out why my cheeks went so greedily red when you showed your teeth.
Heather says it's because I get nervous too easily - anxiety, she said
I think it's the opposite
your white lies have a familiar milky hue
And I like contrast.

I wonder if you
ever wore your
heart on the
sleeve
of the shirt
I stole.

Regardless,
I'm sure
that there's space
for mine.