this is why
i don't let
anyone read
my poems.

They read
to much into
them,

they think
they mean
things they
don't

a small
word
written in
a moment

does not
have to
mean anything
at all.

you can
write from
the point of
view of
others,

many of
my words
are things
that another
might say

but instead
of realizing this
they try to
shape my world
for me.

And this
is why
I don't let
others
read
my
heart.

my silence
is a sign
of my devotion.

it's true -I
will not be
the reason

that you break
the promise that
you made yourself-

I could not
have that on
my conscience.

So I will be
silent, and not
tell you those

things that I
have known for one
fortnight by one
hundred fifty six.

you are probably
happier not
knowing anyway.

the thought
isn't still
it moves as
it will
it goes on
and on
it doesn't
stop
it doesn't
use grammar
***** the
grammar
the thought
is its own
its expression
is shown
how ever
it feels.
it's nice to
think you
have somewhere
to go
but the
truth is that
you don't know
if it's all
real, or
just or  for show.
their hearts
are always drifting
on low,
but if it
goes fast
then it
goes slow.
what it the parallel
where is
the why
how can a screaming voice
climb but
so high?
let's watch
the battle between the
pernicious
and shy
the thought
will visit
all dressed
in red.
stripping the black
and the blood
from your dread
if you are
the king who
fights in your stead?
where is your iron,
where is your lead?
has it been melted in
some internal fire,
is it burnt
up without
hope,
hope in those spires,
the thought
has run
its course and now
can move
away
   with a
   pitter
       patter
   pitter
       patter
             sing.

For today I shall pretend,
No matter what the truth ammends.
Today I will go climbing towers,
Spending all my loving hours.

I care not why he came,
He was there just the same.
I had him there, by my side,
And oh! Our forces did collide

Shifting did they mingle-mix,
Laughing hearty, turning tricks.
And looking on me his eyes did smile,
Even for a little while.

I smiled too, returned his gaze
Pondering his every phrase.
He was brilliant, his music bright,
It shone in me a consuming light.

I live on in his embrace,
Remembering his loving face,
The way held out his arms for me,
They way that anchor set me free.

It is true, that his return
May not have been the result of burn,
But for today, I shall think it so
Postpone the reality I hate to know.

tonight I have no illness,
tonight I will be free,
I have no worries in the world,
I can unlimit me.

tonight there is calm,
tonight there is release,
simply beauty standing
in the absence of disease

**** it up
it's not that bad.
keep your head up
it's not that bad.
they have it worse
what is your problem?
you don't feel that bad
quit laying down.

shut up shut up
i know my limit.
if i want rest,
i will.

**** it up
if you talk
and try to
be energetic
it will feel better.

that is why,
people think I
am crazy,
i talk too much.

well if that
is what it takes
to keep you up,
then thats what it takes.
no one here matters
anyway.

don't be so
futilistic.

have you prayed about it?

no.

why not?

because, Others have it worse

that's ridiculous
do you really
think that you can
get by with out God's grace?

No, I don't

Then get it together.

I'm trying, it's hard.

not really that hard

Who's side are you on anyway?

No ones.

The battles against no one are the hardest fought.

I'll be your
words
if you'll be my
stillness

I'll be your
sword
If you'll be my
comfort

I'll be your
fire
if you'll be my
backbone

please
lay your
shyness
down

take my
hand and
I will show

I'll be your words. Please be my stillness.