To dearest Bailey.
We're worlds apart
But upon meeting
A kind and nice soul
Coated in pure wisdom
A heart that leaked care
As your own,
I'll remember
Twenty sixteen quite
Fondly.

Though days go by
And so fell the sky
It'll always be
Twenty sixteen
When I found
You for the
First time.

we are 1

hate 2 hate
love 2 love

3 words to say
3 is a crowd
3 a.m. date-night

you're what I live 4
you're who I write 4
what are letters 4?
a 4 letter word

I was like you once
Held a frown
That stretched further
And further beyond
The reaches of hell.
I was like you once
Saw darkened spots
Within the sun
And treasured
The shade beyond
The radiant beams.
I was like you once
Saw shattered dreams
And complimented
Their perfect
Resemblance to
The dreams of those
Who actually gave
A ****.
I was like you once
Dying from the inside.

I am not like you now
For an artist had
Painted colours into
my life,
An artist has painted
Beauty and scenery,
An artist has challenged
My mindset,
To break away from heart
Aches and breaks,
To allow me to see
That after every storm
After every droplet
Of water from the sky,
Is a rainbow.
An artist who made
My frown
Turn to a straight
Expression
Then to a smile.

Take me away
from this place they call Earth

Take me away
from everything that hurts

Take me away
from my troubles and my tears

Take me away--take me away
from my tears

I lay sick with fits of tears.
Concussion of the heart.
I walk around to shake it off.
It only makes it worse.
To pretend.
To try to be happy while my brother endures excruciating pain.
Yes, it is my birthday tomorrow.
But I wish it weren't.
Because I don't want to be happy for a long time.
Not until his bones heal.
Not until his mind heals.
Brother, if you can hear me:
I would give anything for you to feel better.
I'm so sorry that I can't be with you.
I gave my birthday money to mom so she could fly down there.
To see you, and thank the man who pulled you out in the nick of time.
I know I always wanted to see you cry.
For all the years you bullied me.
But now I want nothing more than for you to stop crying.
Because you don't get hurt.
Not my big brother.
Not you.
I know I always said I hated you.
But I don't.
I love you.
I love you so, so, so, so much, Clyde.
More than you will ever know, I love you.
Mom told me not too long ago, about when we were little.
She said that no matter what you did, I still defended you.
And when you were punished, my heart broke for you.
I remember crying, when you would sneak out.
When you did drugs.
When you went to jail.
Because you're so amazing.
Your soul is beautiful, to me.
I have always been there for you.
No matter what you put me through.
I will always be there for you.
And I will not let you down tonight, or any other night.
I will fight for you, and make sure you're in good hands.
**** me to Hell if I let Dad so much as look at you again.
You'll be okay soon, I promise.
I love you, goodnight.

I'm sitting here listening to a song
Wondering how I was so wrong
I used to think the days were long
But with days comes longer nights
It's hard to determine wrong or right
The way my face lit up from fright
As I knew I'd have to spend it alone
Thinking I'll be fine, I have grown
But a house is never ever a home
When I have to spend it isolated
And I hear echoes of words
Words that may remain unstated
As I get into a slight altercation
With my own mind, debated
Whether I should feel happy
Whether I should feel crabby
Whether this world was a big cage
Or that Earth was rather a grand stage
These purple walls feel black and white
And although the stars lit up the night
I'm left with the thought of how
Every star will eventually burn
Stabbing thoughts at every turn
As I start to think about all the encounters
All the people I have met
All the people I have yet to meet
And whether we were parallel lines
That were never meant to meet
Or we were somewhere in an
Almost asymptotic situation.

I had hoped my lives was not TanX
As I think on how my mind's been vex
Distorted , contorted to a fault.

I'm randomly thinking, over thinking
Just wondering whether I should be fine
Or draw upon another line
That separated the nights and the days
Where I was no longer dazed
By the fact that I have no real words to speak
And if I did, I would not know where to seek
As I keep my mindset on a ranting style
Letting it run wild
With thoughts of whether I should show concern
Over people of my past
As though the relapse of a friendship is evident
But it's not like lives became relevant
We kept thoughts to ourselves
Racking brains to sizes of elephants.
I ask myself,
Over and over again
No, I beg myself
Please pick up the pen
Just write your thoughts
Show the world your inner den
And then
I'm caught between writing useless words
That go unread or unheard
Fleeting like the migration of a bird
Just in and out of no real value
But I touched on many personal topics
And in a rather ectopic
Way this has become my personal diary.

I want to tell a story
It is about a star in the night sky
Well you see, this star
She was a bright one
She kept her light on
Just to guide the world home
And in her own life
She made those who felt alone
Felt appreciated, felt loved
She stole many hearts
Broke many hearts
And indeed broken as is
She knew how to fixed hearts
Sewed them up with threads
From the very veins that ran
Through her own heart.
Well you see one big problem
This bright lustrous star
Met a floating comet
This comet, you see
He wasn't a nice one
He wanted lights, gone
And kept his heart imprisoned
Inside a ribcage that
Resembled the cages
Within a hidden cave.
She, the bright light of a star
Was drawn to him,
Couldn't get near him,
Yet couldn't get far from him,
And so she knew of a solution
She let her lights dim,
Just so she could see him,
Just so she could hold him,
And with her fading lights
She left one night
Set up on a different life
When she knew nothing
Nothing could ever be right.
He, the comet felt stupid
Because although they floated
High above in space,
There was this asteroid
Named cupid
who tied their hearts together
...
And so he cried on and on
He cried till the tears were gone.

Light years pass by
He, the stupid comet
Met another star
That shined brighter than he
Have ever seen in a long time
Except he could only admire
He could only admire her from
A distance
In attempt at persistence
He realised her shine was warm
Her shine was comforting
Her shined stopped the hurting
Her shine lit through the curtains
Although she was different
Different to the old star
Yet the comet tried and tried
Wondering whether the part
Of him, that usually crashes
The Earth have died
Or whether he was just tired.
This comet had many uncertainties
But one thing was certain
He had not deserved her warmth
So he believed the Big Bang
Had made the comet and the star
Light years apart for a reason
And although the comet
Admired the beauty of the star
The kindness shown by the star
The care shown by the star
The warmth of the star
He knew maybe his life
As a comet was to only
Get along with a comet
And so with a conflicted mind
The comet found himself
A solution, the one thing
He had ever done right,
That was to bring the night
So that the star would
Always be around.
In the end of the story
Whatever the comet chose
Whatever the comet did
He knew within his mind
That no matter what
He would have made
A new marvellous friend.

The comet's light
  ... died...
within this last
  . ..line...