What are you afraid of?
Oh, nothing sir.
Surely, everyone is afraid of something.
Yes, sir. I am afraid of the dark.
Of the dark?
No, more of what is in the dark. What is in the dark is most scary since you cannot see. Does that count sir?
silence Of course. You, young boy, are brilliant.
Sir? What are you afraid of?
Me, oh I am afraid of dying. It means my life here is done when I felt it just got started.
I must go sir, have a lovely afternoon.
The boy skips away from the old man. The old man smiled, stood up, and walked away.
Nearby, a woman said,
That boy is crazy, talking to that old man's grave. Why, he's been dead for over twenty years.

I should have listened
I should have done better
I should ... fight for you
But I can't
I want you to be happy
But not when I'm a weight on your shoulders
Stay with me

How do you write your whole world into one line?
It feels like I am pouring the ocean into an Olympic swimming pool.

i want to write about all the good things
like love and beginnings
but my mind is clogged
only an ending

i want to write a story, a poem just for you
with my feelings and thoughts
but my heart won't stop beating
it's eating me

i want to write a word, a phrase for all times
good for bad, bad for good
but my hands won't stop trembling
caged in so tight

Cotton Candy Skies
Won't You be Mine?

Do you hear the suffering,
and cries.
Do you see the desperation
in my eyes.
Do you see the drowning
of your lies.

Can you feel, Mrs. Black Widow?
Or is your heart black as coal,
and your mind void of hope?

Home and Mind
With this I lay mine
Down to rest
For demons and their hands
Want ink we hold
In our hearts and mind
I lay this mind down to rest
With my heart busted
And leaking
It’s time to go and sleep
And I won’t weep for this soul
But for it whole
Mind and Body
That’s where I rest
Home and Mind

They help you feel indifferent
Or they help you get high enough
To fall asleep with all the things you've done
Painkillers and Sleeping Pills
Make you forget it
They bottle it up and say take it
Call it medicine
Painkillers and Sleeping Pills

I have followed you so willingly into the rain
To make sure you don't lose all that you gained
And if my efforts go to waste let them know
That I could keep the pace

I have done what others wouldn't do
And that is battle death with a righteous mind
Hold my head so high that the heavens quake when they see me off to put death to bed on a Friday night
Let them know that this is for me, my might

Let them know that I am not going to lose
to you

Pretty, blue and dark
deep and wide
like a mouth full of tar
pretty, deep ocean
open your mouth
and swallow me whole
pretty, pretty ocean
so deep and dark

blissful and sweet
euphoric and keen

keep with you always a sharp mind
for your heart betrays you, in the best of times

deadly and meek
traitor and bleak

keep always your heart on your sleeve

Shiny cars and Plastic seats
Perfect clothes and Fake people
Mushy brains and Nimble feet
Look at the world with its treacherous deeds
Where souls come to live and bodies to rot

a promise to keep
no way to sleep
a life to beat
more to feast
crave the east
a promise of beasts

It’s kind of sad honestly
I mean
We’re literally floating on a rock in the middle of nowhere waiting for something big and scientific and amazing and miraculous to happen
See it sounds sad and pathetic
I mean
The only thing we ever think is happening is what is in front of us
And we are just floating on a rock in the middle of nowhere, with no where to go and waiting for the sun to blow us up or someone to take over the world
Yeah pathetic really


Reality Check total:
34 people enraged
12 people contemplating
54 people confused

The doll maker is not a lover
The doll maker will spend decades with death
The doll maker makes no mistake, he makes the people quake
And if you come face to face
Shut your mouth
He takes no chances with you or I
The doll maker will end your life like a fly in a web

Where can I find you
On the brink of death
Or hanging by a thread for joy
Where can I find you
Waiting for me at the threshold
Or by the Giving Tree, with spirit
Where can I find you
Right next to me
Or gone for the next hold
Where can I find you
It echoed

I like to think
to think about the people
to think about the dead
to think about the inevitable
I like to think
to think, think, think
but now I know that thinking
is a dangerous passtime
for you and I

a cocoon is fit for those who bloom
after blood is shed
after those are dead
a throne is fit for those who bleed
after months have fled
after those are dead
your mind is fit for madness
after sadness is condemned
after your death is commanded

If my life were yours and your life was mine
Then who's life would our's be if we both lived them free
If my heart was yours and your heart was mine
Then who's heart would be broken if we both ran out of time
If I gave you my eyes and you gave me your eyes
Then who's future would we be seeing
Because if is to then, then is to the future
The future would be different since you would see the wrong  one

My own little world
Where the sun dies every night to let the moon breathe
Where all the little creatures live in harmony
Where all the people sing with lovely rhythms for me
My own little world where nothing goes wrong
My own little world
Where the moon tries to stay alive longer; drowning the poor sun
Where all the predators hunt for everything that breathes or moves
Where all the people scream for me
My own little world
Where the mind goes mad, so do I

Let me drown
Let me smile one last time
I'll say tomorrow
but death says today
He grins, takes my chin into his cold hand and whispers
Today
I'll cry to death and he'll laugh
Tell me he's happy to see me
Happy to know I'll be with him
Today
He bends down, his eyes darkening
Sweet and tinder, his kiss
Today death said, I'll take her
Death said she deserves so much better
Today, tomorrow
Death does not slow down
He waits for you to smile to strike you down

I do not write for tragedies and happy endings
I do not write for fame or money
I do not write to hurt others
I write to show you that feelings are everywhere
Not just the ones you have

The world did not end in a bang or a whisper
But in one scream at a time.
The world wasn’t on fire or flooding
But the people made sure to bring its bleeding.
The world did not end with you.