I opened myself up and pulled my ribs to the side
        Trying to find something that matters.
                   Something to stick to.
A religion,               a belief,
                |Anything
And in the              dark empty space
                |I found
Whatever                  led me to understand who I                                Thought I was
                **|was already dead.

Het hart is
Een bodemloze put
Elke schreeuw echoot
De leegte groot als
Het gevuld wordt met het
Woord dat de holte
Doet klinken zonder
Het te vullen met
Levend water

I hear your complaints
Causing your own problems
Moaning over it everyday
But refusing to change
And I’m not talking about your heart
Because that’s precious
So stop giving it scars
And tearing your life apart

Take it in and let it back out
Soak in the love
Brush of the negativity
Whatever it may be
It’s ok

Out of body, out of touch
If I feel at all, then I feel too much
This poem is as shallow as my grave

But I'm still digging

If I want a God then I'll misbehave
If I want to be sad then I'll entertain
Just because I'm found
doesn't mean I'm around
Just because I'm growing up
Doesn't mean I can't be down

I'm sorry, mom and dad,
but if I want to be happy then I'll have to be sad
I'll write until my fingers bleed
Until my words are the blood that the readers need

You were there, just for me
Hot, steaming, full bodied
I just couldn't resist you
I could almost taste you...

I held you close
You melt the chill with your warmth
I inhale your essence
I wet my lips in anticipation

You scald my lips, but it doesn't matter
Your bittersweet flavor is delicious
I close my eyes, not minding the rain outside
I luxuriate in your comfort

For a moment, time stands still
No worries or distractions
A little escape into solitude and sweet serenity
Just me and my perfect cup of coffee

My poem is my true selfie,
An X-ray of the inner me,
A snap-shot of reality,
A close-up of what's really me,
Un-shopped pixels of beauty.
Me.