Row the razor boat down my arms river.
I need to know of the beauty the hides inside,
Before I wave goodbye.
Give the man in a sky the highest five  
It was worth a try.
Restless is restless
The world is my garage
She's the asbestos .

Fear is that rock
In your throat
When you can't breath
And your eyes
Decide they're dry.
It's that numbness
That starts in your face
And paralyzes you whole,
Everything from
Your toes
To your brain
Until you're thinking
A million things at once
And nothing.
Fear is
Watching your best friend
Lose control of his body
On his kitchen floor
Because he was born with
A dysfunctional kidney
And not knowing how to
Make it stop
And realizing you might
Never laugh with him again.
I lie awake at night
With that image
Scarred into the
Back of my eyes
Because I'm afraid
There will be a next time
And that the next time
Will be the
End.

Even those
with
the iciest blood
and
the bluest hearts
still have
moments
where they wish
there was someone
they could wake
in the middle of the night
and whisper
"This has happened to me
and it is not ok
and I am scared."

Poetry is just taking

Fear
Pain
And anger
And forcing it into words

Poetry is simply taking

Sadness
Depression
And anxiety
And giving it rhythm

Poetry is merely taking

Worry
Love
And broken hearts
And making it a pattern

Poetry is taking these things
And writing it in blood
Pouring your heart out
And giving them life

Of all the things you mean to me,
I don't feel like we're best friends anymore.
There are too many unspoken truths between you and me;
Too many mixed up lies.

Now I want to tell you everything
I've been hiding for so long.
You've been here since the beginning.
Please don't forget me in the end.

The smudge of ink that is left when a mistake can't be completely erased
Just another failed attempt
Another rough draft
That's what I am
I think that if someone were to finish erasing
I could be rewritten as something much more beautiful
A better version of me
A better choice of words
Maybe if I could erase myself
You could recreate me more beautifully than this first edition
You could create me with the abundance of loveliness that you hold
Where I am "flawed"
You could write me as "fascinating"
Where I feel "ignored"
You could describe me as "engrossing"
Where I am "alone"
You could instead write "loved"
I want you to change me
Mold me
Shape me
Recreate me
Replace me with a better version of myself

Chin up, says the blonde haired boy, you shouldn't look so sad.
Your mom and daddy love you, life can't be that bad.
Chin up, says the blonde haired boy, you shouldn't look so blue.
You're pretty as a picture. More girls should look like you.
Chin up, says the blonde haired boy, I like you when you smile.
I know the distance seems so great, but we are worth every mile.
Chin up, says the blonde haired boy, the time is passing fast.
Just a few more weeks and you'll be home, in my arms at last.
Chin up, says the blonde haired boy, you go your way and I'll go mine.
I'm sorry that it didn't work out, these things happen all the time.
Chin up, says the blonde haired boy, you shouldn't look so sad.

May be dis road I wanna travel
Is not for me

May be the thoughts I have
wanna fool me

But still I feel my mind approves right
may be dis dark sky seem to bright

I know what can I do
But still people tease me
I don't want others telling me what can I do

Dis is the road I wanna choose
I never complain for my wrongs
Coz I know I m only responsible for my rights

All I want people keep their opinion wid themselves
And let me rule my mind

I wonder what i'll have learned
by the time I meet my death..
Will every second have counted,
or only the last breath?
Money is nothing to the departed.
And when the day is done and gone,
nobody finishes like they started.
What can I take if i can't carry it physically.
And where do I go when i am dead?
Out of all the lessons i've learned
can I remember any without a head?
Am I nothing or everything,
as I walk on earth in the flesh?
I am living everyday wondering,
if i'm just elements among the rest.
Tho I believe in heart-something like soul,
and against this there is no contest.
The wealthy don't have diamonds and gold,
but in wisdom they are blessed.
So I take pride in what I know,
and explore with the curiosity of a child.
I'm trying to ****** the days,
and overcome the wiles.
There must be more to discover,
cause how will the stars continue to shine?
After the morning I don't wake to another,
will I see a divine sun rise in the other side?
The end might be years away,
but it's always lurking near by.
It might even happen today,
or right now, or within the hour.
I don't know and I don't want to,
Some answers are as the thorns of a flower,
some knowledge must be felt or experienced.
There must be some greater objective.
With all I sought I found what best did,
put what's important into perspective.
Things that can never fall apart,
and that i will no longer let be neglected.
Cause i've found the truth in my heart,
I am a soul being perfected.