In my writings I am free.
Only these pages know
the real me.
Blindsides of myself
no naked eye will ever see.
Poetry.
My gift to thee.
© 2013

Maybe you should try and listen
To the words that leave my mouth.
Not the things that come from others
About who I am
What I've done.
You turn your head when I try to tell you,
My thoughts and how I feel
But instead you choose to listen to them.
The ones who know my name
And definitely not my story.

Every time I set foot in this city of dreams,
it beckons me and, yet, makes me feel like an outsider.
With its tall buildings and crowded roads,
with bridges built on sweat and blood
and empires built on character.
With its sticky wind and fast pace
you try to embrace the city,
but before you know it,
you get entangled
in this city of dreams,
this empire of hope.

This day
This grass
This air
This breath of wind

This wood
This path
This lake
This walk

This car
This street
This pub
This talk

These roads
These walls
These hills
That view

Every one
Reminds me
Of you

And the weight of the world
weighs down on me
Like a ten ton brick
A thousand miles long
And a thousand miles thick

I sometimes want rid of it

Ah yes, to lose myself in happy ignorance

But I am not I
without it
So no,
I shall never quit

"i'll love you until that balloon deflates"
a 3 am lie.
pining over old prom dates,
trying not to die.
don't act like we're first mates.
stop making me cry.
devours. he satiates.
i'm grasping air, i'm a shallow sigh.

Pour me
out
on you.
steel me.
cast me cold.

Hold me under the soft silken spell
of those luscious, lying, lips.

Scratch me, tooth and nail
leave rot and rust
dripping through my skin.
Leave some scars.

Bite and gnash.
Toss and turn.
Give me a wince to remember
when you're gone.

Ooze me out
like melting shadow milk
dripping
dripping
on your bone white bone cold skin.

Squeeze me.
Peel me.
Skin me
to your heart's content,
my blood is mine
to give.

Take
Receive
Taste and
see
the goodness
of violence
and a promise
of sweet, sultry pain.

Let me burn
and kindle
a fire left cold these last few years.
I can sear
a few old memories
away.

Forget
for a second.
Leave sense and pretense
behind.
I am here
for you.
My shadows, my chill,
are yours
to fill
the night with.

The red hour
is yours, burn it away.
Spark it with the cries of the night.
Shut the stars up for a while.
It will be our light
that shines
tonight.

And my soul crumbles

but my body somehow remains

And I'm screaming on the inside

but my eyes don't tear

And insanity catches up to me

but yet composture takes over...
-

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And what holds me?

Myself

And who is there?

Myself

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And the light is dim

but I know there is a brighter one

And my heart turns dark

but I don't let my head down

And I want to give up

but your love molds me

And I feel like nothing is worth it

but I know I have to fight

And only your voice revives me

but it was muted forever

And I want to die

but I must stay...
-
-

And what is life without you?

Nothing

And what am I?

Nothing

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And the world turns gloomy

but my eyes secretly sparkle

And my future looks distant

but I still hold on

And I just want to let go

but my pride is the strongest

And you will never see me fall

but my faith is long gone...
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-

And who understands?

No One

And who will ever understand?

No One

No One

No One

NO ONE

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