kissing guns
my secret *****
don't know how to fire
i puke on green carpets
leaving lipstick in the sun to melt
choke me i'm not breathing
i don't want to cry ever again
whisper poetry into my spine
and i might ****** quietly
**** me into the mattress
         and i'll cry

I have no grasp on my feelings anymore
I lost track of them crying on my bed room floor

Ive lost all sanity
All grip on reality

Standing against a tall wall
Knees weak from the journey and about to fall

I stare blankly at the wall with tears at the end of my eyelids
I cry out a scream of helplessness to anyone who would hear
But as always I am left alone to quiver in fear

With my fist tightened I throw it to the wall
A sharp sting grows within my fist and tears begin to fall

I fall to my knees and hold my wrist
With tears in my eyes I shout to the heavens and raise my ****** fist

The heavens shout back with a thunderous roar
And a rod of lighting strikes the soil beside me
At that moment a new feeling was born inside of me

I pull myself up and throw my fists to the wall
Over and over I punish my fists
And as tears fall down my eyelids

I begin to see the wall weakening to my fists
I throw another one and blood begins to pour to the floor
And I begin to realise I am at war

I look down to my ****** fists
I roll them up into a ball for one last try
And try hold the tears in as I cry

I set myself up and throw my fist to the wall
With the impact, the shock of my hands shattering sends me to the ground
And I lay there with no sound

I punch the devil in the face and come back to life to see...

The wall has been broken and I have been set free.

-T

When the wind works against us so
It is all I can do but smile
For most are afraid, but I know-
The wind just wants to play a while

When the rain pelts down from the heavens
And the people seek a solace in their home
A chuckle beckons
Can't they see, while its raining is the best time to freely roam

When the thunder snarls and roars
I have to appreciate it
It has the power to shake the floors
Yet thunder would never harm a soul- it has the purest spirit

Wind, rain, and thunder
Forces only the most skilled poet could write
Oh what a wonder
Nature truly does display beauty at its height

What works for me might not work for you,  
In college I used to get high,  
Read forums on higher thoughts,
And get high marks,
Smoking ***,
Adventure time let's spark and embark,
Analytical and logical,
Like the square root of 2 irrational occasionally,
I like to escape boredom and get crazy,
The difference between right and wrong sometimes hazy,
Skywalking on life,
A king looking for a wife,
Should I join the dark side,  or stick to the light,
I'm either going to end up in an asylum committed,
Or end up helping people talking during
A commitment.