Wear the sweater.

Unravel it as you walk, write your secrets on the threads, let them trail behind you

leave your life in a one-line riddle,

the answer only being

“it was you.

it was you.”

Let it go.

Do not follow your way back to the beginning,

to the genesis of that *******,

to the start.

Let it go.

Your nails grow too fast.

You cut yourself with them,

find bruises on your body.

How pleasant,

reminders of how the body lives its own life,

regardless of you,

without.

Without you I am fetal.

Without you I am hunched, old.

Within you I am a haloed angel,

soul carrying soul carrying soul.

Blood is running through your veins.
Your heart is beating.
  Air is getting pumped through your lungs.
   Your hair and fingernails are growing.
     Wrinkles are slowly forming on your face.
      Your mouth is producing saliva.
       You have a sense of smell.
        You can see and hear.
         You're constantly blinking.
          The scabs on your body always heal.
           Food and water are keeping you alive.
            But still,
You're dead to me.

I just want to say thank you
Thanks
Thanks to all those people that never gave up on me when I almost gave up on myself
Thanks to all those that offered a helping hand, you will always deserve my help
If you will ever need it
This piece you will know is about you… yes you
My friend, my ‘fan’… no one else will ever read it
When I write for you I do not just write, this piece I breathe it… I bleed it
That sort of support and faith in me from you… I realize now, I need it
Thank you
Thanks
You who pulled me aside at the bar… and said “I have never heard a doper rapper thus far”
You who said “That poem I read… the one you wrote, killed me dead”
You… my friend, are the reason I keep my head above water
The reason I don’t drown… word to my mother…
To my unborn son… to my unborn daughter
The number of times I thought ‘I’m done’
Then in the midst of a dark spell, a ray of hope, a light
A bit of sun
I am not a vampire so I step into it… I don’t burn
I allow that support to teach me, allow myself to learn
We all have at one point or another, danced with the devil
And tripped
But with your trampoline-like support, I bounce back
Yes
You show me, make me realize
I am more than well equipped.

Slide sat down
next to shove
push came over
forse on his shoulder
like he always was
then nowhere came in
made them all feel small
and that is how
Black Holes Make You Feel.

When you have just one life to get it all right
would you give it all up in just one night?
The effort, the fighting, the kicking, the biting
illuminating the truth with the most brilliant lighting.
To claim such strong love yet throw such big stones
seem truly a trick and a dead soul's lost moan.
My window has shattered, my heartbeat has stopped.
The blood in my veins and temperature just dropped.
Around me is glass and rusty-grey stones
with a rotten dead pain that roots from the bones.
My life line depleting is a deep red relief,
with a silent mind violent, with a broken belief.
Apologetic to apathetic in no time at all -
wrenching and wounding; the greatest of all falls.