I got the sobriquet
"Poet of the fall"
after my poems
fell to the ground
without life in them.

gonna build a stairway from all the tears i cried
all the way to heaven with railings either side
then will walk to you be with you once more
i will wait for you outside of heavens door

united once again for eternity
you and i together forever we will be
then my tears will dry and i wont have to cry
in heaven up above together we can fly

Anywhere, Anytime;
Anxiety Attack, Panic Attack;
Sometimes I cry;
Sometimes my chest tightens;
Sometimes I feel choked;
Sometimes I hyperventilate;
Sometimes I feel like I'm dying;
It's hard...
But I'm trying to fight....

i heard a little lark singing out his song
in the morning dew his melody so strong
such a lovely song mellow and so sweet
my heart began to melt as he began to tweet

every note in tune as clear as can be
it filled me up with happiness made me feel so free
he sat there a while then he flew away
i can here his song to this very day.

Mother
Help her
Don’t you love her
She’s bleeding out
On the bathroom floor
Mother
Hold her
Can’t you see she’s dying
Right there in front of you
Her lungs are shaking
Mother
Tell her
That she’ll be alright
Put pressure on her wounds
Stop the flow
Mother
Help me
I don’t want to die
It’s getting so cold
Please keep me warm

I hate for I was deceived
You hate for I am weak
Others hate for they do not understand

In-between the breathes of panic
While blood trickles to my fingers tips
The only hate that I know
Is the one for my myself

Mother Moon smiles at me
She says it’s okay to be alone
If alone is grounding, is peaceful, is safe
Because, child, there will be many battles to be fought
There will be times, lots, when you’ll be thrown into death
But now, tonight, rest in the bossom of your mother
Let her comfort you, care for you, tell you all is well
My mother smiles at me, she embraces me in her cool breeze
And I am home.