I wish to speak
nonsense words and
be understood; for
I am a poet.
Every and any
meaningless thing has a
meaning.
You just have to
look for it.
So my job is to
give these things their
purpose, give them their
life.

I
breath life into the
letters I form,
for I am a
savior. These
words had no intentions until I
picked them up and
brushed off their dust. I
caress them and
care for them and
bend them to my will;
they oblige willingly.
These words create
art on your page, and
I am the
artist, putting
ideas in your mind from a
simple picture. But
this picture you can
read. You can
read the
emotions and
ideas plainly.

I wish to put
thoughts in your mind, for
I am a hypnotist.
I take these words and
twist them to your
preference,
infiltrating your subconscious with
my ideas that I
****** upon you;
I leave
subliminal messages to
think what I think,
do what I do,
say what I say.
You don’t even realize that
you do the same with your
own words.

I wish to be
noticed, for I am
human.
I
write these words
feverishly, hoping that
SOMEONE will
see them,
read them,
appreciate them.
I pour out my
heart and soul in a form that
you will listen to;
all I ask in return is your
approval,
response,
opinion.
Any reaction would suffice.
But it’s for
you that I write, for
you that I take
time and energy to
face my fears,
expose my flaws,
expose my
self;
prove me vulnerable.
Yet
you give me nothing in return.
And I
continue in this
thankless career,
dreaming of the day when
somebody will realize that
all I want is to be
appreciated.

My hair cascading down my back
my back straight, head held high
tracing my fingers over my skin
showing the bruises from the night before
my eyelashes batting trying to hide the tears
i look in the mirror seeing a stranger there
its not me it can't be
brown eyes so deep to see the very soul
full eyelashes batting to kiss the sky
pale flawless skin as soft as the snow
i slip the ribbon around my waist
tightening it there in a single bow
i brush make up over the bruises
put a smile on my face
i slide the heels on my feet
an look in the mirror once more
it is me a beauty in disguise
a devil hiding in an angels skin....

Dark memories forged into my mind
There are many of my kind
So don't pretend I'm the only one
That lives under the sun

Can you think of a way to leave
Can you think of a way to believe

I try and try to get clean
Just to undo the undone
And spoil all your fun

I'm afraid I don't get what you mean
I just have dark memories that are black
I have no hope of ever getting them back

This life has me question the work of above
It has be doubting a thing called love
I am cold and dead inside
And I can no longer live in the dark and hide

I will come out to see the light
And no longer dwell at night

I try and try to get clean
Just to undo the undone
And spoil all our fun

I need to return to my queen
Tell her that I'm sober
Which is worse then being hungover

I cannot dwell on what was
Well just, just because
I have been home to long
Is having one drink oh so wrong

Seeing your face makes me stop and see
This is not who I want to be
Going away from the bar
Getting very very far

I try and try to get clean
Just to undo the undone
And spoil all your fun

Here I stand with a broken bottle
Living life at full throttle
Can't apply brakes its to late for that