If I told you how i feel
Would you really listen
Blood gushes from a fresh wound
Melting the snow
When struck by the sun it glistens
Thoughts run wild
Fear a wolf that roams free
Cornered
And it has me back to a tree
Mouth tented red
Pieces of me missing
Wedge in between its teeth
Panting hides it’s face behind a veil of steam
Strands of fur sticks to my hands
Proof I withstood the attack
It sits
As I slump to the ground
Eyes fixated on me
I can sense it’s frustrated
Shifting its feet
Unsure what to do
Because if it kills me
It would cease to exist too

Winning
A heart
Is harder than getting a medal;
Actually heart isn't won
It is filled with feelings
That he feels belongs to him

the best thing you could teach two another

is how to love themselves,
so they can return the favor;
now that would be a refund!

I envy the cigarettes that kiss you goodnight,
And the fine white lines that make you feel alright.
I’m jealous of the whiskey that brings warmth to your skin,
And of your one off companions; tangled limbs in linens.
You tell me you’re prisoner to your fire within,
that you’re being tortured alive from your self inflicted sin.
You’re broken and bruised and turn to your vices
and build up a shelter in your self made crisis
And tell me it’s better that I walk away...
But my drug is you... and I have to stay.

The waterless sea
Gurgles furtively, lowly,
And the birds see

I get relief in the house of God
Or in your arms!

It is a fascinating sight
When a man helps
A blind man
Cross the road
After halting his car

Even in tough times
A strong mind wins
Because he knows
To flow against the cuurent

Without courage
Man is a bird without wings