The delight of it all -
rain splattering skin
like tiny knives,
back of my hair
a throng of wet
sinewy stems
plastered to my neck.

I scoff blueberry
after blueberry,
perforate each
little indigo shell,
let the taste
swell as an ulcer
at the front of my tongue.

Snow becomes slush -
graphite clumps
sliced through by bicycles,
footprints of strangers overlap,
undulate as ECG lines
down alleyways,
into dimly-lit side-streets.

A couple kiss,
their lips
a strange pinky knot
of flesh and breath
outside a bar
bunged with get lucky
guys from across the bridge.

Find a bench,
allow the metallic cold
seep into my hands
like a morphine injection,
count every dull grey building,
tighten my scarf
a bit more, a bit more.

It's the flow of poisonous ink
The way you think
It's deadly
It's the sound of a beautiful scream
The way you dream
It's poetry

Your words are a dagger
Only stronger
Piercing through hearts
Touching a lifeless mind
Pain in some parts
But not difficult to find

It's the rain after lightning
The way your words pour
It's rhythmic
It's the heat of the sun setting
Powerful like never before
It's electric

Written or thought
I care not
Just that it's preserved
Because
This life is a song
**What will be your verse?

The tin man gave his heart to the scare crow

because he needed a reason to live

spending all day and night

talking to the wind

without a heart he would of gave in

he wouldn't of been able to live

but by giving his heart to the scare crow

it left the tin man empty

he had no way to feel anything

so slowy but surely

he stopped moving

because he couldnt live  knowing

he couldnt feel if he hurt somebody

he gave his brain to the lion

if he didn't have courage at least he could think

maybe he would be able to live in the background

but be smart enough to still help people

and change things

the lion gave his courage to the scar crow

so that one day

he will have the courage to get down

but until then

the lion couldnt wear his crown

then a girl named dorothy

came walking through

scarecrow, the outgoing man he was

gave her a talking to

he wanted to get down

so he asked her for a favor or two

the lions courage he used

to save himself and later the lion too

then he came across the tin man

not being able to move through and through

he walked over there

and put in the oil too

for the first time in years

he was able to move

then they hoped and skiped into the forest

where the tall trees grew

and as the lion hid in the bushes

he thought to prove he still had courage

stopping them was one thing he could do

so he stepped out in front

started hollaring a mess

then he got scared of a dog

and you know the rest

dorothy scholded him

the heartless girl she was

and told him he shouldnt of done that

the tin man would of felt bad to the core of his heaart

if he still had one

and because he didnt know

he tuned in

and the scare crow stepped back watching it all

as he cringed

later he told them

about the courage he had not

and dorothy changed her tune

and told him she would get his courage back

she led them all

into a place she didn't know

all so she could go home

since she was 11
she knew
being abused isn't a punishment
it's a birthright

Once upon a time there was a wounded angel
it fell from heaven
and couldnt fly back because its wing was broken

So it sat there
looking around for a sign of what to do
it stayed there for days
It was starving and needed food
he looked to his left and saw a farm in the distance

He got up and limped towards it
he asked the farmer for some food
but he didnt seem to care
"What can you do for me?"
"A fallen angel can't do anything."
but the angel begged and pleads
to the farmer for anything
"You can work for me."
so the angel agreed
he lived in a horse stall
with the horse
for 3 years he fed the horse
and took some food for himself to eat
he started to forget he was an angel
and he had wings
he forgot he was a chosen person of God
He started to believe as the farmer preached
a mouse watched the whole thing
he walked out to the angel
and inspected his wings
he saw they where healed
and told the angel of these things
but for months he wouldnt believe
he told the mouse to leave
reminded him he could be free
but the mouse stayed
and tried to get him to see
the mouse slowly but surely
got the angel to believe
it flew back to heaven
and told God about the mouse that gave him back his wings
God blessed the mouse
He said,"I will give you anything."
but the mouse refused
he didnt need anything
he was happy with his life
no matter what the angel believed
God agreed
and saved the mouse a place in heaven
for when he would leave his earth life
and the mouse and God would officially met

Hope was the burning fire
that kept her alive on the dark lonely nights
on a island named depression

Then a gust of Hate
blew her fire out

and when her fire went out
she saw an escape off the island
called suicide

i walk onto nothing
and make a bridge
**but it's burning behind me

You always say you want me to leave
and that you don't want to hurt me
that you don't want to bring me down
because your falling

What you don't understand is
that i wont fall
I have a strong foundation in God
strong enough to hold the both of us
and you wouldn't be falling
if you stopped jumping off

Stop pretending your not happy
stop pretending you don't feel joy
you can feel
but you wont admit its real
you cant admit your getting better
your pain comforted you like a wool sweater
but there is something better
something that doesn't make you lie
something that will be with you all the time
something that is right there waiting for you to open your eyes
you would see if you tried

but you have to choose to stand with me
neither me or God can make you believe
make you see
there is still good in you
you have a home
but you have to open your eyes
and see on your own

it's so dark
and i'm the only one with wings to fly

is this art?
or is it just another lie?

the silence screams the truth
but the darkness screams the lies
and it's so loud in here
there's a crowed in here