You abandoned me when I was low,
Said I needed to remember my problems were my own.
You thought I didn't know that
I was reminded everyday...
When I woke and your weren't with me...
When I slept and your weren't there...

I know you must have forgotten me,
I doubt that you even cared...
But if you ever read this,
there's one thing I'd like to share.
I know now my problems are mine,
I struggle with them everyday.
But now I tell no one,
Because I cannot deal with losing anyone ever again...

Oh Lord,
I believe you have not thought through,
This "gift" you give to me.
In reality I do not want it anymore...
No matter what I do with it the outcome is the same...
Death
I'll end up buried 6ft underground,
In a casket made of the sorrows of those who loved me,
Loved me, even though they knew what would happen...

So Lord,
I do not want this gift of Life.
Because with it I can do nothing...
Take my life and give it to someone better...
That way I can be 6ft under the ground in *peace...

Poetry can’t be a limitation
Words radiating the poet’s imagination
Transcending beyond mere understanding
Poetry mesmerizes the soul and heart
Words beyond the regular
Reading between the lines, to decipher
For Poetry shall remain forever
Lyrical hymns, always hummed by poem lovers
Surviving the centuries, and beyond
Poetry can pay tribute, to unspoken feelings
From poet to poet and from poems to poems
A rich legacy will weave intricate Art

I am

      quietly going insane,
      a victim of a hundred sleepless nights,
      a concealed chaos,
      composed of a thousand masks,

f i n e

saying goodbye is too hard for me
like i'm erasing the past
moving on
i don't want to forget you
but
in time the memories fade
and it will be hard for me to hold on

How can this smile...trick them?
How can it hide a million tears?
       A thousand cuts?

How can it make them think everything is perfect?
How can it hide a world of pain?
       A mind of torture?

with my feet on the ground
and my head in the clouds
I try to survive this trip stepping around
every stranger in the strange crowds

dreamers have no place in this world
so my heart fights my day job habits
my creativity shot from cannons is hurled
while I run down holes chasing white rabbits


have I lost my mind?
where was it before I asked?
did all the drugs politely turn down all the questions of my kind?
did every line of coke spell answers to my lifelong pain masked?


with my tie on to make a dollar
I can shake your hand with the fakest of faces
but the relief I need to loosen the collar
always leaves little strung out traces

but isn't life made to never count one person?
isn't that why we marry and breed?
so we have misery's company as the days worsen
and an excuse for the green bill greed


you think I fear the conference room meeting?
I'm more afraid of Captain Hook
because as I grow down I realize the stories
were precious distractions from all the beatings I took


******* wear my life for a day and try to endure the hurt
I've learned the pain killers that go down like spoonfuls of sugar
I've learned to suture when the blood spurts
and the bars and friends with compliments will always be my pushers

so with feet on the ground where the killers carry all the keys
I keep my head above all that's you spell out as real
and I'll never take another **** on my knees
because the pushers and the wonderlands make sure I never have to feel

There's a noose around your neck,
where you've hung your expectations
Too high.