Got to give him dues.
Lord, I'm thankful for this new day.
You protected me through the week.
Kept me strong when others was weak.

Got to give you respect.
While people's in the world keep creating mess.
You keep me extremely focus.

Sure I stumble like others.
Sure I fall like many.
But you support me through all my good endeavors.
I just got to THANK you.
Bu giving you dues.

Whether in prayers.
Whether through helping others.
I remember, you were the creator of kindness.
And most of all love.
Which burns deep within ALL of us.

when you're on your last drink:
   find a crowded bar
   with a dark corner
   on the upper level
          and seep into the wood
          like the spirits
          you swear are consoling you

all these voices are crawling in on me...
all these visions make me die inside...
all these thoughts makes me numb...
all these things makes me a freak...
this world makes me very crazy...
i often make myself dissapper...
so i beg you, numb me please...
cause i dont wanna be here...
goodbye...*

**(c.m.h)

you could sit with my ****** wrists in your hands and i'd still insist that i was fine

i could sit in front of you crying and still make you believe that i am just tired

*(c.m.h)

Do not make excuses
It is really no use
Get it together
Take no more abuse
Build your foundation
Enrich your life
Move towards the right path
Make things bright

despite what you may think,
you do bring me happiness
but I was born an unhappy human
and I do not blame you
if that makes you want to leave me
you will tire of lifting me up
and holding me when I cry too often
you will grow bored of seeing me
with tears in my eyes and shaky hands
breakdown after breakdown
you will find yourself wanting to breakaway, so don't be afraid to do so
because I am afraid
I will be sad for a
long,
long
time.

-a.f.

Empty and fragile my hands trace the last few memories of you.
Even the words you played before you left my insecure soul,
the way the sun danced on your face when you laughed.
And oh, the radiance they carried...

Do you still laugh like that or are they empty echoes like my eyes?
Do you still write or are your words all dried-up like my roses?
Or are you flying with the devils wings and painting the doors red?
Whatever you do, just remember the talent that lies in between your poetry filled veins.
And please remember that I once loved you, and you did too...