A river has flood me,
with the world's lost dreams.
The last breaths of love.
The loneliest of screams.

Let me cry and leave me be.
Won't you just not bother me?
I gave my spine and soul and dreams.
I gave my everything it seems.
But never have you had enough,
old monster, teach me to be rough.
Take me while I'm squishy.
I'm empty,
yet still not sharp.
I'm crying,
yet not a harp.
I'm broken,
but I'm not gold-dust.
I'm nothing,
but still I must-
exist by the waves,
crash by the night,
hide by the day,
or in a fright I fight.
This is my hell,
my bright red tunnel.
I don't remember what led me to this hole,
but it pulled me down and let me go.
The bright red lights that flash and blind.
The tunnels tight and the dirt unkind.
The only thing that calms my mind-
when the fountain falls,
and holds me tight,
to bear this tunnel-
through tonight.

I kind of hate everybody,
probably hate you too,
cause everybody lies to me.
I don't know what to do.
Yell at me, cause I won't open,
yell at me, to close.
I'm a bad guy
a mad guy,
a crazy little show,
spinning like ferris wheel,
and I don't even know.
But I'm the broken car,
look like the rest, but just not right.
Can't you let me be, though?
I don't want to fight.
Not tonight.. please, at least not tonight.
Watching from the top,
at me dancing alone.
Dance like no ones watching,
but I'm not on my own.
They watch me like a celebrity,
judge my every move.
They just don't get the dances flow;
it doesn't match my groove.
Flawed and mistaken,
over-dramatic and confused.
I could have walked away,
but I never have refused.
So fire away your comments,
and hate,
and beady eyes,
I must be asking for it,
and saying stop as some coy disguise.
Just please not tonight.
Let me go for just today.
I've had enough of dancing,
so please take the spotlight away.

You don't know me.
Don't know who I am,
or where I come from.
You don't know me,
beyond my blues and grays and greens.
You might know my favorite color, or show,
but not what to me, it means.
You don't know my story.
You can't see my heart.
You aren't in my brain.
So dear god don't you start-!
Please clip this off here,
and just leave me be..
If you don't give a ****-
then stop barking at my tree!
I'll give you my ears,
like Vincent Van Gogh.
I'll give you whatever.
but I won't let you know,
whats inside,
or what happened,
okay?
I know you don't care.
I know you won't stay.
I know you won't like me,
or understand.
You'll just criticize me.
You can't hold my hand.
I might be alone,
for the rest of my life.
I might be like a child.
My future full of stife.
I might be a maniac,
or a monster to you,
no matter how hard I try,
and no matter what I do.
So give me a break.
Stop asking for more.
Stop yelling at me,
or knocking at my door.
You don't seem to get it,
and you never will.
No matter how hard I scream,
no matter how shrill-!
I beg of you please,
after all we did,
don't open pandora-

Just close the lid.

Be okay with the fact,
you can't handle the truth.
Be alright with knowing,
it won't be something you get.
No one ever might,
so please...

Just forget-.

Just forget-!

A poet without words is probably dangerous
Puzzled mind
Stoic face
Not leaving a trace.

All I want is for someone to find me. Someone to put themselves in my shoes from the love of my travel. To listen to the rambles I have from the love of my passion and voice. I want someone to notice me, and swim the rapid rivers of my thoughts, the shaky quivers of my breathing heart, walk seamlessly through the vines of my insanity, finding the truest me deep down within. The one that is good and bright and worthy. And put a mirror to her, so she sees... and I see. Letting me know someone else sees something amazing in me and helps me to see it myself. So I can feel normal, and real, and loved all at once. It doesn't have to be permanent, feeling this way everywhere I go. Simply with them. I want to feel calm, and happy, and real, and normal... and loved.
That's all I want.