Two little monkeys jumping in a tree,
one fell out and looked at me.
He gave me a sniff,
and glory be,
I ran with monkeys chasing me.

By earth and by sky,
by lands and by sea,
I've been caught in a web by my enemy.
Close to the edge and yet setting free,
I've been caught in the web of my enemy.
Mere cats in my way,
chewing the day,
I sway my tail,
a lost in the may.
Careful I watch,
for the worry I've learned
the fear that I know,
of a third-degree burn.

Under the water.
At the bottom of the shore, it lies.
It faces the ocean roof, and peeks out to the sun, that peeks out to it.
It breathes and stares on into the glass top.
Everything is slow.
Everything is cold.
This is where it always was.
This is where it always is.
The water overflowed the hole hidden in the stomach.
There is peace for once.
It could cry of joy, but no one would know.
That is why it ran.
That is why it left.
To take a breathe into the unknown.
To be where others disapproved.
It's the disapproval that drives the car.
And the car falls.
And the car drags a figure to the ocean bed.
And the figure lies on the bed.
And instead of sleeping it stares at the ceiling, as it always has.

In a world unreal, where edges blur,
I drift through life, an uncertain blur.
The colors fade, the shapes distort,
A surreal landscape, my mind's retort.

I'm caught in a realm, detached and strange,
Where reality shifts, and perceptions change.
The familiar becomes distant and unknown,
A fragmented reality I call my own.

The world feels hazy, like a dream undone,
Disconnected, I search for a sense of the sun.
I grasp for solidity, for something real,
But everything wavers, as if it can't be sealed.

Time slips through my fingers, moments disarrayed,
An ethereal journey, where moments cascade.
Faces and voices, they all merge and blend,
I struggle to grasp the fragments, to comprehend.

In this altered state, I question my existence,
Am I here, or just a figment, lost in persistence?
I yearn for a tether, an anchor to hold,
But the ground beneath me feels untold.

Yet within this detachment, a flicker remains,
A spark of resilience, a soul that sustains.
Through the foggy mist, I find strength anew,
To navigate this realm, to find my own view.

I'm something hard to see,
your something far too free.
I'm twisted up in wicked love,
Your mystified by wistful lies.
I beg and plead that you love me,
you cry and moan to go back home.
No, not just yet my flower girl,
not just yet my queen.
You beg to bed to dream.
I watch you cry and feel a warmth,
yes, now you feel just as me.
To break our bones is nothing,
when lost is all we be.
So smell you flower I picked from home,
to give you a smile once more,
or cry on dear,
for I do fear,
the loss up there will hurt your core.
Above in home,
is where they roam,
the wicked ones with hope.
Below is warm,
and honest love,
the ones you hate all lie above.
Now, smell you flower,
smile or cry.
Yell your woes oft to the sky,
either way,
together we stay,
until we reach- our dying day.

How did we get here?
Well, I don't know.
Was it the way you said you just "let go"?
Was it the way I couldn't fix the hole?

How did we get so torn apart?
Was it destined for us from the start?
Was it the universe pushing and pulling again?
Maybe all good things must come to an end.
Maybe monsters made messes of this, making a mockery of our first kiss.

You saw it coming,
I saw it too.
We saw it chasing, but didn't know what to do.

Can we still stop it?
I fear it's too late?
It beckons and gawks at us,
So it could be fate.

But- I don't want to let you go.
You don't want to see me cry.
I don't want to walk away,
And feel my whole heart die.

I'll burn you into my soul,
So please-
Please-
Please don't go.

Stop.
Remember.
It's far too late.
This old september love,
Has reached it's- expiration date.

Wait.
No, i can't take it.
Stop,
Cause i can't breathe.
I don't want to let you go,
But i know that our hearts must grieve.

The end.
I know.
But maybe Ill see you again,
In the timeless flow.
And after all is done and said,
Maybe we will have our clearer head.

Wait.
No, i can't take it.
Stop,
Cause i can't breathe.
I don't want to let you go,
But i know that our hearts must grieve.

I'll let you go now-
I-
I'll let you leave.

I've found a sparkle among the dark.
Like glitter in the eyes of a fairy, hymn, "hark!"

"The light hath found beneath the sidewalk so taken. None glimpse down; thus this light hath them shaken."

My aching and longing are living no more,
I finally find what I've been longing for.

A bridge is not needed,
The distance not far.

I need no train, bus, nor car.
To be where you are.

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

Give me to the stars.

I'm tired of the hard life
One road to misery
The bridge that breaks
In London
The scars of our expressions
That still bleed
I'm tired of the lemons
I'm tired of lemonade.
There's not enough sugar
Or water
And I sit at this stand
Unpaid
There are limits to be made.
But how-?
I'm tired of the ultimatums
"...my way or the highway..."
I'm tired of feeling like a human,
Naked,
In a steel,
See-through bubble
At the bottom of the ocean
Freaking out
I'm tired of the notion
That things get better
The more you shout
I'm tired of win or lose
I'm tired of die or live
I'm tired of morals
And human way
I'm tired of take
Being the same as give
I'd love to run away
But how-?
To die,
But no
I'd love to walk away
And just go
So simple
Yes,
It's quick
I'd be gone
Beyond our fantasy
My soul would be neither here
Nor would lie there
Yes,
My soul would simply be
Bare..
I'd frolick about without underwear
I'd dance without chains and I wouldn't care
I'd frolick
Here and...
There...
But where-?

In the depths of shadows, I find my way,
A maze of thoughts where emotions sway.
A haunting melody, a twisted tune,
Words entwined like a midnight moon.

A shattered soul, fragmented and torn,
Aching wounds that have yet to be mourned.
A kaleidoscope of colors turned gray,
In this realm where echoes hold sway.

I'm a wanderer in a labyrinth of dreams,
Lost in the maze where reality gleams.
Whispers of the past, echoes of the now,
Seeking solace, wondering how.

Monsters dance in the corners of my mind,
Their presence felt, their touch unkind.
They leer and taunt, my fears they feed,
Yet within this darkness, I plant a seed.

For amidst the chaos, a flicker of light,
A glimmer of hope, burning so bright.
Through the pain and the tears I embrace,
The beauty that emerges from this darkened space.

So I write my words, I paint my verse,
A cathartic release, a universe.
In the tapestry of emotions unspoken,
I find solace, a heart softly broken.

This is my refuge, my sanctuary true,
Where I can be vulnerable, and yet, renew.
In the cadence of my thoughts, I find reprieve,
And in this poetry, my soul finds a weave.

So let the ink flow, let the words dance,
Expressing the depths of my circumstance.
For in this poetry, I am set free,
To explore the depths of what it means to be me.

Sometimes the one you think is hurting you is helping you,
and the one you thought was helping you was always quietly hurting you.
The invisible rug is always under our feet,
but who is it that holds the end?
Surprises come from everywhere,
but there's a point in life when you just won't even care.
I hope you soon get there.

neon skies and walk- bys how hard to remember thise faces. forgotten people, and they leave ni traces. How unfair we dont have the ability to carry ourselves and all of them. how cruel we can fall too far buf onlt fly so high. And if we try to hard we are plucked right out the sky. How sad to see someone fight so hard for their wings to simply die. But it wont stop you from trying. You'll still keep others feom dying. You'll wipe their teara when your friends are crying. Youll shine brighter than the sun so when they see the dark they know where to run. How kind you are to be the one, who knows when a smile-chain has begun. If i could be greater and better and grand, Id help you out. Someday- Ill give you a hand.

Will you let me be by your side,
through the troubles,
through darkest night?
Will you let me,
love you so much?
My heart can't hold out much longer...
I'd like just one touch.
I need to know.
Where next to go.
Will you let me be your guardian angel.
Will you let me handle the devils?
You mean more than I do.

While your searching for the answers I'll gaze,
at your pretty eyes, and the way you pass the days.
I cuddle with a book but am I reading at all?
I'm busy fascinating about the future I'd recall.

Will you let me be by your side,
through the troubles,
through darkest night,
Will you let me,
love you so much.
My heart can't hold out much longer,
I'd like just one touch,
I need to know.
Where next to go.
Will you let me be your guardian angel.
Will you let me handle the devils?
You mean more than I do.
I know it's true, don't say it's not.
While I stare, you'll be waiting on the rest on the world to make you whole.

Nevertheless my heart still spins
It drifts and flows on with the winds.

Desire,
what love I shed on thee,
but fair has fate,
which scowls at me.
You look in a mirror,
your face in distress,
the mirror sees gruesome,
though I only see the best.
You sob out your envies,
I bring back it's head,
the sweetest smell follows,
though the fairest is dead.
I deliver the creams,
that best symbolize you.
They are each filled with mystery
which you fancy with no clue.
I don't beg you be grateful,
As you I be most the same.
If I were showered with love by one,
I'd seek the others for fame.
I don't doubt your elegance,
nor the great curve that cracks you face.
No, I know your lost within their minds,
but I hope I am not misplaced.
For I love what I feel,
but you love what you see.
I am no bound servant,
though nay I wish to believe that of me.
I love my love,
and she love me.
I love my love,
so she love me.
So shall I stay,
for infinite.
Gazing at her beauty,
that she may never see.

I get the crust and the gristle of a thistle once a missile shooting out into the sky and I cry, wonder why. Never sure what I feel for the meal of a deal and then words more like air slip the breeze in my hair, butterflies in the skies killing what kept my alive. Oh too bad, well how sad, if the songs last lines din't matter it'd harm, it'd make the soul so very mad. Here I fall, there I stand like a robot dancing to the tunes. It's demand. Hear I laugh, hear I cry. I hear the screams and feel the burn, so why? Why unsure, of what's telling me my life is so impure. Threatened heart, from the strings that wrap it, tearing it apart. Feel the clench of a bundle of what you yourself have drench and so benched. And you threw to me the horror show, I never so have thought would reckon me to be. I, to be, it's master and it's longing family, here I cry. Hear "I" cry. For I exist in heart, but never, not in mind. There I stand once again as a memory of all that I pretend. If I tried, to be real, the pieces fall apart inside. So I hide, then I quiver and I shake as 'me' is inside. I can touch to the shelter covered in the unbelieving, underachieving to be who I know I am to be. Or at least what you see. I crush the old me and start anew, though I grew. I, immortal to myself have stomped the true. And I become something greater than simple little shrew. Do not lie! For I see with one eye, the look through me. What you see is a host, not the ghost, that lives on. "Awh, look at me. I'm so strong!" Laugh along. Child there. Where? Oops, forgot to care. Now I stare, towards the end that's never ending like this script. Never ending. Twist and bending. Don't kid me, I'm no kid. I'm the body of a youth, but I am dead. I've destroyed myself, if others didn't do a perfect job. Hold up stop! I'm letting go, a bubble that will pop. It will burst, destroying me, if it doesn't **** me first. Here I stand. Hear I cry. There I go. I have died.

The one who survives by making the lives
Of others worthwhile
She's coming apart
Right before my eyes
The one who depends on the services she renders
To those who come knocking
She's seeing too clearly what she can't be
What understanding defies

She says I need not to need
Or else a love with intuition
Someone who reaches out to my weakness
And won't let go
I need not to need
I've always been the tower
But now I feel like I'm the flower trying to bloom in snow

She turns up the light
Anticipating night falling tenderly around her
Watches the dusk
The words won't come
She carries the act so convincingly
The fact is sometimes she believes it
She can be happy with the way things are
Be happy with the things she's done

And yet I need not to need
Or else a love with intuition
Someone who reaches out to my weakness
And won't let go
I need not to need
I've always been the tower
But now I feel like I'm the flower trying to bloom in snow

Reach out, hold back
Where is safety
Reach out and hold back
Where is the one who can change me
Where is the one
The one

Reach out, hold back
Where is safety
Reach out and hold back
Where is the one who can save me
Where is the one
The one

I need not to need
Or else a love with intuition
Someone who reaches out to my weakness
And won't let go
I need not to need
I've always been the tower
But now I feel like I'm the flower trying to bloom in snow

I feel like I'm the flower trying to bloom in the snow
The danger and the power
Friend and the foe

Always seeing,
always watching.
A close distance.
Like bounds of stars,
close to the eye,
but actually far.
Curious stares
circle the world.
Not really sure
where utopia is,
but being a flower in the wall,
means growing to the sky.
Holding hope like pollen,
and having meet and greets,
with the visitors.
These are the wallflower ways.

She never let the sun go down
Her eyes were almonds in the spring.
Her arms were always by her side,
And when we sang her arms would swing.
But by night her lips were flamming,
A fire burnt so cold,
Her dreams were utmost frightening,
And her stories,
Not mine to be told.
She paced through life like a diamond,
Roughed out to the perfect cut.
She didn't look down,
For she felt that the ground,
would soil her back to a mut.
I held her hand for a moment,
And she smiled,
So I released.
She didn't want my help,
Just knowing I was there was all she'd need,
But then she soon fell low,
Down through the ice, water; snow.
She fell beyond my grasp,
Her smile forever last.
She walked a path on her own,
I learned I must let go.
Its every nightmare I know,
When you bargain "no",
But there they go.
Off on the path that alone she paved
..and alone she swore she'd trough.

Love, what a Widow's day.
First bloom Celosia,
singing in the rain.
Rushing streams faint noises,
in a land some length away.
Dream clouds bathing,
in the clearest sky of blue.
  Children loafing on the chairs,
    complaining, "we have nothing to do."
There are dishes and laundry the plenty,
  but "no way" they always say.
    "Instead of working, or hiding in the house,
       we should go out and play."

People say, "If you don't want the world to know don't tell it."
But when my tears are flowing like a rushing fall.
When my heart is really about to stop beating
When I just can't move because all my thoughts have been taken
I can't just hold it all in.
I can't pretend I never lost in the war of man and woman
I can't pretend I'm not frail and useless now to him.
I can't pretend I ever was his.
Yet I try to.
I try to tell the world of these feelings
that all they will do is sympathize with words such as, "Poor thing. I feel sorry for you."
They will never get it.
They will never understand the pain I go through
I went through to write a single poem.
To feel so broken and be told not to tell the world
The world must be a really ***** place, to spread about a girl who just was scared
The world must be a heartless black pit that ***** you in.
That makes you so sad you could hardly say a word.
While you clench your hair and hold in the scream
that you realize you wouldn't be able to let out anyhow.
And when you press enter you know it
You know the whole world is passing around your true thoughts
like they are some kind of virus
Would the whispers of your life stop.
No.
They would just become louder
More and more whispers
you would clench your teeth and just...cry...
A new phobia has been awakened
and your heart has become colder than it once was.
It might have been worse if you just held it in.
It might have crushed you inside
This may have been better
Maybe...
Maybe it was better but, maybe...it just became worst

I held the tiny, uneven piece of my heart in my hand. I didn't know what to do with it, where it came from, or why it was in my hand. Before I could do anything it crumbled before my eyes in such a slow motion. As slow as it was I had always been slower. The whole time I felt like something in my heart and mind faded away so slow I was not fast enough to respond. Gone in the wind the dust spun. That dust just- was gone in an instant. I don't know anymore, I feel like I can feel. I haven't gone numb. A shiny point came down crashing next to me, but I didn't flinch. I didn't move my eyes at all. It drew on my head, wrote words on my shirt, and erased the past. "I shouldn't have simply let go," my mind said. The voice was blurred. Every sight and word was coming through a blurry screen door. Every movement was empty and dulled. I felt the eraser drag away my eyes, my head, my ears, my nose, my mouth, and then me. Suddenly I was evaporated. Clouds were drawn above me and dropping me to the floor. So I was a part of a cycle now? Okay. Up, down. Up, down. Up. Down. I was water in the mist. The mist I would've been so captured by, but I was no longer me. I was only water in the mist now. Only water in the mist.

Like a web,
tangling up one string under,
over, and knot.
No way to more simply,
explain train of thought.

People diein' on the streets.
****** puddles at our feets.

But we could be a family.
We could be a whole.
We could be together.
But no one could be cold.

If we could live on an island,
no hate,
no guns,
no war.
We'd look back and wonder,
what was it all for?

People diein' on the streets.
****** puddles at our feets.

Gangs,
tempts,
nudes,
exempts.

We sit at desk,
eating or eaten.
we laughed at or laughing.
beating or bleedin'.

We know the truth, but call it cruel.
The cruel one is we, the blind fool.

People diein' on the streets
****** puddles at our feets.

Who shot the most guns?
Who then killed them all?
Who didn't mind a casualty?
Who could be responsible?

"Not me!" we cry,
"I'm a good soul."
But even if we declined,
can I be told where they go?

I can't contemplate enough.
My mind is out of range.
I can't understand you.
You stand on your own stage.
You pull the spot light and push it away
Constantly, all at once.
And all I want is to understand,
since who you are tears to taunts.
I have forgotten myself in this endless dispute,
of trying to understand,
i have killed all feelings,
and my being has fallen to losing command.
I don't get it.
I'm breaking down.
Trying to be what you need.
Now i'm stuck on the ground.

What is wrong?
You don't sing the normal song.
Your tune is so off,
the words all seem so wrong.
You're losing your mind?
You're falling apart?
This can't be out of the blue.
Just when did this start?
What don't you understand?
I can't help, if I don't know.
                                                           ­           What is wrong?
                                                          ­                      I'm trying to explain,
                                                        ­                   and I don't know why,
                                                            ­           but I feel so very vain,
                                                           ­                what was the song,
                                                           ­            I used to sing?
                                                           ­             I'm trying so hard.
                                                           ­            I'm on shattered glass.
                                                          ­          I'm holding these rocks,
                                                          ­       no, boulders of the past.
                                                           ­       I cry out to you,
                                                            ­    but what could you do?
                                                             ­       I'm so scared.
                                                         ­               I'm not strong.
What is wrong?
Please tell me what's wrong?
Why are you scared?
I know, you're not strong.
I don't know how to save you.
I'm no hero, you know.
I'm trying so hard to help you,
but I'm stuck in the front row.
We all love you,
just please,
tell us just what is it you need?
So that we can help you,
and heal as you bleed.
                                                          ­ What is wrong?
                                                          ­     I've changed.
                                                        ­          I'm running from my life.
                                                           ­                I've lost that 'optimistic' me.
                                                             ­           Now who am I left to be?
                                                        Have I fallen like an angel?
                                                          ­           Or am I still on earth?
                                                          ­              Why is pain so painful?
                                                        ­                   Just when did I disperse?
                                                       ­                 Where am I,
                                                              ­        if i'm not here?
                                                            Somehow I just disappear?
                                                      ­            I'm unstable.
                                                       ­                  Save me.
                                                             ­   Save me.
                                                             ­        Save me.
                                                             ­         I plead.
                                                          ­    Tell me the answer I really need.
What    is    wrong-                                      with me?

When you look back at the happy things,
                                               you just plead in your thoughts,
                                           "let's go back to that time."
                                       But you know you never can.
                           You think about when they were young,
                  when you last spoke him them,
          when she broke your heart.
      You remember everything.
          The sad,
              happy,
               funny moments.
                   Just the memory makes you cry.
                        Memories are painfully bitter,
                            yet sweet,
                               and somewhere in between,
                                  that's where you keep all of those memories.
                                        In a hidden safe,
                                          locked up,
                                          with a key pad that you forgot the code to,
                                    that's where you keep memories no one can see.
                                  The ones you forget.
                           Yet are your most sacred.
                      The memories you forget not to forget.
                 And as you sit alone recalling all of the past.
           As you cry in an empty room.
       As you sob in an airport.
            As you cry and sob and let your tears rain,
                you start to think of the future.
                      The new job,
                        the accomplished dream,
                           the husband,
                               college,
                                     more and more and so many thing,
                                         you heart burst with all of the anticipation.
                                              As you think of the future and past,
                          YOU CRY WITH A SMILE ON YOU FACE

Happiness is here,
away with all my fear,
My days filled with gray,
have suddenly become clear.
I lost will more and more,
til the light peeked through my door.
Now I see when I was sad,
there was so much hope I had.

Hidden in my dark abyss,
I found a land of blue and green.
Flowering my world,
with colors I had never seen.
Now my dreams are found,
now I can move on.
Now I step up this small step,
oh wait,...I've already gone.

Everyone.
They all seem so happy,
while I cry without reason.
Who am I?
A mask without a face?
A dog trained to forget it's old self?
A person walking alone,
not even knowing who they are.
Who am I?
I act different.
I am nice to you.
I am mean to him.
I am energetic to her.
I am too calm to them.
I am never the same.
Who am I?
To call myself human?
To say I am inhuman?
All of it would be lies.
Yet, I am none of it.
I am a wanderer,
on a trail.
I am an emotional wreck.
And I know one day I won't be,
but I will be again.
Over and over.
Who am I?
I don't know.
It was hard for me to figure out myself,
crying and saying, "but, I can't help it"
that just won't help you.
Nothing will change.
Either live in misery or figure it out.
Who am I?
I don't know yet,
but one day I will.
My satisfaction will over-whelm me.
Even if I don't find out today,
or tommarow,
and on and on.
I don't know who I am,
but I am someone.
And one day I will know,
who I am.

Whose got the answers?
Rise oh rise!
Whose got the answers now?

Whose criticizing?
Oh rise, oh rise?
Whose criticizing now?

Who thinks they know,
and who knows they think?

Trumping their thoughts,
onto me?

Who knows what's right,
and who knows what's wrong?

Who has the answers to fix everyone?

Tell me, oh tell me,
I just have to know,
whose got the answers now?

A book of my thoughts,
careful gestures,
and randomized scribbles.
An assortment of "I don't know"s
and question marks.
Rhetorically, why do I write in this?
Why do I mention this book which keeps me still?
Why ever would 'why' be my ever waking thrill?
Why not try, writing a book dedicated to 'why'?
You'll be amazed at what you don't know.
Why is..
Why me..
Why you..
Why do..
Lovely friends,
I see you now,
because I've asked why and how
and how
could I not see,
until I asked why you were wanting me to be free,
leaving me be?
Lovely friends,
I've opened mind,
opened hands.
Why not write 'why'?
The questions do not torment,
they simply fly away,
replaced with clarity:
you didn't know. I didn't know. We don't always know.
Why are we so wrong?
Why are we so right?
Why do we hate day?
Why do we love night?
Why were we so weak?
Why were we so strong?
Why not move along?
Why is a book binding you to life,
bind you to hope,
helping people strive?
Why, a book like mine is one with a streaming hook.
Why do I love my why book?

I don't know what it is I adore about the floor and it's galore.
The sight is one craved,
to be only saved.
Every spot and crack rendered homely warm.
Still,
I puzzle if it's the warmth of below or the fear of above that keeps my eyes so fixed.
Perhaps it's the life lead,
and all that I've seen,
hence my reason is both mixed.

Your were right.
I act so pitiful.
You were right.
I am negative.
You were right.
I'm a think in absolutes.
You were right.
I'm like a Sith.

But what do labels really change?
Do they warm you at night?
Even though it is,
you'd never admit my statement is right.

It's not a question sweetums. It's an answer to a problem. You don't know just what you need, but I know just how to solve 'em. You open your hands for me, and I'll hop right in, if you really try to see, I'll show you the world you're missin'. Open your eyes love, and I'll make you never want to close 'em. See there is always a green side to every dark ol' shadow, but run with me and you can see the greener side to everything. Dance and fall into the grass and you won't even care for ants. All that matters there and then is loving; being, until the end.

Words-
They brought her down like a straw house.
Secluded her like a trapped mouse.
They gave her fear and she learned what lonesome was,
They taught her to hate and never again would she trust.
From a simple "hello" to a complex "goodbye",
She was alarmed and aware, and no one knew why.
Because words-
They stained her mind,
Imprinted upon her heart.
Lit a flame in her eyes that drew in dark.
Words-
burnt to her young tongue but not to theirs,
came with eyes like dark room spotlights.
Hard... cold stares.
So there the monster sat in fright-
a moment of despair,
but long came one sweet somber friend-
the trusting, loyal pup who'd always care.

What's it worth..
to eat under a home?
What's it worth?
What's it worth..
to breathe a sip of air?
Is it worth?
What's it worth..
to know and have knowledge?
How's it worthy?
What's it worth..
to have what you may want?
Is it worth it?

I'm not sure I was meant for this.
I'm sure I existed far too late.
It seems I came to be in the wrong time era,
and I assure you the wrongest wrong place.
I can hold my head high wherever,
but records and dusty movies are my friends,
they make me feel like I'm home at last;
make me wish the time never ends,
but it did and so forth,
I was not meant for here.
The people, too boastful,
with so much less to fear.
The relationships are wasteful,
and different by the day.
The love and optimism is fading out to grey.
I almost pity the people,
and I find their time more tragic,
while the era I love was suppressed by casual bombs,
the era I'm in has lost all their magic...

You wrote me off,
so I'll write you on.
You see,
when you leave,
you just provide inspiration.
So in the end just who used who?
It's pretty **** simple,
"I used you."
You probably wished
I would sob away life.
But that's so inhumane,
why run,
when I can fly?
You probably thought,
I'd plead you to stay,
but nah..
to be honest,
I'm feeling really okay.
I don't care about
the things you said,
the things you did,
or the things you tried so hard to hide.
In two years or so,
I won't even remember you're name.
"He did that to me? Oh what a shame."
Now for once,
I'll give you what you want,
and this time you can't complain.
I'll write you into this poem,
and soon enough you'll have fame.

You keep looking for yourself,
because you want so badly to see the 'real' you
so you look at quotes,
you experiment with lifestyles,
you question what you could be,
you look in a mirror but feel lied to,
then you hit a certain age and feel struck,
it's all between laughable and sad,
you notice the person behind every line of lipstain,
every cloak of cashmere,
and every bud on a cig,
you had this little speck of originality that no one understands.
Through all the time you spent trying to find yourself,
you were you,
it was just so hard to comprehend.

Dear Anon,
Today I die.
Dear Anon,
do you wonder why?
Dear Anon,
oh how you make me blue.
Dear Anon,
never caring to ask, "where are you."
I can't possibly matter to my dear dear dear.
Well Anon,
  I am here.
Well Anon,
have no fear.
Well Anon,
  are you well?
Well Anon,
  I guess I fell.
Down that old well well well.
Love Anon,
be there to open curtains.
Love Anon,
make me laugh.
Love Anon,
  don't abandon me.
Love Anon,
I was in a crash

why do people assume they need to teach me about life; give me a lesson?
I think its okay then they walk away.
They say its to help me understand.
Fine! teach me about life; give me a lesson.
You all wear me down with this ******* obsession!
I'm tired of learning.
I'm tired of lies.
I'm losing my mind by these deluding blue skies.
I'll be cold because I'm too warm.
I'll be somber because I'm too bright.
I'll sleep the day and creep the night.
I'll harden my heart just to end this long deception-
while you teach me more of life; give me another lesson.

You said goodbye and I said ...but you're still alive. You didn't understand what I really meant then,  and so I had to say goodbye, but I swear, those words were no drare. I could not see the day the same, until...I thought about my words meaning...you needed to just know what I meant and so I wrote a letter.
    To a friend who lived saying I have nothing to give,
   To the sour days when you couldn't win and you couldn't give up,
  To the heart burning with freedom and fairity,
  To the life of morals you wanted but could not keep,
I said "...but you're still alive."
  To the broken hearts and broken bones
  To the sharpened knives and sticks and stones,
To the troubles and the dooms that rode your way
  I said, "...but you're still alive."
To every inch of lose and every inch if gain
To every grain of salt inflicted on your pain
To the things no one could understand inside your thought-filled brain
I said, "...but you're still alive."
And though the words now dip stomach and scratch my throat,
Though the words are not as charming as they used to seem,
Though they've lifted off with the greater end of my cares,
Though they aren't even true for the best persons anymore,
All I can do is hope that if I repeat this line to all whom come to me then one day I might meet you again and these words being your saving grace. I know each pain may weigh you down, ...but you're still alive.

You worry about the world and how you'll hold it up.
You worry about my smile and what we'll be when we grow old
You worry our souls to gold
we worry your strength to grey.
I worry you worry too much.
It's hard to know and harder to watch.
I worry your dreams are of fear,
because you feel like time is wasted anytime you aren't here.
But how long can you keep this up?
It's killing you, you know.
And I begin to feel presidential,
to be so admired without a power in my bone.
To be right next to you and watch you act so alone.
Id never think to run from this,
because your falling as it is.
I will watch so I may be there the day you trip and tip the ledge.
So if you can't drop the world even when arrows fly your way, and your knees soon buckle then give way. I will be there to hold you up.

You want me to fear you.
Then you want me as a friend.
You want me to leave you,
then come right back again?
But I've done a bit of jumping,
and it actually wears me out.
You want my trust and sympathy,
but then you lie and make me doubt.
You don't even know,
so how ever could I?
I ask you simple questions,
but when hypothetical you ask why.
I just want some answers.
And you say I overthink?
But whose the try-hard mysterious guy?
You even hide your eyes just to blink.
Well I'm honestly done with these games.
You always think I'm joking but now I'm really not.
I'm tired of these mind games you huge genius,
and your lies are making me feel so distraught.
I'm breaking out in stress hives over nothing,
because nothing is these jokes you like to play.
But if both sides aren't really having fun,
then it makes sense for one of them to walk away.
And that is why I have to let you go now,
and trust me, I'm still having a good day.
I'm not like you, you stupid smarty!
I don't need fake pity to be okay!