Poems are like an      energy
pulsing inside of       me
to rid myself of it       i share it
but remember             they are just my     words
and words of               me
i put them here           so you can see

                                      how i am feeling.
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand how did I do?

No man is an island,
Entire of itself.
Each is a piece of the continent,
A part of the main.
If a clod be washed away by the sea,
Europe is the less.
As well as if a promontory were.
As well as if a manner of thine own
Or of thine friend’s were.
Each man’s death diminishes me,
For I am involved in mankind.
Therefore, send not to know
For whom the bell tolls,
It tolls for thee.

There is pain
Confusing
Anger
The world
Can be messy
Sometimes
It can seem
Like the world
Has gone crazy
Its easy to focus on
All the things
That are going
Wrong
Living pessimistically
Instead of looking
Seeing all
The beauty
That is all
Around us
We live in
A beautiful world
Even as far
As things have gotten
We still live
In a beautiful place
Even as crazy as thing
Might seem
There are still people
Who are living
And showing people
What love really means
There are still people
Helping people heal
Showing people kindness
Grace
Mercy
Showing people
How to love
One heart
At a time
There is still
Healing
We are never
Too far away
To receive it
We just have to
Start looking
And finding the beauty
Instead of always
Seeing the negative
Living pessimistically
And start seeing
Things
In a different way

he ingests sand
like rice and
finds its grains
in his hair a
day later

his sneezes
are tornadoes,
his coughs
earthquakes

when he eats,
chocolate forms
crust in the
corners of his
parted lips

giggles slaughter
whatever age
he's acquired
in the past
twenty-five years

still, he
is young.

you're the something i cant escape.
      you're the secret that doesn't relate.
but a few know of you and your strength.
and how you tear me apart day by day.

keeping you hidden gives you more power.
   because in darkness you can devour.
everything that i am and are
you are what is causing the scars.

some may say your quite normal.
   though you are what makes me abnormal.
i know now i need to take the next step
to save me from this depth.

you are my ANXIETY
  everything that surrounds me.
stop making me worry
about things that aren't worthy.

the coffee was cold.
a day old.
i heated it.
poured it.
fought through it.

put on a b-film.
something about crap
films made our lives
feel more fulfilling.

we laughed.
exposed every flaw.
we held hands.
snuck
loving glances.

i have to wake up in three
hours, but all i can think
is life is luck,
even for the dumbest of us,
when you tell your
eyes to open up.

Elusive.
Cunning.  
Effected by nothing
and sparked by no one.
Spontaneous,
yet constant.
It may hide when you want it,
appear when you do not.
It comes with haste,
or slows its pace.
A child mischievous,
rebellious,
innocent, oblivious.
To force the hand of change,
like paper tossed to air...
A direct path it does not take.