A while back a friend asked me a good question:
What is the best compliment you've ever received?

Now while we can't answer philosophy without poetry my answer really wasn't that hard.

You see I was asked this question by an amazing lady in a letter,

I was all to happy to see the letter end with

Love, Gabby.

So my reply was simple.

The best compliment I can receive is that of love.

Whenever a friend tells me they love me, whether that's my brother by birth
Or my brothers and sisters by bond,
It's the best compliment anyone can give me.

Without my friends love I would not be alive today.

I've written a thousand stanzas protesting suicide and a thousand more against self harm,

I've written love poems to death and refuted them with disgust,

I've penned down quatrains with the blood of self hate and the tears of depression,

But I wrote them down because I was alive to do so.

Without the compliment of my friends love

The only writing done would be that of crooked tally marks on the inside of my coffin.

What a day to be alive!
The snow is falling down in
Sheets of individual art pieces all part of the mosaic,
Students are flocking to class in a vain attempt at higher education,

Workers head to work
Night shifters head home to sleep
Bar goers are getting ready to wake
To a less pleasent morning.

Then theirs me
Eyes brimfull as I kneel surrounded by my own mosaic of a collapsing life

Sifting threw my numerous papers of
Stuff to learn
AP biology with the synapse of the nerve cell
And the phosphorylation of
Well
Something.

I numbly flicker threw these pages
Resigned deep within myself to a deep and dark and silent place.
Full of self doubt
Inadequacy
Failure

So much to do with so little will
But my mind is off ---

Never mind.
This poem isn't very good
The meter ***** and the allusions don't allude.
I'm better off just going to sleep
Laying their to miserable to weep

My mind will drift away across the waves
Of a far off lake
A while back

When all I had to worry about
Was what to have for a snack
But crap.

I'll never know those days again
I'll never be able to easily pick up a pen
To write my auto biography
Of the ups and downs I guess the topography
Of my life.

I'm bleeding my sorrows into the paper
But in reality I don't bleed

I'm instead sitting here on bended knee to plead

God don't let my life be known as a pesky ****

Give me some confidence so that I might lead

A life respectable to help those in need

With their suffering and pain
Lord lift me from my pit
Of despair and show me the smell of clean air
Put my feed under me and say "Go"

A long ways off a wolf howls into the wood,
But their is no call back.
He howls again, the despair in his call echos back in the crying of song birds

The song they sing is picked up and repeated into the world.
A song so full of pain that people crumple to their knees in soundless agonie.

The wolf howls again,
Challenging the moon as to whome,
Whome is more alone in the universe,

The lonely one who travels the sky,
Or the broken one who has known company but for folly now goes without.

Even the moon grows colder with the grief of the wolf.

The wolf makes its own path around the world.
Where their isn't a trail he creates one,
The ground underneath being crushed with the weight of a heavy heart.

He searches the world,
Echoing his desperate howl across all seven seas.
Hoping someday to find,
Where his beloved does lie.
His howl replaced as a broken cry.

I didn't know I was broken until today

You always hear about that kid
The one with a rough past
Maybe his or her heart was broken

Maybe their dad left

Maybe their mother hit the bottle

I always thought I was the pretzel tied together

Only now I know that in fact I'm knot OK

Don't let the puns fool you
That's just me
Trying to say hi
From the pits of self hate and despair

I'm broken and to proud to say so

To bad theirs no one listing anyway

I could show this to my loved ones and they would say well written

They wouldent even see the salt on the pretty picture that makes my eyes run dry every night

It's OK though
I'll just learn to live as a broken knot
Seems as the core of me was broken long ago

Skip a stone across a still pond,
Creating ripples of obscurity.

Skip a stone across a river
Screaming I believe,
I believe.

Who can know with sure and sound
That rocks will make their presence found?

Maybe so if rocks are shy
They may quietly skip on by.

Little to you be known,
Rocks can snarl as they go.

So if you mean no harm
Take steady aim before you throw,

Because skipping a stone across a pond
Is a whole lot more chaotic
Than skipping in a river.


Skipping in a pond is profound
Lasting until the edges had eroded.

Skipping in a river is forgotten.
Rock swallowed up.

Know your goal before release
A single stone can shatter peace;

A single stone can go unknown
But leave it's seed to be grown.

Know the change you want to see,
So you can release your stone Carfully.