Why when life can be so hard, confidence destroyed in me
I had some faith in who I was, but nothing's as it seems
And when I thought I had someone, none to bolster me
These struggles tell of tale's, or maybe loss of dream's

Who's fighting for my love and defends me when I'm down
I search without condition, am I lost and can't be found
Yes, peace and joy have safety, but vanished with out a sign
Within my worldly battles there's none to hear my plight

Why not mimic ugly and what they do to one another
Am I just a cynic in my battle against the other's
A war cry of a cricket for the wounded's dreams
Its hard to wage a war that's right, when your left without a team

Warm hope in whom to hold, when the frigid bites
This is life, it's ways are cold, choose wise who's on your side
For those who only fight for self will never pay you mind
They'll strip you of your covers, leave you sleepless in the night

Wounds have left me unprotected, adrift upon the Sea
You quickly pushed me off the plank, now a line you throw to me
Do I grab this hand of risk or shall I die to thee
I'll sink beneath the murky pain, its rushing calm I breathe

Accessories of love on confidence attire
From a Mate, a friend, the confidant, you held up to the fire
Commitment to these dreams keeps no time for the fear
The breath of shared desire, whispers in my ear

Stick to your investment, great loves have all took work
Focussing on others, somehow mends the hurt
But nurse me with reassurance, shower this loving man
For this is what I long for, as broken as I am

it's not that special

what i do

because all i do

is put down

words

that sound cool:

nacreous

adulation

effervescence

narcissistic

imbrogli­o

divine

haphazard



there's no rhythm

in what i say

all i'm doing

is breaking

lines

and adding

s p a c e s



sometimes

(yes, sometimes)

i put my words

(in these)

in things we call parentheses

and sometimes

(yes, sometimes)

i repeat myself

and call it

emphasis

(emphasis)



on occasion

I might rhyme

but that takes thought

and that takes time

cat, hat, bat

late, hate, date

fat, gnat, mat

mate, fate, eight



sometimes syllables

can help your flow sound better

much like a haiku



if i talk about angst

death, love, and self-hate

(cliche topics)

it's deep

but my favorite

poem i ever

wrote

was about bacon



and god forbid

i capitalize

because that would mean

it didn't look artsy

THIS IS NOT OKAY

Neither is this.

no punctuation

at all



people say my poetry

is beautiful

that I follow all the rules

but I didn't know there

were rules

to follow

really all I do

is put random words

random phrases

in random patterns

and call it art