One hundred and twenty
Poems published on this page
It is not my whole collection
But a majority of the rage

One hundred and twenty
Pieces of my art
Poured out onto my page
Each one my soul, all a different part

One hundred and twenty
Scattered pieces of my brain
I do not know where is begins
Or where the pieces will end

One hundred and twenty one
Poems on my page
It is not my complete collection
Still not a fraction of my rage

You, boy, have been
On my mind
My sanity lately
Has been difficult to find

Ive been wondering what
You do in your spare time
Are you thinking about me
No it's not a crime

To think about the past
And our past persons too
Because I've been thinking about you
And your point of view

I think about you holding me
And your lips touching mine
I think of the fire works we watched
The kisses stolen waiting in line

So do you still think of me
I still think of you

Please still think of me
I still want you

I miss you more
Than I thought I would

It's not healthy
And I know I should

Forget you and move on
Oh I wish I could

It's been a long day
I whisper and sigh
Every moment full of anxiety
Full of me wanting to cry

I tell people I'm fine
I hand them my lies
Nearly perfected the art
Of my disguise

I'm over wheeled
By normal teen events
But some not so normal
Some are more permanent

Like the scars on the skin
My emotional trauma within
The past we don't talk about
A taboo of sins

It's been canned and pressurized
Packed tightly inside
All the secrets I hold
All the secrets I hide

There is a storm raging
All around my mind
The calm is on the outside
The storm harder to find

I had a dream
The other night
And by the end
All I saw was white

It was a appoctalyptic world
Many years after a war
World War Four
Is what I knew

And I felt a force
Slip into my dream
Making reality a myth
And tear at the seams

Every where I looked
Poeple were paranoid and afraid
They pretended like it was not real
That it might just leave or fade

But the evil force stayed
It grew strong and brave
It told me I must **** myself
If my dear ones I were to save

My father was the one
To hand me a razor blade
He said I must slit my throught
For every sin I had made

So I started slicing the skin
But I realized it would never end
There are too many sins Ive commited
So I choked on my blood and the razor I did bend

I awoke seeing white
And air couldnt grace my lungs quick enough
I cried for ten minutes
Because to me it was real and tough

Dont let dreams take over
Your life and your mind
They might seem fun at first
But whatch them and mind

There is nothing left
For us to say
So how about just a kiss
And then we can let go?

You go left
And I right
Different paths
One dark, another light

Our eyes betray
How much we will miss
Being together, we thought forever
In eternal bliss

But I succumbed
To any thought
Of our futures intertwining and binding
I left those memories to rot

There is nothing left
For us to say
So how about just a kiss
And then we can let go?

You're the reason
I return to earth
The reason I come home
Because my love

You are my home

You're the reason I write
Fill my papers with ink
The reason I touch pen to parchment
Because my love

You are my muse

You're the reason I dream
Nights filled with you
Wrapped up tight in bed
Because my love

You are my reality

Youre the reason for reasons
Without you there would be none
You make it so easy to forget
Because my love

You are my reason for reasons