I think I am
falling in love
with myself
again.

Tell us tell us
Confide in us your tale
Us, we hungry ranvenous reporters
Who scavenge your lines for
Every private inch of you yet
Let us fester and spread in your gossip
Entrust to us your secrets
So we can discard them freely unto the world
The detail, the detail every last bit of it
Tell us tell us, feed our bottomless mouths
Lies and truth they are all the same
Feed us feed us!
Your rumors, we are to blame
And once we have it all
When we are filled, bloated
With your shame and your disgrace
We shuffle on for another victim
To pick at and argue over who gets the juiciest bits.
So trust in us, we harbingers of deceit.
Brings us your secrets
And we will feast

Lipstick and mascara
Mother
Summer
Winter
And now
Your age earned
skin
Deserves
freedom

If I were ever
to damage
myself
it would only be
so that I
could bleed
poetry.

There's screaming in the other room,
School papers covering the floor,
Music blocking everything.

My brain drowning in thoughts
Stressing,
Falling apart

Loneliness overcomes me
Choking me

The temple of my soul is crumbling
Drowning in black tar
With no hopes of a savior

I'm afraid I'll end up living a small life,
in a small place,
and my small dreams
are just what remain.
That when I'm decaying somewhere
far underground and returning
to where I began
All I'll be is a small memory
in just another brain.
The words I've scribbled (or typed)
will all be long gone.
the people I made smile
will be all far away.
I'm afraid of when
my small spirit starts to fade.