You say I’ve never considered suicide
Not seriously at least
Not enough to lose sleep
You always hear about the cases
But the bridges seem so far away
But when everyone is disappointed
Each smile is an extra effort
It seems so sweet
I can almost taste relief
An end
An escape
How many muscles does it take?
To pull a trigger?
No one will give me an answer to the real question
So what’s the point?
Searching for a purpose
A reason
The music of water filling lungs
Lulls me to sleep
Playing over and over in my dreams
In hopes for a break from reality
I’m trying to think of things I love
But they seem to have faded
I feel lethargic
I’m inhaling an iron aroma
A smell of veins and mind games
Burning flesh and hair in flames
Eyes closing
The pain is gone

Tastes like excitement.
The blood and rivers know.
It's not at all alignment,
as much as letting go,
and if you ever find it
it's because you let it show.
SLOW
It glows like profanity,
F breathing U between C the K lines...
Attention is insanity
it lends it's hand to enemies
it's energy can span the sea
your love, it can span mine.

3 things
a man creates
happiness
a profit
beauty

every day
we choose
to create

every day
we sacrifice one
for another

profit for happiness
happiness for beauty
beauty for profit

it is a strange
and difficult task
to balance
the three
but to be a man
demands balance

to sacrifice balance
to sloth and greed
is the greatest crime
a man can commit
upon himself

so every day
we choose

Beauty isn't the number
on your bra strap
Nor the number on your IQ test
Hell it ain't the number
On your bank statements either

Not the number on your waist line
Or the amount of teeth you have
Not how many people
Laugh at your jokes or have your number

Beauty is the room in your heart
The space you allow
For all people
All creeds
All religions
All colors
All living things

Beauty is the respect
You have for yourself
And others

Beauty is the strength
To stand up for those
Who are being tread upon

Your actions
make you beautiful
Not your body

Your beauty is what you make of it

Longingly I gaze
Out the tall windows

Breeze rustled trees
Taunt me with
Their
freedom
beauty
glory
I wish to join them

I feel that
I too
Could bury my toes
And I would take root
lignifiy
And absorb the golden rays

Then I
Would be the subject
Of the longing
And envious students poetry

What would you say if I told you
that every time you were near me, i got a little nervous?
Or that butterflies punch me in the stomach any time you smile,
and your eyes make my chest heat up about 200 degrees,
and when you laugh i cant help but smile

and what would you say if i told you

you were a goddess, a genius, a beautiful woman fit for a world with no pain, a [female young messiah], an ideal
a woman in which every woman should wish to touch and every man should wish to steal

After all this, I said that if I had the power and the mind to do it, I would have convinced you to be mine years ago...

Flutter on, because as we know
We're destined to grow
Not tonight, but...
Maybe tomorrow.